Chapter 67 Bad prospects

• Nebraska felt cold. She was chilled to the bone and she moved, seeking to warm herself, but the sound of chains made her eyes open suddenly, making her shudder. Now she was frozen not with cold, but with panic. The hard, rough metal encircled his wrists, clenching them. Memories of when she was in that same situation assailed her.
• -How is the situation?- A well-known voice prevented her from moving.
• Carefully she turned her face to see under her hair where she was. Starting with the fact that she was laying on an irregular stone floor, chained again, the other thing that discovered that a cave loomed over her and outside the white color covered everything. For some reason unknown to her it was snowing.