Chapter 213

• The room was barely ten square meters, like a basement with nothing but a door. Torture devices lined the walls—some she’d never even seen before.
• Not far from her sat a small operating table, scattered with syringes and vials in all kinds of colors. Just looking at them sent a chill down the spine.
• Zayla Steele had brought a knife, planning to end it herself. But before she could act, something pricked her neck, and darkness swallowed her whole.