chapter 116

Jason's body screamed for relief, his mouth parched and his muscles aching from the constant strain.

The bottle of water seemed to taunt him, its clear contents gleaming invitingly in the dim light.

His mind was a whirlwind of desperation and anger, the memory of Scar's smug face pushing him toward defiance.

He stretched out his hand closer to the water. But he quickly withdrew his hand and shut his head.

"I can't give up just like this." He muttered.

But the need for survival was stronger. He needed strength to escape, to fight back.

The rumbling of his stomach just seemed to make things even worse for him.

He stares at the bottle this time with an intense gaze.

He knew taking that water meant submitting to scars will.

He was already imagining the kind of torment that awaited him if he did what his body was craving desperately.

After a while, he concluded that it was best to live to fight another day.

Slowly, painfully, he crawled towards the bottle.

He barely had strength becaus