Burushi, the blond-haired heroine, was laying in her bed and staring at the ceiling, maybe around one-quarter of a way there to refill her entire mana reservoir.
She wasn't in pain – Zoemi had somehow healed her completely and properly, but the blond girl felt completely out of it regardless.
Treated with magic or not, physical damage wasn't all that difficult to heal compared to the mental one.
And Burushi was actually tortured, not just played around with but physically harmed and tormented while she was unable to defend herself in any way.
Her cries only caused laughter, her shouts merely elicit excitement, and then, after getting re-muzzled, she was told by the person who harmed her that she will get raped and killed at his return, she was enclosed in dirt and rocks to make sure that no one will find her, leaving her to despair.
With no reliable way to accurately count the time her will broke down and she accepted her faith.
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