Chapter 131. The Contract

The wall.

The mucky, stained wall was what her eyes had been fixed on.

Observing different patterns, bloody patterns, and dangerous weapons on it had been her prime interest since last week. Those different patterns would often divert her attention from the human body hung from the ceiling. Her face was purposely kept toward her, her eyes staring at Sheharzaad—staring deep into her soul, stealing all the life left in her. Her feet were dangling in the air, her hair sprawled open. Her skin was now turning blue, and the smell of decay was already arising from it. Once or twice, she had spotted insects crawling on the dead woman's feet.

The dead woman was none other than Khaleda.

The week she had spent here, all alone with that dead body, with minimal human interaction, and with little to no food, had brought her to crave even the smallest exchange. The men who served her food wouldn't even look at her. In the past week, she had been served food twice. The silen