Maya's POV

I was on my own surviving in the wild environment I found myself in conveniently. The men that had come to kidnap me had their bones rotting on stakes where I hung them.

Maybe being starved contributed to how I felt mentally, there wasn't any iota of pity for them in me and even when I spent my time skinning them alive, their cries held no emotion in my head.

Venom had not reached me, I gave up on expecting him. I didn't even know where I was all along and I couldn't even rescue myself.

Time from time, I would sob quietly, wondering why life was so...