Chapter 12

Chapter twelve: a wolf is a wild dog

Karen slowly got up from the floor, wincing as her core screamed in protest. She looked down at her thighs, and her eyes widened in horror. Her thighs were bloody and bruised, handprints engraved deep into her flesh.

Karen felt her heart skip. There was no way she could hide those marks with the ridiculous outfit she had to wear. She tried to get up but tripped in her blood and fell, hitting her head on the floor.

She winced in pain, crying out softly. Her eyes went out of focus for a few seconds before her head started to heal itself.

Karen felt like she was dead and still alive at the same time. She tried to get up again and was able to sit up. She cried out in pain as her thighs and core hurt like hell.

It dawned on her that they weren't healing.

Panic flashed through her. Her body never had a problem in the past healing major injuries. Things like small cuts and bruises took their time, but they were just minor inconveniences.

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