Chapter 38: Southern Slavers II
Third Person’s POV
The sun continued to climb through the sky, and it is already at its highest place signaling the approach of noon.
Nem blankly stared at her pale hands motionlessly placed above her lap. The bloods from the scratches of the debris have already dried up, and it brought out a dark red color creating a huge contrast on her pale white skin.
Her mind has been on constant fear, panic and self-blame at the reminder of the night, and the small light from the sun that slip through the tiny hole in the cell that she was thrown in the dungeon only managed to barely calm her.
Her mother had already stopped herself from trying to speak to her, and Nem was somehow guilty at ignoring her because of her own self-hate.
Nem understands that her mothe
