Reina's POV
“Here is the woman…” He pointed in the dark room; pride and satisfaction laced his voice.
“Isn’t she dead already?” I narrowed my eyes at the motionless body of the woman lying in shackles.
Her whole body was bruised, cut deeply and burnt. She was clothed with wounds and had nothing to cover her naked body.
“No, she is not dead, but I can assure you, death is the only prayer she offers to her god, as it would save her from the intense torture that never ends. It has been years now.”
I stepped closer and squatted in front of her. As if my presence gave a bit of strength, I saw her eyelids flutter and her numb fingers budge.
“You deserve this and even more for what you did to my innocent mother. All the evil you and your people have committed must be accounted for!” I seeth
