My eyes held their position on Aubrey. She was shaking, and her gaze was darting around the room at all of the men who surrounded her.
“Aubrey, I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to meet you earlier. My name is Isaak.”
He walked up to her and took a hold of her hands, which were bound together. She looked tattered and beaten down; nothing like the Aubrey I knew, and her gaze popped down to where Isaak’s hold was. He patted them before letting go and smiled. “The men down here may be unfamiliar to you, but I have a few people you might recognize.”
He put his arm on the crook of her back and led her out further into the light, spreading his free arm out and signalling towards me. I looked at her with horror-stricken eyes. She was gaunt, and bruises covered areas of her face and arms. The spot where the ropes were wrapped around her wrists had created a rash that was cutting into her skin, and cuts were made on her left arm.