Dark Blood Pack

Her head hurts as she slowly opens her eyes. The blurry ceiling welcomes her from her deep sleep of a few hours which feels like many years.

Letting out a throaty groan, she touches her forehead and shut her eyes again. Her head feels blank, and her body feels so tired as though she was whipped.

Seconds slowly tick into minutes, and after another two minutes, she finally forces her eyes open, and this time, she finally gets to see clearly. The ceiling in the room tells her a different story. It doesn't look like she's in her room, the ceiling doesn't also look like that of...