I turned around and walked away, ignoring Alpha's furious shouts as he screamed my name with curses.
I went up to the second floor and rushed into my room. The moment I shut the door, my body collapsed onto the floor.
A month in the basement hadn't only meant enduring the disgust of whatever lurked in the darkness.
I endured the cold, the hunger, and the pain throughout my entire body.
My shoulder was dislocated and still hadn't fully returned to its place.
My arms and legs were covered in bruises from slamming into tables and chairs while Alpha dragged me.
I staggered to the bathroom to clean myself.
There, under the light, I could clearly see the bruises that still hadn't faded even after a month.
Even so, I scrubbed my body harshly. As if I could erase every stain, every trace that bore silent witness to my suffering in that basement.
When I came out of the bathroom, Luna Eileen was already waiting, holding a medicine box.
I stared at her coldly.
