CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY
AUTHOR'S POV
She woke again using the same method that had been used earlier on. But this time around, she wished with all her heart that the dripping liquid on her boy was indeed water and not blood.
Her weird thought could not entirely be seen as stupid, as it was very sensible. For the maniacal strangers that had opened her eyes to the horror of death, could still make a repetition, or better still, make it worse.
Thankfully, they had not gone that far with her, as the liquid that was dripping from her, was colorless and pure. So it was probably water or urine. That was if there was any without a stench.
She shook the thought away and planned to raise her head, abandoning her resolve to avoid looking at her captors. She remembered her code to remain powerful and confident. It was to lean into uncomfortable situations;
