Then It's You

Lucille scanned the room, her gaze falling on the female prisoners picking themselves up from the ground and the pool. She smiled and casually said, "My sleeping mat is wet. Who wants to exchange with me?" No one uttered a word. Lucille nonchalantly pointed at Sis Gouri, satisfied. "Very good, then it's you." Sis Gouri was at a loss for words D*mn it! She hadn't agreed to trade either! Yet given the harsh lesson just experienced, despite Sis Gouri's heart's endless unwillingness, she had no choice but to surrender her sleeping mat. Sis Gouri then snatched a mat from another female prisoner. Lucille didn’t care about what they were thinking. She simply sat on the iron bed and closed her eyes to rest. Her body had been poisoned and she had yet to completely recover. All she could do was meditate and slowly eliminate the backlash of the poison bit by bit. It became temporarily quiet in the water dungeon. A group of female prisoners exchanged glances, occasionally darting a glance in Lucil