83 – Distorted
As the guards had warned earlier, it was lunch time.
The prisoners in turn moved under her guidance to the cafeteria inside the prison.
I cringed for a moment at the fierce eyes of the women who were handing out the food, but I couldn’t help but eat, so I quietly and unobtrusively took a seat and went to a seat.
“Huh…”
My self-esteem was lowered without my knowledge because of the guards earlier, so I automatically sighed, and I felt resentful of myself for not being able to do anything even in that situation.
Still, I thought I should fill my stomach first, so I was about to pour a spoonful of soup, but then I heard a few irritated voices.
“Hey, Holy Lady.”
As I turned my head, several women approaching me giggling and started talking to me in a quarrel.
“…I am no longer a saint.”
“What, I don’t care if you’re a saint or a whore, and I’m going to sleep there?”
The corner of her eyes slightly frowned at her words, but she didn’t say anything.
···Anyway, were the seats fixed?
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that.
But it could be something I really didn’t see, so I got up and tried to move to the table with the tray.
Until she took my hand.
She had short, dark red bobbed hair, and her face had a long knife scar on her left side and a black eyepatch over her right eye.
Her name tag had Bia written on it.
He looks strong, and seems to have considerable strength outside as well.
She said, showing off her great height, holding my hand up.
“Saint, can’t you do this? It’s all about moving out of your seat?”
Then what the hell are you supposed to do?
Via grinned.
“Kneel down.”
“Yes?”
“Kneel.”
“What is that…”
“Saint, why are you doing this? Are you deaf? Can you hear me? Kneel down? Ah- or am I being ignored?!”
“·····”
I was dumbfounded and couldn’t say anything.
Then Bia spoke slowly.
“Gick kick, listen carefully, saintess. I’m the powerhouse in this prison. No matter how much we’re imprisoned here, there are many factions here, and there are powerhouses. But now? It was taken away by that guy. That’s also by the newcomer who came in today!”
I never dreamed that such a thing would exist.
“Then what will happen to me? Will it just scratch my ego? No? I just told you. There are several factions in this prison. Of course I will be looked down upon by the other powerful people of the other factions? Just because of you, who came in today. “
“I’m sorry.”
I automatically lowered my head.
I was afraid of Bia, who was laughing and talking like a psychopath.
“How many times do I have to say it?”
“Yes, yes?”
“Get down, kneel.”
But when my body stiffened and I couldn’t move, I put my mouth to my ear and whispered.
“Get down on your knees b*tch.”
Hearing that, I was terrified.
Slowly lower one foot at a time.
I never dreamed that a situation like this would happen back in Astria.
It was different from when I was always the top.
I felt it all over my body.
Here, I am always Eul.
Let me kneel on all knees.
Bia and the women around her giggled.
“And?”
“Yes, yes?”
“All you have to do is kneel? If you do something wrong, you should apologize.”
“····I’m sorry.”
“Good.”
Via picked up the tray that was on her desk.
And it poured over my head.
“Be careful next time, okay?”
Via smiled pretentiously.
As if she was full of mercy and forgiving.
Tears came to her eyes at her shame.
Bia saw that.
“····Ah- look at our saintess? Are you crying? Are you sad?”
“·····”
“Oh f*ck, how do you know that I’m really into crying women? I’m really bad at it again.
Awkward!
She was shocked by her spitting words.
Via’s followers said.
“Hey, last time you said you were a rookie, you took a corner and ate it, and the guards broke it.”
“What the hell, this b*tch is flirting with me.”
“Oh my, I’m a b*tch who likes Bia, so what can I do, saintess?”
Via smiled and took my hand.
“Let’s go, saintess.”
“Yes, yes?! Where?!”
“Hey, there’s a warehouse where labor supplies are stored? It’s good because no one comes over there.”
“What the hell are you doing!”
“What is s*x?”
Bewildered, I tried to resist, but there was no strength.
“Please stop!”
I looked around with a request for help, but everyone was indifferent or staring, but no one moved.
At this rate, it looks like I’ll be raped by this woman.
Then the savior appeared.
“Stop, what are you doing?”
“… Oh f*ck.”
It was Mabel.
Holding her pole in her hand, she blocked Bia’s path.
“I asked what you were doing.”
“I don’t do anything.”
A war of nerves began as the two’s stinging eyes crossed.
For a brief moment, they didn’t look away from each other, but Via first bit-chuckled her tongue and then averted her eyes.
She let go of my hand at the same time.
“I feel lucky.”
And then Via turned her back and went back the way she had come.
So did her followers.
In the end, the only ones left there were me and Officer Lovell.
Mabel watched for a moment at her wet clothes, at her tear-stained face, at her messy hair from the spilled broth, then moved on.
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No, that person must be the same person.
····Isn’t it?
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Mabel was sitting in her own room.
It was not a room made of iron bars used by prisoners, but a normal room made really well.
There were magic tools installed there to keep an eye on the prisoners.
It was like a magic tool like a CCTV.
There was a bed, a bathroom with hot water and a kitchen to a high standard.
It was similar to the room Havir lived in before living in the mansion.
There, Mabel was sitting in her chair, touching her vitals.
She let out a gasping sound like a pervert, and desperately touched it, remembering the feel of Seri’s chest she had touched earlier.
“Meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me meet me”
She honestly never thought we would meet again.
She made up her mind, thinking that it was just a fleeting relationship.
She became a prisoner, and I met her again as a prison guard.
Seri doesn’t seem to remember me, but I do remember.
This was fate.
‘Since we met again… I will never miss it.’
Madness shone in Mabel’s eyes.