Her fists were tightly clenched, blood dripping from her nails piercing her palm, her body was shaking and trembling, her teeth were tightly gritted, tears streamed from her eyes, but…
She did not make even one sound. She did not want to give the person the satisfaction of breaking her.
Alex simply stared back at the elf, without even the smallest flicker of fear in her eyes.
She did not know what was happening, what was going to happen, and what was she going to become, but she did not care.
No one was probably even going to come and rescue her.
Mia? These dark elves were far too powerful for that one person to handle. And why would anyone else help her?
She was probably not worth their pity or attention. Why would anyone risk their life just for her?
And knowing how cruel this game was, she was probably either going to struggle here for all eternity or simply die after a while and revive somewhere.
Maybe then she can escape…
But until then… Alex had little to no doubt that this was her only fate. She was all alone here and her brother was all alone there…
More tears streamed out of her eyes.
Several depressing thoughts entered her mind, endlessly taunting her for the mistakes she had committed in the past.
If only she had acted with more patience; if only she did not get so obsessed and infuriated; if only…
But there was no point in thinking about those things now and yet, this was the only thing that she could do at the moment.
Every time, pain coursed through her veins, bones, and every cell of her body, her life flashed in front of her eyes and she allowed herself to drown in the past so that the present was bearable.
This was how she maintained her sanity but this was also how she tortured herself by blaming herself endlessly.
Even though she was strong, she was on the verge of breaking and she did not know how much longer she could go on.
She could feel the various poisons, a sort of black aura that mixed into her bones, body, and still lingered within herself.
Even after the cruel painful torture sessions, the poison never fully went away from her body.
Residues of it stuck to her and gave her a mind-numbing pain that assaulted her from inside out. It was as if someone was scooping out and mixing her insides.
“Cough. Cough.” Unable to bear the pain any longer, something welled up inside her and Alex vomited several mouthfuls of dark putrid blood.
She then felt a small pang of relief but the dark elf who observed this cackled and started twisting the dagger in the same wound, not even giving her that small reprieve.
“Good. Good. You did not disappoint me! You did not disappoint me at all! Your flesh is truly interesting!”
The depravity in the elf’s eyes temporarily disappeared, now replaced with a look of scientific curiosity.
“So when your body is flushed full of toxins, it is automatically pushed out? No wonder divinity is one of the greater affinities.”
“Hmmm… Bah ha ha ha! Be that as it may, I still refuse to believe that nothing will harm you! My poisons will break you!”
Igalf resolutely mumbled gazing at the woman in front of him and, licking his lips with a cruel vicious look in his eyes.