Paste

A thin and frail body lied lifeless on a stinky and wet ground, the light in her eyes slowly dimming. Her long raven black hair was entangled in a mess sticking to her pale skin which was already getting as cold as ice.

Her dried and chapped lips seemed to be whispering some thing but no one was there to listen to it.

A line of tear rolled out from the corner of her eyes. It was the last time ever she was going to cry.

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A sharp pain inflicted her whole body as soon as she opened her eye, the strong stench of rotten wood and mud permeated her nose.

"Hiss…" She gritted her teeth in pain for the pain did not seem to pass away but continued to linger on her body.

Each place on her body felt as if it had been cut open by a sharp blade and salt had been poured in to it.

With weak and trembling hands she touched her stomach that seemed to have a deep wound. She could feel it just by touching it.