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This chapter comprise sturdy themes reminiscent of prostitution, **** and torture. Be happy to skip it in the event you do not just like the theme.

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Whats up, my title is Lotus, 26 years outdated.

My mom, like most dryads on the town, was a excessive class prostitute, whereas my father’s id is totally unknown, although I’ve my guesses about him being a hearth demon or dragon disguised as a human.

My delivery was full of mysteries. First, the contraceptive my mom used did not work. Second, she took greater than 5 abortion poisons and none had any impact apart worsening her personal heath, lastly she gave up and what was born was the bloody purple little dryad, me.

Due to my mutation, I had fairly a number of advantages over different from my race, reminiscent of larger energy, larger magical energy, and an innate disposition towards fireplace magic what would put me on the genius rating in any magical academy if I ever had the prospect to enter one.

After all not the whole lot was excellent news. I used to be pretty delicate to chilly, did not exhale pheromones like different dryads and the worst a part of all, my progress was 4 instances slower than others of my dryad race, and a couple of instances slower than the human and elf races.

As my youngster physique allowed, I helped doing chores on the brothel, washing garments, dishes and serving to with the cleansing. However after reaching fifteen years outdated, due to this sluggish progress I began being the goal of many pervert needs from the perverts who frequented my outdated work place. Fortunately a single fireball was greater than sufficient to frustrate most of their makes an attempt and when it failed, my tentacles had been capable of strangle them till they faint. however it doesn’t matter what technique I used I nonetheless needed to hear a handful of our matriarch’s complains about the best way to deal with a costumer and the way I might by no means succeed my mom if I saved that mood.

“Nice! Trigger I by no means had any intention from succeeding her anyway!”

Was the factor I all the time wished to say however by no means had the braveness to do it.

Uninterested in coping with these perverts, once I reached 20 years outdated I lastly left the brothel and began working as a blacksmith apprentice. After all the brothel tried to cease me however on the time I had quite a lot of fireballs at my disposal, which weighted effectively in my favor once we negotiated my go away.

After that I began saving cash to purchase higher blacksmith books to enhance my craft whereas working alongside aspect my grasp to maintain the home afloat.

These six years had been by far the perfect years of my life, not having to continually fear about being assaulted in my sleep and having peace of thoughts to work and develop.

Sadly good instances are all the time certain to finish earlier than we count on.

In the future the swamp close to our city began spreading a purple mist.

This purple mist had all type of totally different results, some folks turned extra violent, others turned weak, and I actually misplaced most of my magical energy.

Then the purple moon appeared within the sky and the outdated prophet proclaimed a catastrophe would quickly comply with, however he was ignored like the opposite hundred disasters he foresee earlier than.

Sadly, this time he was proper.

Just a few days later a military of thousand orcs marched towards our city.

As a small city, it barely had partitions to defend itself and it was by no means ready for an assault in such scale, so when the orcs attacked, the defenses simply succumbed and all we may do was unfold to all instructions working for our lives.

Most individuals tried to make use of the primary roads and ended up captured or killed when attempting to flee. As for me and my grasp, we had been capable of sneak via the forest and safely get away.

Searching for a protected heaven, my grasp and I headed west towards the Grose Metropolis. Sadly each of us did not know that the street was full of robbers and bandits.

On the third day since our escape it lastly occurred, as we walked via the forest path, all of a sudden a gaggle of bandits surrounded us and requested for our give up, which we clearly refused.

I fought again with the whole lot I had however due to the purple mist results my magic turned laughably weak so all I may do was depend on my physique. One bandit down, two, three…lastly my very own physique could not sustain anymore and I used to be the one to fall.

Ultimately heavens had been merely not on our aspect…. T_T

As we had been delivered to the bandits camp, we seen we weren’t the one ones who had been captured. Truly there have been greater than twenty folks trapped in cells like us. Amongst them I used to be capable of acknowledge not solely the daughter of baker but in addition a number of purchasers from the brothel my mom works.

Evening arrived and the bandits wished to check the products however earlier than they might put their palms on me, they had been stopped by their boss saying that they might have solely those that weren’t virgins as to not decrease our market value. Happily I used to be one of many virgins and was spared the humiliation, although I can not say the identical for another unlucky women.

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After being offered to the slavers, hell really started.

Being tortured nearly day by day, they tried to brainwash me right into a senseless doll. Happily or sadly, due to my bloodline my thoughts was extraordinarily resilient making me not break irrespective of which type of torture they put me via.

However even rocks will flip to sand if they’re hit by water for lengthy sufficient.

Because the day handed, they lower my roots, whipped me, shamed me, beat me, drugged me, gave me no meals nor water, and compelled me to behave in a subservient approach on a regular basis.

Lastly once I was near shedding it, I noticed a paper seem beside me in my cell.

I did not know the place it got here from, or the way it reached my aspect. Nobody had entered the cell nor ordered me to signal something.

Out of curiosity or boredom I attempted studying the contract and it mentioned one thing about summoning and giving up rights.

I assumed it was one thing to do with the slavers, perhaps this was one thing they wanted signed to make a authorized sale. Truthfully I wished to tore it aside, however at that second the worry for my life grew stronger and I made a decision to resign and signal it.

“Possibly life as a slave is all that’s left for me…”

Tears fell from my eyes as I signed the contract utilizing my bloody finger mark and as quickly as I did the contract vanished in entrance of my eyes.

“W-wha..?”

I believed I used to be going loopy and began to cry in despair, praying to gods and devils to only free her from the ache.

Quickly morning arrived once more and I used to be pulled for an additional tortures session.

The ache was an excessive amount of! The brand new wounds cried whereas the outdated wounds screamed and my thoughts was barely capable of make sense in what was occurring. Lastly I used to be unable to withstand anymore and fainted.

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I awoke once more. My world was shaking. I attempted to open my eyes, and barely spied a good-looking man rigorously carrying her with a nervous look.

The person talked one thing however I used to be nonetheless too groggy to know.

Quickly the person took me someplace with a phenomenal healer.

They talked about one thing and shortly an exquisite heat sensation stuffed my physique, easing up my ache.

I do not know what’s going on however I had this odd feeling that I am lastly protected…