As soon as the door opened, Jiang Ruan braced herself for what was to come. After all, hadn't she endured the same over a decade ago? The daily extraction of 400cc of her blood.
Then, pushed to the brink of death only to be held back by cutting-edge technology. Over and over again.
Once the syringe was withdrawn, brilliant red blood slid down from her punctured wound, staining the pristine white sheet beneath her. It was a jarring sight to behold.
Jiang Ruan furrowed her brows.
The pain was more than just indescribable.
The size of the syringe alone was enough to leave a gaping wound in her flesh.
"I don't have much time left. What's the point of capturing me?"
Jiang Ruan disregarded the wound on her arm and instead, mustered enough strength to articulate this sentence.
Andel looked at her and quipped, "You'll live as long as I want you to."