As far as Maria could see, Dorothy was lying on the bed with disheveled clothes. Her body twitched from time to time. Blood could be seen flowing down her thighs, staining the white sheet.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Tears welled up in Maria's eyes. She hurriedly grabbed a towel to wipe Dorothy's body clean. Then, she changed her into a set of clean clothes.

Choking up, she said with tears rolling down her cheeks, "How... how are you feeling?"

After a long time, Dorothy stirred from her unconsciousness. Her beautiful face that used to be glamorous, was now like a withered flower without any...