She was now lying on her back on a low wooden shelf, with a belt-like leather rope firmly tied around her. The leather rope wrapped around her limbs and body again and again, only her head could move freely, and her left hand barely reached for food.

The food was served on a porcelain plate on the floor nearby. To her horror, she found that the bowl of water was missing.

She was dying of thirst. It is clear that this thirst was intentional on the part of the persecutor, as the food on the plate was meat and gave off a pungent smell.

She examined the ceiling of the dungeon, which was similar to the four walls. A strange figure on one of the panels captivated her.

It was a colorful portrait, and it was no different from a normal painting. Except that the man had a knife in his hand. She stared at it for a moment, a little scared, more surprised.

Seeing this change, and seeing that she was motionless, the greedy rats were at first frightened and frightened, and they retreated in panic, and many of them fled back into the pit.

But this phenomenon only lasted for a while. She hadn't misestimated their greed. Seeing that she remained motionless, one or two of the most daring jumped onto the wooden frame and sniffed around the ropes. It's like an offensive signal.

Swarms of rats, hurrying and recklessly, poured out of the pit, stuck to the wooden frame, and jumped on her body, which was literally flooded.

They busily nibbled on the minced leather ropes, squeezing them tightly on her, writhing around her neck, sniffing her lips coldly, disgustingly.

She nearly suffocated from them. An indescribable disgust rose up, sticky, and sent a chill through her heart. But after a few moments, she felt that it was coming to an end.

She visibly noticed the loosening of the leather rope. She knew that there was more than one place where the rat had bitten off. She continued to lie motionless with superhuman will.

She didn't miscalculate, she didn't suffer in vain, and she finally felt free. The leather rope broke, and it hung on his body one by one.

For a long time, she trembled as if she were in a dream, and her soul was gone. She guessed all sorts of things, but they were all in vain.

During this time, she realized for the first time where the dim light that illuminated the dungeon was coming from. It was shot through a gap. The gap was about half an inch wide, and it ran around the corner of the dungeon. In this way, the walls are completely separated from the ground.

That's exactly what happened. She desperately tried to look out through the crack, but it was in vain.

It was as if a pair of magic eyes were staring at her from all directions, and there was a crazy and terrible joy in their eyes, flashing with a terrifying light like fire, and she could not force herself to believe that the fire was illusory.

Unreal! Between breaths, the already burning breath rushed into the nostrils! The cell smells suffocating! The magic eyes that stared at her torment flashed and flickered, and they became brighter and brighter!

Oh, horror! Oh, the horror of the pinnacle! She screamed and fled from the edge of the pit, hiding her face in grief and weeping.

She felt herself teetering on the edge of the pit.

Suddenly, she heard a cacophony of human voices, a loud sound, like the sound of countless trumpets.

She also heard a screeching voice that seemed to be thunder!

Just as she was about to fall into the abyss, an arm reached out and grabbed her.

That's an unusually warm pair of hands!