My eyes have finally recovered as expected. Once I begged Martigan enough to let me drink some blood, I finally recovered my vision, which means I am one step closer to freedom. By the looks of things around me, I am just inside a weird-looking room.
Ever since I told Martigan about my pregnancy symptoms, he has finally stopped using me as his personal Ona-hole; I never thought I would end up like one, never mind that it would be in a fantasy world! First of all, I notice the lack of clothes with my vision. I mean, I am completely naked inside the room, like cheeks and breasts out, just like mom brought me into the world.
I had already suspected this by the weird feeling on my skin before, but with my eyes, I can confirm that I am indeed naked. Talk about a quick way to get your show canceled! Meh! The first few episodes of Drugs and Sex would cancel this show. I mean, this is light work compared to that.
Now, to solve the problem ahead of me. I cannot see anything that I can use to liberate myself from Martigan anywhere near, and let's not forget that I still don't have arms. Martigan didn't cut my arms and legs all the way to the torso but right at the joints, still rendering them useless as I can't really move that much like this either.
What am I meant to do? Leap forward like some sort of frog!? {Door lock sound} Uh? Suddenly, the all too usual sound of the doorlock getting the door open finally reveals the man who has kept me captive for over a month already! The son of a bitch that got me begging him for anything.
Man, it feels degrading having to beg for food. "I'm back, baby. We've got to get going tonight, so get ready for that; I can't stay in this town much longer. The police are suspicious of me." Martigan tells me this as I nod along to whatever he says so he doesn't get mad at me.
"So? Are you finally going to be nice to me? You'll be my wife soon, so you better fix your attitude," Martigan says to me as his left-hand picks my chin up so he can stare right into my soul. His words make my eyes watery, but I refuse to cry anymore. I struggle to hold back my tears, but I do for now.
"Aww! Don't cry pretty! I know I've been harsh to you, but it's all because you hurt me first! I had to show you who is in charge! You forced my hand sweetie!" Geez, just how twisted could someone's thought process could get? This guy seriously went from a full-blown psychopath to the nicest person ever in a matter of seconds!
I know what he is trying to do, at least, so in that sense, I know that this is just an act on his part to try and make me love him or even trust him in some twisted fucked way, but fortunately for me, I have the resilience of a 40-year-old man in here! It takes more than this to break me motherfucker!
Still, I've got to act as if I am a poor, innocent girl, or he will never trust me. "I am sorry I did that to you. I was just trying to be cool." I respond to Martigan with a docile tone, almost as if submitting to him, which I was not! "That's better! See? Your beautiful face looks better when you smile at me like that; that angry look doesn't suit you at all."
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Ohhhh man! I wanted to chop his dick off so bad! Look at this, Mom! Dad! Martigan might beat me in years of experience being a dick, but I am just savoring the time I finally get to see him squeal and cry as I cut his throat wide open. The winning award for the Oscars should go to me!
{Phone ringtone}
"Shit, it's the old man again. Give me a second love." Martigan answers the phone call as usual, and while he tries his best to shield his voice and that of his Master, I can still kind of hear it clear enough to make out what they talk about from a distance. "The entire Imperial border is shut down; I'm gonna have to go all around the damn place to get to Romaritime, so I need you to extend our contract for who knows how long if I am honest."
"Don't worry about it, Master; I've got things under control here. We can wait as long as you need." Martigan responds to the old man on the other side of the phone as I try my best to look around for anything he might've left behind for me to try and hide under the sheets or something, but there's just nothing useful!
"Take care then, Martigan. I will transfer you some funds through the fish commerce network. The funds should arrive in Port Ormos in three days." Martigan's Master says to him, giving me vital information about where we would probably head next: Port ORMOS!
"Thanks, I was starting to run dry over here; this kid eats like there's no tomorrow! So expensive to keep her full!" FUCKING LIAR! That piece of shit has only let me drink some of his blood just like two days ago! I am still going incredibly skinny, and he dares say he spends money feeding me!? FUCKING HORSE SHIT!
"Oh! I am sorry for your troubles, Martigan! I will double what I was going to send you! Just keep them happy, alright?" Martigan's Master didn't sound as bad as he was, but still, what would he do to me? I didn't want to find out if I was being honest. I know Martigan's Master might very well be a kind man, but I am not willing to take my chances at this point.
What if he turns out to be even more psychopathic and ends up performing open chest operations on me or tries to open my skull to study my brain or some crazy shit like that? No, thank you! If Martigan's Master is just as two-faced as he is, then I am not taking the risk! I'VE GOT TO DIP FAST!
They do have cell phones, but it seems like Martigan doesn't even know what a cell phone is. This means that his Master is most likely the creator of this device, meaning that he is another possible reincarnation. Still, even then, I can't trust that he will be merciful to me because I also happen to be a reincarnation.
This world has killer Fairies and other cute, deadly creatures and child exploitation at every turn of the corner, so nothing operates like most other vanilla isekai worlds. This one is far more dire and disgusting, which means that human sin probably transfers from other worlds, too.
People always dream and write stories of medieval times, which were such great material for fantasy adventures, but the reality of things is far from it, isn't it? In the real world, people die, and everything can go wrong; in the real world, there's no set destiny. Everything can change in a matter of seconds.
The same goes for Martigan and the current state he has me in then! This bastard might think he has got me and that his plans to have me surrender to him will come to fruition, but my determination to kill him is bigger than his stupid games! BRING IT ON, THEN, MARTIGAN! Let's see who ends up winning the battle of wills!
