Chapter 2446 Is the Same Everywhere

What's it like to be in the middle of a nightmare from which you can't wake up? This was actually not too unfamiliar to Tia, who was only twelve years old at the time. In fact, it was only about a year since she came out of the orphanage where she had spent her whole childhood with her and entered the life of Ilvermorny.

Speaking of which, she hasn't even really adjusted her mentality to get rid of the shadow of the past, otherwise she wouldn't have this trip to New York that skipped school for no reason.

However, compared to the days of being bullied in the orphanage, the current situation is obviously much more serious!

Tia felt very scared—probably because she hadn't studied hard in the past year, and her newly acquired status as a witch didn't seem to play any role in this crisis. So now, after the previous few figures passed by, huddling in the corner and hugging her knees tightly became the only thing she could do again.

This kind of... this kind of fear and anxiety of curling up to hide oneself in the darkness and crampedness, unable to wait for the pain to come, this kind of anxiety and depression that seems to make the air thick and suffocating, is it any different from the past?

"At the end of the day, I'm nothing more than a bedbug that can be trampled to death at any time. In the orphanage, in the magic school, in New York, the result is the same... No one can save me, God and Sister Talisa Can't save me, Ilvermorny and Mr. Stewart can't save me, neither can New York and Alisa... because, because I don't have the qualifications and value to be redeemed at all!"

In this icy prison where you can't reach your fingers, the petite and thin Tia can only hug her body tightly, and then tremble slightly in fear and self-abased. She was talking to herself in this way, silently counting those who had reached out to help her and conveyed kindness to herself, and she didn't even try to distinguish whether those kindnesses were true or false.

Is that important? No, it doesn't really matter to Tia at all, because even if it's just false kindness, it's already warm and beautiful enough in her feelings.

Then the warmth will eventually fade away, and I can only continue to hide in the dark to taste this bone-chilling coldness that is more cruel because of the contrast while the remaining warmth is still there.

Who can blame this? Obviously not, the only one to blame is his own cowardice and powerlessness.

"This is my fate."

In the end, there was only one sentence left in Tia's chaotic mind, but it also became lingering.

Until, the sound of footsteps resounded faintly from outside the iron fence door again.

"Here... again? Who is it this time?" Tia was shocked all over, and couldn't help shrinking back to the corner, "The person said before, it will be my turn soon, so... ...is it me?"

Because of the darkness in the dungeon and the encirclement and obstruction of the thick walls, she still doesn't even know how many other prisoners like herself are around. For her, everything she will face next seems to be Unknown.

So, since you don't know anything and can't do anything, then...you have to give up, right?

So when the footsteps gradually approached and came to the aisle outside, Tia completely closed the eyes that had been hidden behind the messy hair, and gave up thinking.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

"Clang clang!"

"Oh,

Darling, are you waiting obediently? Then...let's go..."

Fragmentary voices hovered in his ears, and then there was a cold touch on his arms. It was a dry and powerful palm, and it was very painful when pinched on the arm.

"Well."

Tia could feel that she was roughly dragged from the ground, and her thin body seemed to be just a toy under the opponent's strength. She staggered a few times, and subconsciously wanted to follow the opponent's strength to walk on her own, but soon realized that this move was futile.

"clang!"

"what."

The ankle probably hit the half-open cell door, and the pain caused Tia to burst into tears. In order not to experience this unnecessary pain, Tia obediently allowed the other party to drag her mercilessly. Even if her bare heels rubbed against the rough ground, it still hurt, but at least it was tolerable.

So be it! Whatever it is!

Under the light of the magic wand's luminous spell, the cells on both sides finally have outlines. If you look carefully, you may be able to see the figures of some people who are also imprisoned here. But at this time, Tia still had her eyes closed, and she was not interested in caring about the surrounding situation anymore.

She just hoped that no matter what happened next—even if she was going to die today—it would be over as soon as possible.

"Uh."

It seemed that after passing a corner, Tia's calf hit the corner or something again, causing her to snort.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear, it seems to hurt you again? But don't worry, it will be here soon, it will be here soon... When the master personally checks your qualifications, we can really become a family..."

The hoarse voice was still muttering something, as if it was talking to Tia, or it seemed to be talking to itself. Tia didn't listen carefully, but just let the nightmare go on by itself.

I don't know how long it took - the other party walked very fast in strides, so maybe it didn't take long before Tia felt as if she had stopped. The skin on the heel has long been worn out, and it may be dripping with blood at this moment, and the wound is so hot that she can't tell whether she has stopped or not for a while.

"Crack...Crack...Crack..."

There was a sound like a lock cylinder turning and a hinge opening and closing, followed by a tooth-splitting sound of the door opening.

The man dragged Tia into a heavy iron door, then swung his wand back to close the door, and was left behind with a muffled "bang". Tia, who had almost completely let go of her mind, Finally, he realized a little bit that he might have been taken out of the extremely dark prison before.

"Well."

After recovering somewhat, Tia began to open her eyes, and suddenly, light came in from the gap between the gradually opened eyelids. The light was a bit dazzling, causing Tia, who had previously adapted to the darkness, to have a slight dull pain in her eyeballs, but she still endured the pain and her own tears and looked around.

Appearing in the constantly shaking field of vision is a long corridor like a gallery exhibition path. Almost every painting on the wall is a dynamic figure and scenery, and those she saw in Ilvermorny. Same. It's just that there are portraits staring at her in some paintings, with fierce and cold eyes, which made her avoid subconsciously.

But in short, this place is no longer in the black prison area.

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