chapter 40

Two days later, inside a cold room, Camille groaned as she turned to lie on her left side, her body burned up in pain. She had woken up from her nightmare to find herself imprisoned yet again. All she knew was that she was out of Nosh's clutch, but who had rescued her only to imprison her yet again , he could only be one person, Eliot.

She spotted an iron plate that had dried rice on it. She slowly extended her arm to pick it only for the door to the room to open up suddenly with the lights blinding her eyes.

" You haven't eaten, it seems we've been too good to you Camille, taking our hospitality for granted," one of the men said.

" How pathetic, to see you this week and vulnerable, when all you do is kill innocent people," Arnold said staring down at her with disgusting. She was smelly all over, having not taken a bath for god knows how long.

Camille didn't bother to respond and picked up the food and scooped it with her dirty bare hands, her throat was dry but she managed to swallo