Chapitre 63: Chapter 63. Prisoner on her own...

Dust spread into the air, before hitting her face with a thump. Her skin itched and burned irritated by the substance as it seeped into her body and invaded her bloodstream.

The sensation urged her to rub her skin… Well, not just rub. In order to alleviate the burning hell in her body scratching himself blood was fine too.

More than good actually… it would be perfect.

Desperate, she tried just this, all by satisfying the need in her heart. However... her arms were not moving. Nothing at all, they hung limp and bloodless from her shoulders.

Her eyes moved and very soon, she discovered that they were the only part of her that could still move freely. The rest looked like the lifeless limbs of a stringless puppet.

That was when she experienced a completely new level of despair.

"Seriously, we're sorry." Bell said, as he approached.