What Leandra could remember before was pain. A never ending pain priory to what has been inflicted to her. It hurts. Her entire body was aching as it recognize her torments. Those lashes and knives carving out on her skin, the t*****e she get, in regards of the entertainment although she knew she didn’t do anything. What had she done that made her end up almost at the brink of death? None horrible that could earned her this punishment, which is inhumane. Leandra do nothing, yet those wolves still took her for granted. She clenched her fist. She despise them greatly! Drenched with hate, Leandra slowly opened her eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered open. It feels heavy, her eyelids was, but the growing curiosity to where she is had become more domineering. The first thing that greeted where a roo
