"Mommy, Mom, where are you......" The dark memories of the past came to her mind clearly, and she wanted to escape, but Savier was not by her side.

She was like a child who had lost her shelter, licking her hot wounds alone.

As time passed, the body, which had been rejuvenated by blood sucking, began to become extremely weak. Her stiff hands and feet were swollen with cold blisters, and she began to experience brief blindness in front of her eyes.

It wasn't the first time she had been locked up, but it was the first time she had been locked up for seven days.

"Brother, I know it's wrong, you let me out......"

"Brother, Tasia is very uncomfortable, brother ......"

The sound of begging for mercy gradually became blurred, and in the end, she no longer knew what the tone of the voice meant.

Leaning against the stone wall in a daze, her grievances turned into tears and continued to burn her heart.

She escaped from the castle of the Duke of Manster, and she didn't want the man to touch her...... Not what she wanted, why should she endure all this.

By the fifth day, the feeling of thirst and hunger almost drove her crazy. Even when she first became a vampire, Savier had never treated her so cruelly.

The sharp fangs were uncontrollably exposed to the air, and she let out a trembling hiss, "Please let me out!" ”

The screams that came out with all his strength were finally swallowed up by the darkness.

Savier hadn't seen her once, and he was angrier than ever......

But she didn't want to be burdened with all this......

If she were still human, Sawell would love her and comfort her, instead of just ignoring it......

Her face was buried in pain in her palms, her cold skin was cooler than the water next to her, and she sobbed lowly, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

The sluggish body did not hear the slow pace coming from the corridor not far away.

The robe, whiter than snow, dragged on the dirt-stained ground.

Savier listened to the cry in the distance, and there was no pity in his eyes. Crocodile tears, everything Anyang is doing now is fake, and he must give her enough punishment.

is so disobedient, whether it is drinking blood or letting her do something, Anyang has not reached his expectations.

Rubbish! I obviously have that identity, but I can't do anything!

Clenching the Bible in his hand, the anger that he had managed to suppress surged back into his chest again.

His patience with Anyang was limited, and he didn't mind if it was so useless again......

His gloomy gaze swept in the direction from which the voice came, and he suddenly wanted to advance the plan that he had imagined countless times before......

When the torch at the end of the dungeon was finally lit, it took a long time for An Yang's pupils to focus on it.

Like a walking corpse that has lost the ability to think, she crawled over with difficulty.

The palm of his hand subconsciously held on the iron door, "Ah! The heart-rending pain instantly passed through the palm of the hand to the bottom of the heart.

It is like being sprinkled with magma on the hands, and the skin makes a "zilazila" burning sound.

Obviously, if she let go of her hand, she could eliminate the pain, but she couldn't do it...... It seems that at this moment, only the pain makes her feel that she is still alive......

"Tasia, what are you doing?!" Savier watched her move in shock and hurriedly opened the iron door.

The palm that hung down weakly exposed traces of terror. The flesh that had been turned over flowed with brightly colored blood, just like a human being......