The silent of the surroundings around her is deafening her. It is too quiet that the only noise that she can hear is the sound coming from her. She can hear her breathings, the beat of her heart, and every actions that she was doing even the simplest one. The coldness that radiating through the dirty walls and floors were making her body trembled. The scent of the blood and rotten flesh was turning hher stomach upside down, making her vomit multiple times.
Jemmica was crouching in the corner, hugging her knees while burying her face on her arms. She was inside the cellar on the dungeon where criminal was supposed to put. There was no tears coming out of her eyes after crying for too long. She lost counts of how many times she puke and also forget what time is it. She cant tell or guess th
