Lin Anning could hardly believe there was an actual snake wrapped around her leg. Like a freaking living snake.
Sadly, it wasn't those tiny harmless snakes people saw in documentaries that moved away dramatically. Nope. This one was thick, long and did she mention, alive?
It took everything within Anning to still be conscious after seeing this.
The python remained tightly coiled around her legs, its cold body pressed against her skin. On a normal day, this would have been relaxing but now, Anning could feel her breathing becoming shallow as her eyes moved anxiously around the dungeon.
The sound of rushing water seemed to have grown louder. The dim torchlight in the corner flickered weakly against the wall as though it was about going out.
Now, she finally understood why the maids had looked at her with pity earlier. This could even be called a dungeon by her... This was absolute madness.
