Chapter 32. Into the Jungle

Sansa's Pov

Like my grip on the bedsheet, I was losing hope of escaping. My mouth was shut as I swung while losing my balance, hiding the storm within me. I was experiencing sensations all over my body. That was not something I expected to see.

I was struggling to break free from her grip; her nails were digging into my skin, causing excruciating pain.

Her terrifying eyes were completely white, her neck was swollen with blood, her body was as hot as lava, her lips were purple, and the skin on her face was cracked.

She was shivering all the time. Her tongue was not ready to move, but she was repeating the same word in a foreign language.

"Nota bene, novels de" Her voice was shaking, and she was exhaling heavily.

Her red gown was soaked in blood, and she was a 9-year-old girl. Her hands had a small cut on them. Her grip on my wrist was tightening.

I couldn't let the words escape my mouth, screaming for help, because I didn't want to alert anyo