Chapitre 70: The Horrible Night (1)

Inside the dark cell, Evelyn leaned against the wall of the dungeons. Her face was pale and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Her throat was dry and her lips were parched.

She wanted some water.

It had been two days since she had been brought here and it had been four days since she had anything.

Before there was at least some water in the pot inside the cell. But since the pot was too small and already not fully filled, hence regardless of how much she tried to use it meticulously, it still got vacant last evening.

She felt so weak that she wondered if this time she would finally die here in this cell.

It was not the first time she was having this feeling. Every time in the past, she would be starved like this, she would wonder about this.

And now, what accompanied her were the wounds on her body.

As soon as they brought her here, a soldier came to interrogate her.