35 - Mission: save Althea
“Still not going to speak?” I was breathing hard, my face was all bruised, my eyes pretty swollen, blood was dripping from my nose. There was nothing to tell them. Cail was long dead, I confirmed it with my own eyes. I even attended his funeral. And yet, they were so crazy and insane to believe that he was actually alive? I scoffed and spitted out a bit of congested blood from my mouth on the floor and took another shaky breath. Who knew how many ribs I had broken or bruised. It was just hurting. My arms and legs were tied to the chair firmly. Ah, just how much I want to sleep right now. It won’t hurt if I fall asleep. I sighed, feeling the sharp stabbing pain in my lower side. “Keep an eye on her. Once she wakes up, we’ll continue.” Roderick passed by me and went outside. One of the two
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