Felicia was dressed in a white dress that had been soiled by her blood as soon as she put it on after experiencing a harsh bath. Grace, on the other hand, did not flinch and simply pushed her out without attempting to treat her.

Every step she took was excruciatingly painful, and the rubbing wounds seemed like someone was rubbing salt on them.

“Where are we going?” she asked, but no one responded.

They passed through several passageways, and she was somewhat frightened out by the whole thing.

She had no idea whether she was above or below the earth. She wasn’t sure if she’d see a man or a...