Amelia woke up in a dungeon, tied to the walls. Her entire body ached from the whipping she got the previous day.
As she looked around, her eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't fully digest the fact that she was still alive after telling Muntaha the truth.
What she couldn't even tell was for how long she had been tied to the wall. Her entire body felt sore and exhausted. She could hardly support her weight if not for the chains that held her in place.
Her throat was craving for a taste of water. Her stomach growled but instead of food she was craving blood.
A certain blue eyed man came to mind. His blood tasted so sweet that she wanted to taste it again. Only his blood could quench her thirst with the tiniest of droplets.
Amelia wondered if he was missing her presence. She was certainly missing his. Even his hurtful words would be a welcome change to the place she was currently.
