Before Ophelia could even utter a word, Ilya smacked the woman's face and began dragging her by the head.
Ilya ran as swiftly as she could. She let Ophelia's lower torso get scraped by the rough terrain. At times, she halted her steps all of a sudden and used Ophelia's body as an anchor.
She ignored Ophelia's attempt at biting her hand. The woman even sput a handful of times, hoping that Ilya's hand would slip. What Ophelia didn't know was that she would be the one suffering from her actions.
The saliva-filled palm of Ilya was completely stuck on Ophelia's face.
When it came down to it, Ophelia could smell how foul her mouth had been. Her words that bore no soul, her tongue that was as sharp as the rocks scraping her legs, Ophelia subjected herself to them.
The stretch of forest in front of the Hamlin Estate encompassed half of the area of the district. To cross the longest path, it would take anyone at least an hour on foot.
