1089 Where's the Difference?

God, was that still her?

Her body was now covered with traces of green and purple vestiges. On her originally white skin were several distinct toothmarks that were oozing blood, so deeply bitten that her skin and flesh were somewhat rolled inwards. Between her slightly trembling legs, the traces of dried blood and unidentified liquid were so glaring that she looked away immediately and did not dare look again.

After panting for a long time, she struggled back to the bed and pulled the blanket over to cover herself.

Step by step, she moved with difficulty in the direction of the door. With every step she took, her bottom half ached terribly, as if she were walking on a mountain of daggers and sea of flames. The pain that felt like a wound that had just healed was torn open again was simply unbearable.

She didn't know how much time she spent before she reached the door with difficulty.