"I-I don't want to be their slave. Just thinking about what they'll do to me is making me feel like worms are crawling in my skin. I don't want that —" before she could continue with her sob story, I interjected.
"So you wanted me to relieve this problem of you and your family. You came to me, with your body as the promised reward, hoping that I would get rid of them for you?!" My tone was seething with anger.
It was understandably so, I was being used here!
"Ye-yes." Gianna honestly answered.
My eyes flared, but I kept my emotions under check, what she did was a forced one. She may knew what she was doing but even she had qualms about doing it.
She was just a mundane girl, with no power whatsoever, whom just wanted to save her family and herself, willing to go as far as even give her body to a complete stranger that may, or may not even help her!
This girl deserved some praise, even I had to admit that.
"I don't want to be their slaves, I do not want my family's business to be destroyed, I don't want my beloved family to get torn apart." The more I listened, the more I got to feel that she was a very noble woman.
"I knew what I did was a gamble, I dont even know who you are, or how powerful you were. I didn't know whether you'd help me even if I gave my body to you, but I was willing. At least I'd have given my first to someone that isn't as low as those gang dogs!" Resentment was clear in her voice.
"I knew there was no other choice, I had to pick between being a slave that will only have the purpose of pleasure, or give this body that they so want to someone else that may, or may not help me. Either way, I was gonna lose my first blood, I'd rather choose a complete stranger than those disgusting perverts!" Gianna let out all her grievances and her anger.
This girl...was very fierce!
I sighed long...
"You want my help...despite what you just did?" I asked, not being able to hide my scorn. To some, what she did may be right, to her, what she did was what was necessary, but to me personally, it was manipulation.
She was using me! And for some reason, the concept of it left a burning anger down my chest.
I was very conflicted, emotions were broiling in my mind. It was very contradicting, on one side, I wanted to help her as what she did was deserving of praise, and she really didn't have a choice — she did what she thought was right. But on the other side, I felt that what she did was very treacherous and manipulative, trying to use a complete stranger so that they will help them get rid of their own problems.
I gnashed my teeth.
"Leave." I said, trying to lessen the volume of my voice as much as possible.
Defeaning silence fell on the room. Gianna stood up, clearly forcing herself with the way her body was shaking.
She walked towards the door and was about to leave before she turned her head back towards me, with eyes that looked like she was forcing herself not to cry, but in the end, a tear slid down her cheek.
She lowered her head and said, "I-I know what I did was shameful, bu-but I did what I could only think of." Her tone of voice contained many emotions.
Her tear fell on the floor as I saw and heard the familiar sound of the door closing.
My fingers unconsciously trembled, I closed my eyes whilst my back leaned on the chair.
My first night in the city, I could have never imagined it like this back in the Labyrinth.
Now my mood was dampened.
The night passed...
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I left my room to go and look around the city to buy me some proper clothes, even after I left the room, I was still wearing the bathrobe, though over it, was nightshade.
I noticed that the hallway was pretty quite, I didn't realize it yesterday because I was still overwhelmed around the city.
I frowned as I neared the stairs to the bottom floor where a commotion was occurring. Sounds of breaking apart reached my ears, I checked out what was happening.
I saw the horrific scene in the bottom floor which was the lobby of the inn.
Furniture's were torn apart, thrown in the sides with a lot of broken pieces on the ground.
I saw three deliquent-looking men ganging up on a middle-aged man and woman. The latter looked like they were trying to reason out with the aggressive delinquents. One of the men noticed me and spat out, "Hey you, what are you doing here? This is now the property of the Underdog Gang."