Casia walked closer, the girl lifted her head, and she looked at her eyes with her beautiful blue eyes. Like most of the girls here, she had beautiful white skin and blond hair. The girl was doll-like; most of the local girls are like that to Casia, who has used to see dark hair, brown eyes, and dark skins. Casia felt sad to see how she was suffering. She was too beautiful to be in pain. The girl moved her legs and tried to support her weight. It was visible that she was tired and between being awake or unconscious. Casia noted how her wrists were bloody and heavy shackles were damaging her skin. Just like they did hers when she was tortured. Most likely, they have kept her hanging like this for the whole night.
Ravens were croaking in the distance, and rain was spattering while Casia was thinking how she felt when she was hanging on the rack. The girl was staring at her with a tired expression on her face. She was licking her dry lips and tried to say something.
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2021-04-18 09:47:07 +0000 UTC