A hit to the face, a splatter of blood.
Aniya hit the floor with a thud, her head ringing.
Stupid Princess! How was she to be blamed for something like this that was out of her control?! Foolish— ah, pain. Pain everywhere.
Goldie kept beating her up while the rest of the ladies snickered, giggled and laughed.
With every hit, Aniya doubted her survival. Her hopes of Ikrus rescuing her was also dwindling.
This mark was so useless, if it couldn't alert him whenever she got into danger. Or maybe it was but the dungeon was too powerful for him to escape from.
This reputation was based on lies.
Soon enough though, Aniya couldn't even think.
All she remembered was the first crack, her bones breaking and the agony that unleashed in her veins after that.
Goldie picked her up once again and Aniya looked at her with bloodshot unfocused eyes, the metallic taste taking over her mouth as her face twitched in pain that sprung from deep within her marrows.
