บท 40: Who Stole The Elixirs?

Ember lay in bed, staring lifelessly at the empty ceiling. 

She was in too much pain to even let out a groan, let alone move a single finger or turn her head. She had also stopped crying some time ago since she no longer had tears to shed, no, she was too exhausted to cry. Her entire body was throbbing in pain, especially her hands, but it was nothing compared to the suffering of being stitched with a heated needle. 

Fearing he would do something worse as punishment, she simply surrendered to his will like a broken doll, not letting out a single groan or cry even after he finished stitching her thigh.

Once that cruel red-eyed man left, only then did she feel she could breathe. 

Ember felt like she passed out for several minutes, and when she came back to her senses, her parched throat burned. She tried to look around the room, but the moment she lifted her head, she felt dizzy.

"W-Water…"