(Burlok) “Are you sure this is the only way, sister?” Burlok asks from me worriedly. Is he a siscon or something?

After explaining him that every magic item in the carriage can be traced, he basally treats me like his sister. Is this guy crazy? They can’t recognize which are magic item, so I helped them. Not that there was any.

If I look at him better it seems he has some strange aura. Is he also a demon? That’s why he seems so strange with me. Or maybe he wants to win me over? He’s very strict with the other bandits though.

(Me) “This is the only way to remove it. Don’t worry, I’ve been worse before. And stop calling me sister, it’s annoying and your underlings will look down on you.” Some act will help earn his trust, maybe.

(Burlok) “I’ll remember it, but I still don’t know your name”

(Me) “I don’t have one. Just call me demon like others. And don’t speak, do it already.” At least none of my previous names are mine. I bite on my teeth, and brace myself.

He holds my arms down and with two straight motion cuts both my thumbs off. As expected of a bandit. No mercy for me. I manage to hold my voice in, and pull my hands out of the bracelet.

He grabs my arms again and laps them up with cloth. He’s trying to much. No one will believe you are like this.

(Burlok) “Can’t even imagine how you can endure that”

(Me) “I can’t” I said simply and sat down. The wound will heal in a day but it won’t regrow for months, maybe more.

Some of the group watched this from the background, but I don’t care. A hard way to earn some respect.... I manage to stand up, but since I can’t help, I just wait for them to finish. Sometimes I point at a magic item, and say that it’s a tracked one. Not that I can determine. Even the bandits are thanking me. Just what kind of pussies are they?

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For a week staying with them, I helped them robbing two times. I was not too useful without thumbs, but acting as a trap, I helped them. And only one of them tried to rape me. I kicked his balls to the stars by the way. He was beaten up by his own friends afterwards.

And here I’m. A week after started playing bandit. My instincts have finally gone uncontrollable. At midnight I went to Burlok’s room. Not even understanding why, I slowly climbed on his front, and kissed him.

To that he wakes up. This is the first moment I feel intense bloodlust coming from him, but I don’t care. I can’t care. I put my tongue deep in his mouth, slowly playing with his. I strongly embrace him while he tries to push me, but I don’t let go. I feel my body slowly changing, but I don’t mind it.

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Since he’s still trying to push me down I let his mouth go and look deeply in his eyes. I can tell he’s scared, but that only makes me even more horny. I bite deeply in his neck, by instinct.

I see him slowly stop struggling and even enjoying my kisses. I let my hold go, and he embraces me just as I did before. He turns us over, he’s being on the top. Neither of us saying a single world, I let him act. He puts one of his hands on my vagina and starts to play with it. The lewd sounds I make turn me more and more on. I’m crazy wet. After both of us ready he slowly puts it in, and starts to move. After it went in once, he does not hold back, and starts to move as he likes, making me grasp the bed. Blood and fluids both come out of me, but my head starts to turn crazy. I let my instincts control me the whole night, biting and scratching more and more.

When I wake up in the morning, my mind is still hazy after my “”other self”” took over. I remember most of it though. After checking my surroundings I find a lot of blood on the bed. Some of it is mine, but most of it not. I put my head over his chest and hear his heart beating. He’s alive. Good. If he were humas he would be dead probably…

I notice changes on my body. I don’t look like a little girl anymore, my body is a 15-16 year old’s. I also feel myself much stronger than before, and a new strange power. Is that magic? I check my hands, and my thumbs are back.

I quickly got up and went to a table. Not caring what was on the papers, i started writing on one of them.

「Dear Burlok,

I’m very glad that you helped me that day, and I can’t express my gratitude towards you. Still, I’m sorry for all the troubles that I’ve caused. Be safe. I hope fate let us meet again.

-Your sister, Red」

I left the hideout, not even knowing where to go. I just walked forward not understanding myself. It’s not that I had any feelings towards him. My instincts don’t let me feel towards people. The only reason I left hurriedly, because I has no idea what to do with my life from now on. I have no home, no parents, no ambitions. I’m afraid if I stay in one place I'll lose my meaning. I have to go and find the meaning of my life for myself.

And no one will stop me.