Camila bit her lower lip, preventing herself from screaming. She raised her head and looked at the woman standing in front of her, looking down at her with a smirk on her face. The moment Alina pushed the knitting needle into her thigh, she felt like screaming, but the moment it hit her bone, the pain faded away. Although it didn't hurt at that time, she knew that soon it would, given the cold conditions at the servant's quarters.

"How does it feel?" Alina smirked at her. "Huh? How does it feel?" She smirked again, but Alina ignored her. She had suffered a lot on her hands, and she was...