Not until a towel was completely soaked with fresh blood,
and there was no clean spot left, did she throw it aside on the ground.
"I need water and food…" She turned her head to look at Carter by the table, her forehead clean of bloodstains but bruised and slightly swollen, about the size of a fist.
Marked on her palm-sized delicate face, it appeared particularly striking, making her complexion even more ghastly.
Carter didn't speak, just smiled, grabbed an unopened bottle of mineral water and some bread from the table, and tossed them over.
Tara Summer had no strength to catch them and could only watch as the bottle and the bread fell to the ground.
The bread was wrapped, but the situation still made her laugh at herself.
She sat on the ground, like a beggar reliant on other people's charity, but she refused to admit defeat; she had to fill her stomach first.
