Chapter 93

At the moment she opened her eyes, she immediately recognized that foul-smelling room; it had been her captivity for the past five days. It was dark, with only a small opening high on the wall as her sole chance to know that a world still existed outside.

This time, she couldn't move. Her assailant and kidnapper used all his strength and tools to torture her, especially with ropes whose ends had iron claws, tearing pieces of her already exposed skin on her back. Her clothes were in tatters, and when she could move, she did her best to appear presentable.

This time, she had to pretend to faint from the pain, as had happened on the first day when he twisted her ankle, crushing any hope she had of escaping. He tormented her both physically and mentally every day.

In the outside world, she hoped her friends were searching for her. It was what kept her strong and lucid enough to endure. But that didn't mean she would wait. Her captor, a cold hanyou seeking the remaining shards of the four-