As midnight approached, the wails became intermittent. In the darkness, the woman was utterly immobilized, with only her heart struggling to beat, the instincts of life hastening her self-recovery, striving to heal more wounds in the night while waiting for daylight to descend once more.
Serey stood above the deep well, accompanying the woman, constantly pleading, hoping the woman would submit, just as she had once accepted his blood, to survive once more for him.
Regrettably, the woman's throat had been burned through, unable to utter a sound, and even if she could speak, she would not respond.
For Serey's stubborn and narrow love, she had already sacrificed her soul once; she wouldn't sell herself out a second time.
The second day...
The third day...
