Chapter 04 [arc one]

Karilyn had lost it and tried to run ten times before the bastard broke her legs. This was because the life of a slave under Kaname was a nightmare. Almost immediately, she was told that she would be fasting to maintain her purity. What this meant was lost to her as she was thrown into work. The man said she owed him a month's worth of labor to repay him for the hospital bills. This forced her to clean on her bruised hands and wobbly knees from 6 a.m. to midnight. She wasn't allowed to take showers and was given minimal water.

None of the others were allowed to help her in the sweltering heat. Every home has been installed with stellar air conditioning systems since 2060. But to help punish her, Kaname turned every part of it off. She felt sweat drip down her open wounds; she had been slapped around plenty, painfully stinging them. If she cried in front of him or one of the slaves who had snitched, she was hit. The weapons varied from an electric fly swatter that burned her as she screamed to a lighter that left blisters on her feet.

The woman had never felt so terrified in all of her life. It only made sense for her to try to run. She could take her chances in the red-light district. She could lick her wounds and find out how she got sent into a videogame world. But every single time, she found herself being dragged back. The last time she lost her cool, she cursed him out. The woman shouted that he was a coward and deserved death. Her heart stopped when he brought out the hammer. It broke when she was pinned down by the other slave woman of her age.

Getting your legs broken by a hammer wasn't as simple as it sounded. The man swung wildly as he shouted in her face. The first hit hit her left knee, and she felt it buckle. In response, she threw up, which made him angrier. He swung twenty-five times before he successfully broke her left leg. It took thirty-seven for the right, as he decided to fiddle with her head. He would miss on purpose and hit the carpet beneath her body. This would send her into hysterics, making him scold her. When it was over, Karilyn was sure she'd die.

If the injuries didn't kill her, the shock would. No amount of game knowledge could have prepared her for this. Karilyn knew Kaname would break every limb and bone she had without breaking a sweat. As long as she was still alive for the ritual, everything was going according to plan. When she walked into the household, she knew her fate was sealed. There were no other redheads, and the slave she possessed was clearly the weakest. No one shed a tear for her fate when they escaped it. Instead, they pushed the 22-year-old into it.

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Why cry for her when you could celebrate that it was the stupid orphan girl instead of your sister? or that it would distract your owner long enough for you to clean up your mistakes. Nobody cared, and Karilyn had never felt such strong rejection. She waited until her body broke for anyone to offer comfort. Typically, in books, there'd be one character who offered help. who would aid the main character as they struggled and grew. But that never happened; everything just stood there. To her disbelief, they openly blamed her.

"If you just followed directions, this wouldn't have happened." "You're using getting hit in the head as an excuse to skip your chores!" "You can't just expect a free meal for doing nothing; put your food back and go away." "Stop dragging me into your trouble; I have my own back to watch."

Their behavior confused her, and she struggles to understand why they were so cruel. In the visual novel, they were depicted as kind souls. The main character fought to end their abuse, and they showered her with love. Whenever she messed up by not accepting Kaname's gifts, they comforted her. If she was homesick, they made her favorite meals and kept her company at night. The love and kindness they showed a stranger were gone. It was like it was all a mask to gain favor. In reality, they only cared about their own survival. even if it meant pinning her down for torture.

She gave up. She gave up and laid there, her legs bent awkwardly as she cried. The woman felt utterly hopeless, and it was hard to gather any courage to keep going. All she knew was that it was just going to get worse. Eventually, she found herself hyperventilating on the cold floor. They had locked her in a room with no windows or visible doors. She had pulled herself up at first, desperately feeling for an opening. for a crack anywhere that would let her see something. But all she felt was the stone that surrounded her.

The isolation offered no peace for her suffering. It just made it more unbearable. She couldn't hear anything besides her breathing. She couldn't smell anything besides her own sweat. All she was able to do was lie down and sniffle. Her body was so exhausted from crying that she wondered if it had been hours. or if it had been days and the bastard had decided to just let her rot. Karilyn was terrified that the wall would just move and crush her to death. Or the ground would open, and the demons below would be waiting to swallow her soul.

Her paranoia was driving her mad, and she was so scared. Karilyn wanted to scream her head off, and eventually she did. She screamed at the top of her lungs until she started to have a panic attack. All she wanted was to survive. All she needed to do was survive. She had to. She had to live through this, even if he destroyed her entire body. even if he tore her entire being apart bit by bit. The woman just wanted to live a life free of pain and eternal suffering. She would do anything to make that happen, no matter what.