27. Is this Real?
Valentin I looked at her, she was curled up in a ball on a dirty bed, some protective vines surrounded her bed, moving slightly in my direction as I took a couple of steps towards her. Even in this state she was fighting, finding a way to protect herself and her child. She was covered by a thin blanket, and her clothes were coated by blood and half torn, showing part of her swollen and bruised breast. One of her hands was up, twisted in what seemed like a very uncomfortable position, and cuffed to the bedhead structure. Her neck had a huge purple mark in the shape of a hand, her face was also full of bruises, she had broken lips and a blue eye. She was hardly beaten and tortured. I felt my heart clenching. My blood boiled as never before, if Richard wouldn’t have already killed that
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