The ripped kidnapper beat up Krystal to the point where her vision turned blurry and just when she felt like she was going to pass out, the other man returned with another cloth containing the wolfsbane.
Blood trickled down her forehead and her breath came out in gasps. As a result of the poison in her system, her wounds were unable to heal as quickly as they should have.
“I don't think you should do this. You might really kill her.” The skinny man protested, a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
“Give me the damn cloth, coward!” The other man yelled, snatching the cloth from him, his eyes filled with pure, unadulterated fury.
He stormed toward Krystal, wolfsbane in hand and she couldn't even fight back when he roughly placed the cloth over her nose.
She let out a weak groan, her insides
