C142 Grab Her
In the dark room, only the fiery red flames were still burning. The surroundings were completely silent, with only the occasional sparks in the air bringing up the smell of blood.
The pale-faced woman had her limbs shackled by iron chains, the gaping scars on her face had long since been dyed into cloth scars, and fresh blood was seeping out from them.
Her disheveled hair covered her face
