In the darkness, Namara felt her chest tighten. It was caused by the tree roots coiling up her body so tightly. She even felt that her bones could crumble at any moment.
Her face has now turned pale. Honestly, she was horrified. The place is too dark. She couldn't see what was around her very well.
Where's Eros? Will the man want to save her? She doubted this. After all, she was just a useless slave. Maybe the man wouldn't have bothered to save her.
Namara's feelings became anxious. She tried to struggle, her free hands trying to tug and pound at the roots. However, her efforts were fruitless. The root bond only feels stronger.
Cold sweat trickled down her back. Suddenly she heard a woman's voice not far from her. "Don't rebel, you will only make the root stronger."
Namara immediately turned to the left. However, she couldn't see anything. Everything was dark. "Who… who are you?" she asked timidly.
