CHAPTER 401 Ziora

　　Love 　　Pain coursed throughout my body. My eyes were half closed as I fully regained consciousness. I could tell my face was sore, and I had deep cuts on my flesh that were far from getting healed. I slowly scanned the room I was in until my eyes landed on a figure. It was Maleck. He was standing in front of me with his arms crossed against his chest.  　　"Even without your lycan, you heal well," he said. My breath shuddered as I tried to sit up. Vee, where are you?  　　"How do you feel, Love?" he asked. I contemplated answering him. His eyes darkened a little at my refusal to answer. I didn't have the strength to fight him, so I answered,  　　"Like I went out of the frying pan into the fire," I said, my throat was sore from not having any water for hours. His eyes lit up when I spoke. He chuckled. Maleck was obsessed with having me.  　　"Would it be that bad?" he asked. I scoffed at the audacity of that man. Maleck went to me and sat at the edge of the bed. He placed his hand on my