Ok, I need a plan right now, but what can I do? I'm stuck in a prison, and there's a guard outside. Also, judging by what they said earlier, I'm gonna be sold off soon—shit, this is bad. I began recollecting my mind. It was clearly not working; after all, so many things needed to be registered. As I finally regained a bit of sanity, I heard their voices.
"Hey, did you make sure to not be followed?" asked a man. He was wearing an insanely expensive tuxedo.
"Yeah, boss," said the fat guy guarding the cell.
"Good! Make sure to not be too rough, after all we need them in good quality," said the boss guy.
He tried lighting his cigarette...
But I nearly lost my whole existence seeing what he did—
DID HE JUST FUCKING CREATE FIRE? IS HE A GOD? WAIT, AM I IN ETERNAL HELL OR SOMETHING? WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?
I needed to stop thinking, but I couldn't. This would have not shocked me if I had read those fantasy novels those nerds read in my class, but I just couldn't. Holy shit, I'm dead. There's no way I'm surviving. Nah, I'm dead. What can I do when they have magical god powers? Wait… can I use them???
I tried thinking of fire, and… nope. Not even a hint of it emerged. Fuck its over.
I began slowly accepting fate, but since I'm a former criminal—well, kinda—I have violent thoughts. I thought of something completely insane in a matter of seconds: I will ask the fat guy that if he frees me, I'm willing to offer myself to him, and when he comes—BAM! He definitely won't reject. Just look at the fat fuck, hah!
I'll smash his head with these metal chains, but I've got to be near the door. Then I just need to sneakily take that key that's hanging out of his pants.
As I slowly crawled near the door, just glancing around made me super scared. What if he doesn't get knocked out or even hurt? I mean, since they have god-like magic, they will probably survive metal chains, right?
Well, who fucking cares? Maybe I'll get another life. Besides, I'd rather die than get sold off and raped. I quickly reached near the gates. Everyone inside the cell was just staring at me with a dead look, which was super scary—like they wanted to kill me or something. Well anyway, time to execute the plan.
"Hey, mister, can you please let me leave? I'm willing to offer myself if you let me leave!" I said—but holy shit, even my voice was cute.
"Ohhh~ look at you, trying to escape. What does a 7-year-old girl even have to offer, you bitch? I'm not gonna let you leave, but I'll accept your other condition," he said.
I could see it. His disgusting face. I used to be a boy, so I knew this face very well, as other boys used to look like this at some girls. But now, directed at me… I was about to vomit. It was disgusting. Is this how they felt? Well now I'm gonna fucking kill him.