Chapter 439

She saw their hair matted with dirt, its original color impossible to tell. Their hollow eyes stared blankly at the sky, like their souls had long fled their bodies. Some of them barely had any clothes on, their skin a canvas of deep purple bruises and vicious bite marks. Their frail, bony frames resembled broken dolls abused beyond recognition. At the sound of footsteps, one woman suddenly scrambled forward with a frantic energy, clutching at the pant leg of one of the burly men. “Please...just one more bite...” “Just one...” Her face twisted into a strange smile, saliva dripping down the corner of her lips. The man looked down at her in disgust and kicked her away like she was trash. She tumbled a couple of times on the hard ground but made no sound of pain—just giggled to herself before clawing at the dirt, shoving handfuls into her mouth as if it were a fine delicacy. Calliope Godfrey felt her stomach churn violently, bile rising in her throat. Not in her worst nightmares had she i