Chapter 176: Captured
"Ugh!!...my head." A sudden sharp pain ran through my brain, forcing my body to bend and hold my head. I couldn't see a thing, nor hear the sound around me.
'What the hell is going on?' The question ran through my mind, yet I couldn't find the answer. The only thing that came to my mind was the fact that my head felt like it was exploding. Moreover, every inch of my body was screaming in pain.
'Fuck...' I screamed inwardly, trying my best to endure the pain. I could feel something was off. There was a presence there in the back of my mind. Focusing on it, fragments of memories and images flowed into my mind.
"Shit!..." The image was blurry, but I was sure that I was the one who killed all those slaves and drank their blood. The memories were a little unclear and fuzzy, but there was no doubt. I recall killing the first one, the big man. After that, I kinda lost control.
"Martha!" I exclaimed, forcing myself off this hideous throne. I mean, who the hell sits on a throne made of dead people?
"..."
Yeah... it was me.
"Martha, where are you?" I scanned the place, calling the woman. To my relief, the mature woman was lying next to the wall at the back of the room, breathing slowly and steadily, a clear sign that she was alive.
"Ahhh... thank goodness." I heaved a sigh, glad that the old woman was alright. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally kill an innocent person and a good person for that matter.
Yes, all the slaves that I killed weren't innocent. Even with the blurry memories, I'm a hundred percent sure that the slaves I killed were the ones who tried to kill me first. Those that didn't, I spared. Not because I was feeling merciful. No, the reason was simple: I just didn't want to kill those who didn't pick up arms against me first.
I'm not a good person, I know that. But I have a rule: never hurt a person that doesn't deserve it. I prefer to fuck them, but killing an unarmed man or woman, in my books, was a sin. Yet I'm as flawed as every creature in this universe. There were times when my intense emotions clouded my thoughts and made me act irrationally.
'Well, no one is perfect.'
"Ahh..." With a loud sigh, I stood up and slowly walked towards Martha, trying my best to ignore the pain in my body. It was not the first time I've been in a condition like this, and it won't be the last either.
"Martha, hey, are you okay?" I kneeled, checking on the old woman. I placed a hand on her forehead and another on her wrist, checking her temperature and pulse just to be safe.
"Her pulse is fine," I nodded, and the warmth coming from her forehead showed that her temperature was normal too. I was relieved that she didn't have any injuries. Again, just to be on the safer side, I pulled a healing potion from my inventory and poured it into her mouth.
"Martha?" I patted her gently on the shoulder, trying to wake her up. However, suddenly I felt a presence behind me. The moment I turned to check...
Thud!
Something hard and metal hit me right on the temple, sending my body to the cold bloody floor, rendering me unconscious again.
........
"Gasp!"
The sudden gasp of air was the first thing that entered my lungs as I woke up.
'Where am I?' The first thing that came to my mind. The last thing I remember was being hit by a metal bar, yet this place was totally different—a decently lit room with multiple torches and an empty wooden table.
'This is...' Before I could finish my thought, my eyes landed on my own body.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I shouted, staring at the horrifying condition of my own body. Not only was I chained up in the air naked, but instead of using handcuffs or a regular chain to keep my body in the air, long curved metal hooks were drilled through my wrist, forearm, and shoulder on both the left and right sides.
"AHHH!" The moment my brain registered the situation, the pain followed, forcing a painful scream out of my mouth. Not only did the hook pierce through my flesh and bone, but it also severed the muscles and nerves around using mana, making any movement of both my arms impossible.
"FUCKING SHIT!!" I screamed, trying to pull the hook out in any way possible. However, the moment I made just a simple movement, the hook began digging into the flesh, and the pain just exploded to unbearable levels.
'Fuck... calm down, Morgana.' I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to relax. The pain was still there and it wouldn't go away anytime soon, but I needed to focus and think.
'Who brought me here, and why did they do this to me?' Those two questions were the first that came to mind, but I quickly dismissed the first one since I was pretty sure it was the demons. Yet which demons, I still don't know.
"You're awake, I see," an unknown voice spoke, as the sound of footsteps filled the small room.
The source of the voice was a tall, dark-purple male demon. The horns were similar to a ram's, and the face was almost human if it wasn't for the black sclera and the amber eyes. He was also the first demon that I saw so far wearing clothes—a black, noble, human-like attire.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, glaring at the demon, who sat and made himself comfortable at the table.
"My name is The Governor," the demon replied, crossing his legs and placing both hands on the table.
"The Governor?" I raised a brow, confused by the name or the words. "Is that your real name?"
"Hmm... No, but let's just say, I'm the ruler of this mining city," the demon explained, tapping the table. His eyes were scanning my naked body, yet his eyes were not lustful. Rather, the look in his eyes was of a butcher staring at his new meat.
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to hide my anger and fear. The way the demon looked at me sent a chill down my spine for some reason.
"A lot of things, actually," the demon smirked, standing up and walking slowly towards me. "First, I want to know what kind of monster you are."
"Monster?"
"Yes, monster," the demon nodded, standing before me. His bright amber eyes were fixed on my crimson ones. "You killed most of my high-ranked slaves and drank their blood. Moreover, you killed two of the prison guards. We couldn't even find their bodies."
"So?"
"So... what are you?" the demon said. His tone was low, but the anger was seeping out of him.
"Hehehe..." I chuckled, and the demon narrowed his eyes, not understanding why I would be laughing.
"You want to know what I am?" I began, a small smirk creeping to the corner of my lips. The fear was still there, but now it was mixed with excitement.
"You want to know what kind of monster I am?"
"That's right," the demon replied, bringing his face close to mine. A big mistake he just made, because in the next second, I grew two new arms and lunged at his neck.
SLICE!
"AHHH!!" A scream of agony escaped my mouth as my two new arms hit the floor. In a split second, this demon chopped both my new arms with a katana that materialized in his hand out of thin air.
"Interesting," the demon said, reaching for one of my new arms, picking it up, and examining it closely.
"A human with unique abilities," the Governor said again after tasting the blood on the severed arm. "And a human girl, no less. Tell me who sent you and why you are here."
"F-Fuck you!" I spat on the demon's face, but it was a pointless attempt. The saliva simply vanished before it hit the demon.
"Don't wanna talk?" the demon asked, raising a brow. "Fine, then we'll use other methods to get the truth."
"Hehe..." the Governor smirked, throwing the severed arm away and snapping his fingers. "You know, I was surprised when I read a report saying that one of the humans gave birth to eighteen naga demons."
"!!!" My eyes shot wide open, and the surprise was evident on my face. How the fuck does this demon know about that? I guess the demons weren't as stupid as I thought they were.
"In normal circumstances, a single human slave will give birth to, at most, three demons. Maybe four or five if she's of another race. But eighteen is a new record," the demon spoke, a smile forming on his face.
Click!.
With a click, the door opened and five demons came in. Two were carrying long wooden tables, and the others had wooden boxes.
"Now," the demon turned, walking to one of the boxes and pulling out a whip with metal spikes on it. Then he turned, facing me with a wicked smile on his ugly face.
"Let's see what you're capable of."
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