The shock of the scene before her had been almost overwhelming, the sight of Sophia's battered body a painful testament to the cruelty she had endured.
Lavitri's heart had clenched as she had absorbed the extent of Sophia's suffering, a surge of anger and sorrow mingling within her.
The room had seemed to close in around Lavitri as she had stood there, struggling to come to terms with the horrifying reality. Sophia's form had been barely recognizable, her once-vibrant presence reduced to a mere shadow of itself.
For a fleeting moment, despair had threatened to engulf them as they had taken in the sight of Sophia's ravaged form.
The woman had lain on the brink of death, her once-beautiful visage now marred by a canvas of wounds. Her face had been a patchwork of cuts and bruises, rendering her almost unrecognizable.
