Chapitre 242: One drink is a step closer to death

"Don't touch it, you'll die." 

I clicked my tongue as I watched Niall take the cup full of blood. He smirked, seeing my dull expression.

"Want to have a taste?" he offered, tilting the cup, but I ignored him. He laughed with his lips closed while I gazed up at the woman hanged above in this vast underground expanse. 

Blood oozed from the little and big lashes across her naked body. The blood in Niall's cup, which he was now drinking as if it was an expensive wine that was worth an entire country, was squeezed out of this woman. 

She was not the same woman I've seen a week ago. I wasn't even surprised. Staying in this place had already turned my stomach too many times.

Hendrik… was a total dystopia. 

"What happens to them once they served their purpose?" I asked casually, blinking, before setting my eyes at the man across from me. "You bury them? I hope."

He licked the blood on his lips. "Well, they were used to feeding the animals."