The cave was cold, damp, and filled with the lingering stench of mold, dried blood, and cruelty. Liora lay bound tightly, the vines digging into her skin like claws. Her wrists ached, her ankles throbbed, and every breath felt like it scraped her lungs.
Lang Yao was gone. She didn't know where he had disappeared to, but she knew it wouldn't last long. That bastard never strayed far from his "precious prize."
She gritted her teeth and shifted slightly. The vines he used to tie her are also poisonous as she realizes. They numbed her body, made her muscles feel like jelly, made her strength abandon her. That was why she couldn't resist, couldn't move, couldn't even cry out the first few times he'd stood above her with that disgusting smile.
But now… now something was changing.
The poison was fading.
Not fully, but enough.
Her fingers twitched. Her toes curled.
A faint heat returned to her blood.
