The lamplight shone into Hannah’s cell, hurting bright.
“There’s a woman in here. Tied.”
“Cut her free. And bring her.”
Careful hands turned her, and something sharp was gently slipped behind her bonds. She couldn’t help but cry out as the blood rushed to her hands and feet. Someone began rubbing her extremities with warm hands while another carefully cut the cruel bonds from about her throat.
The one who carried her upwards was gentle and smelled of sandalwood soap.
“I wonder what the poor little bitch did.”
“She must have been lovely once. And that’s enough in these parts.”