"AHAHA! BAM!" A sudden and loud boom, louder than anything else beforehand, soon blows a deep hole in the side of the wall causing immense commotion among the guards of the whore house filled with underage slave girls like me.
On the other side of the wall, a boy with horns stands tall, holding up what looks like a vast Japanese war stick with one hand. The man makes quick work of all the men coming his way while saying all the things I thought of everyone who was a Patreon of this place.
"You sick fucks are disgusting! Touching little girls like that! Hell no!" The sun shines behind the man, trashing the place I had learned to call home while the other girls run back to their overlords. I slowly walked forward toward this new guy who understood my feelings.
"You sick fucks!" The horned man trash-talks his victims, who move around and twitch uncontrollably, looking like a total hero with the light of hope behind him, yet when it matters, I coward behind some chairs and hide away so he wouldn't notice me; part of me fearing the world outside the walls of the happy place.
What if this man turned out to be a false beacon of hope, just like every other man? What if he also simply wanted to abuse me physically? At least in the happy place, I still had a place to sleep and eat. Well, at least I had some friends here; would I give all of that up to some random stranger?
Yet once the man finishes off the men of the tavern, he is also stopped by the royal guard who impales his body and kills him off like he was the bad guy; something didn't feel right then and there; why did this world favor the bad guys in such a way? Why did the evil always triumph!?
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"Goddamit! Don't you see these are the bad men!? Why are you against me!?" The man exclaims as he bleeds out on the ground, looking straight at me. I can feel his boiling rage and the one boiling inside me. After seeing the worst side of men for a while, after seeing the cruelty of this world, I was angry about it.
I could feel my insides burning with anger. Every fiber of my body wanted to fight and die trying to change the system, which is probably what caused my enraged state in which I stupidly tried to hurt the guards, who quickly put me down with the simple use of their spears that tore apart my flesh like it wasn't even there.
Kill them, kill everyone, burn everyone, burn everything, hate everyone, hate everything. I love nothing, and nothing loves me back. (Nobody loves you because you love nobody) That goes inside my mind as my body bleeds out on the floor alongside the man who had made that hole in the wall, yet my fate wasn't over.
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I pass out and wake up in another place, caged up like an animal with a collar around my neck. I see my previous owner handing over my rings to another man who shoves me inside another dirtier and more gruesome cage. "Alrighty, I hope you'll be a quick seller. Since you're mute and all."
The new man carries himself with elegance and a certain aura of strangeness, yet I can tell he means me no harm so far, as his intentions were clear; he bought me because he thought I could make him some quick cash, so he was simply planning to sell me as a slave? What a fate.
I sat there quietly in my cage like the little animal I had become, letting people watch me caged and dressed like a whore; the entire town saw me in this bad shape, yet again, nobody said anything or stood up for me like always; nobody gave a shit about me because I wasn't worth a fuck.
Wait a second, what the hell was I saying?! How long had I been high on drugs!? Oh shit! My mind clears up as soon as I'm able to breathe clean air again. I can see everything and think for myself again, yet the situation wasn't any better because I think clearly now.
"Alright, sweetie, just let me place this around your neck so I can give you some more juicy drugs!" The man says as he prepares some sort of neck device with his target being my neck. My nerves and neurons have never fired any faster as I see my chance to run away right before me. I take the risk and my luck against the fat man.
{Spit}
Without a plan and magic, I simply go with a very rudimentary plan, which consisted of spitting on the old man's eyes to blind him and following that with an effective kick in the nut sack. "OUCH! AHHG! WHAT THE HELL!" The old man screams and moves around in deep pain while I fight to put the neck thing around his neck.
"NOO! NOOO! YOU CRAZY BITCH, AHHHGG! AHHH!!" The old man fights back with fierce strenght until I kick him in the nuts for a second time, forcing him to let go for a second, which was long enough for me to put that neck thing around him, finally drugging him the hell up.
Oh man, what the hell was that? How long have I worked in a brothel!? How many people have I slept with!? Oh my god, this was disgusting to think about, but now my bigger issue is what now!? I only thought far ahead to killing my current kidnapper. I have no plan after that! Do I just improvise!?
{ゴブリンスレイヤー - Kenichiro Suehiro}
{An original Story by Rumiko_san}
I dropped into a fantasy world without the ability to conjure magical spells and thus was naturally locked out of the system but somehow managed to acquire an exciting skill. I don't know where all of this is supposed to go from now, but we will do a thousand seasons! YEAH BABY! Annabel and her fucked up life a thousand episodes forever!
Hold up a second, wasn't my name Yui? Since when am I going by Annabel? Uh? Oh shit, I'm not the protagonist of this story, am I? Thanks, thanks for ruining the story, Rumiko! UGH!
{In a no-so-distant land}
Oh shit, oh crap, what was that dream on about? I've been in this place for a little over a year, yet I can't tell what I'm supposed to be doing; how strange; it's like I've traveled from one body to another, just like when I first reincarnated in this world, hold up! How many times have I died!?