Chapter 22

Camila bit her lower lip, preventing herself from screaming. She raised her head and looked at the woman standing in front of her, looking down at her with a smirk on her face. The moment Alina pushed the knitting needle into her thigh, she felt like screaming, but the moment it hit her bone, the pain faded away. Although it didn't hurt at that time, she knew that soon it would, given the cold conditions at the servant's quarters.

"How does it feel?" Alina smirked at her. "Huh? How does it feel?" She smirked again, but Alina ignored her. She had suffered a lot on her hands, and she was not going to let that happen again. When Camila stood from the spot she was sitting on, glaring harshly at Alina, Alina smirked, thinking that she had won and that Camila would now try to avenge her. Even when she walked furiously towards her, her eyes glowing with anger, she blocked her with her hands akimbo. Alina stood stunned when Camila limped past her but didn't say anything.

"What was that