Every time she passed out, she would be woken up by cold water.
When the drug took effect, she could only pray without dignity. She hated herself like this and wished she could die.
She tried to bite her tongue and commit suicide, but those people seemed to have seen through her heart, put beads on her mouth, and cut off the tendons of her hands and feet.
She could not move. She was like a puppet that was at the mercy of others. She forced herself to lose consciousness. She did not even have the will to live. However, those people did not allow her to die.
Only now did she understand that hell had eighteen floors. She had only truly fallen to the lowest level of hell and no longer had the strength to struggle.
This was retribution.
###Chapter84,I'm Sick
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