Selvara’s POV

The guards dragged me across rough ground until we reached a stone house. They shoved me inside and I stumbled, hitting the floor hard. It was a small, dark room. There were no windows, only a thin mat on the ground. The air smelled of dust and sweat.

The door slammed shut behind me. I sat there, shaking with my hands bound. I could see one of them looking at me with hungry eyes as I tried to cover myself with my hands as much as I thought I could.

They had made me change ...