Chapter Forty-Two

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Freya POV As the party rages on behind us Elias leads me across the lawn towards the prison area. We stop just inside the gates, and he opens a door to a small room. The room has chains dangling from the ceiling and hundreds of weapons on hooks lining the wall behind them. The concrete beneath the chains is clean but has spots of blood stained onto it. There is a single stainless-steel table in the corner – the only furniture in the room. On the opposite wall is a huge mirror. I assume the mirror is like the mirror from cop movies and is a window on the other side. This is the room they take prisoners for interrogation. I don’t know why he has brought me here, but it can't be good. Elias casually strolls over to the weapon wall and pulls down a whip, a stick with a leather loop on the

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