Chapter 142

Ruhuahua lay flat against the cold floor, carefully tucking her hands in against her chest and pressing them firmly over her ears. *Can’t hear a thing, can’t hear a thing,* she chanted silently to herself, burying her head beneath the bed. Fortunately, the underside of the bed was kept spotlessly clean, saving her from getting a mouthful of dust. Time seemed to stretch out, becoming extraordinarily long. After lying there for ages, her partially raised arms began to go numb. Ruhuahua flexed her aching wrists, lifted her torso slightly within the limited height, and pulled the paper covered in poison recipes from inside her bodice.