2 (II) Cruel new reality

(a/n Depiction of blood, violence, rape will be on this chapter viewer discretion is advised)

The sight of a woman with four of her major tendons clipped off her limbs and signs of bruises, one of her eyes gouged out, and a swollen belly those goblins were trying to make sure she was unable to run. There was a high chance that the parents of the babies in her belly were the ones I had killed not that it brought me any sympathy or anything like that.

Which I thought was strange again i was calm about this... no, cold, I really didn't feel much.

The pregnant woman was staring blankly into the air, all while laughing as she mutters incoherently.

"hue? Hehe hehe, can't-n't r-run no no ca-can't, need to satis-tis-tisfy them! hruts-hruts it hru-hruts so much!"

her reaction makes one wonder what they did to her or how long she was down here.

The poor woman was filthy, practically skin and bones.

Upon seeing me with the dead-fish-like eye she simply smiled crazily while drooling, then spread her legs, exposing her beat-up cunt that had signs of biting, swollen from abuse, as she was left there to do her shitting and pissing on the exact spot, there was still some umbilical cords connected to her but no signs of the babies it was connected to.

So the thought came to mind what if those children were long gone and as there was a reasonably sized hole in the wall some distance away from the woman that may be how the goblins entered the sewers, so I asked the woman a question hoping that she understood.

"Do you want me to save you?"

Her eyes changed with some clarity before She began shouting as her spit scattered about.

"Fuck me FUCK ME!!! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEE!!!!"

Despite this reaction, there was a tear in her remaining eye. It was then I understood the feeling of pleasure that helped her forget or not think about this unfortunate situation, with clipped tendons, how was she supposed to make a living?

Who would accept a woman who was no longer young and with such scars?

Who would accept a woman that monsters had soiled beyond repair?

She had surrendered to such a fate and wanted to forget or die... that is what her smile of relief told me when I drew my blade.

She wanted to die something she craved for...longed for.

----the woman's pov----

I have forgotten my name after being here for so long, but I do remember being a scout of a mercenary band thanks to another band backstabbing my crew due to short-termed profits all the men died, and the women were left as 'entertainment' I managed to escape when my captors let their guard down.

Some fun times there, but that quickly ended when I came across a small pack of goblins and was captured by them, as were the other women who escaped...

It turns out that the mercenary band that I escaped from was in cahoots with these goblins. Whenever they were tired of a woman, rather than kill them, they'd let them 'escape' full of hope and revenge, only to get caught by the goblins afterward to drown us into deeper despair.

The sick fucks.

My situation fell into such a fucked up hole that there was no way to stay entirely sane.

After being repeatedly violated in the sewers and left to rot after bearing so many of those abominations of the damned goblins, I would still try to get my revenge if I managed to get a chance to escape. However, when they decided to sever my major tendons, there was nothing left that I could've done.

I tried biting my rapists, but that led me to be gagged and beaten until one of my eyes was ruined. Hence, one of these monsters ripped it out and ate it in front of me, and then after attempting this a few times, the goblins decided to drug me with some of the herbs they collected. It was an addictive kind...

It mellowed me out as my situation became more hopeless, made me unable to focus on trying to die, unable to resist anymore!

Until one day or night, whichever it was, as the constant darkness of the sewers made me lose my sense of time.

Someone was killing the goblins that were here in this little outpost, using the lure trick that many mercenaries used. The person that was doing it was very proficient at this.

I felt some hope here, wanting to see the light at least once more.

Upon seeing the crouching figure that was sneaking toward the goblin bowman who was sleeping, the new guy stomped a few times, he wanted to have a fight looking at his actions, but the goblin ignored it.

Still, the man shook his head and then delivered a swift stab to the sleeping goblin's neck. Shit, he was probably one of the warmonger races.

I was wondering if this guy would save me from my fate, but I quickly gave up the thought as there was a chance that he was a slaver or a runaway bandit, just another one of them damned monsters, guess back to being a fucktoy until I die since that's how both men and monsters see us women just to pop out kids or as entertainment...(A/N she sees him as a human due to his race's quirks.)

So, I played the crazy woman game. I just wanted this to end...

"hue? Hehe hehe, can't-n't r-run no no ca-can't, need to satis-tis-tisfy them! hruts-hruts it hru-hruts so much!"

Hopefully, that would disgust this man and just make him kill me right then and there, but it didn't as he decided to scan my body, probably wondering how to increase my suffering, so I did what these damned monsters find hard to resist.

I spread my legs, even if it is beaten up down there, these damned monsters in human skin would fuck anything that was fuckable, wanting to just get this over with to forget everything, but his words were just too gentle, as I was beginning to drown in despair thinking this man wanted to make me suffer even more.

These kinds of bastards always made those more unfortunate than them suffer...

"Do you want me to save you?"

While the words that the man said to me made me feel some hope again, at the same time, I was afraid that it was false hope. Still, What if This man wanted to drown me in despair even more?

After all, bandits and slavers find it fun to break a person's mentality, so this man might be trying to check if I was still sane, so I should keep up the act!

So I taunted him!

"Fuck me FUCK ME!!! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEE!!!!"

I was that desperate to forget or to die if this man was here to help me or 'save' me... there was still a chance he was more than likely just pulling my leg, like the rest. Surely he would do what he wanted from seeing this, hell no matter how fucked my cunt was, it was free and usable, it was better than plowing a rotting corpse which is a common sight in the slums, but the thought of receiving my freedom from this kind of life was too alluring, so a tear formed from my remaining eye.

I almost messed up and yelled out free me during my screeching.

But from the look in the man's eyes, it was a pleasant sight. It matched the gentle-looking face his and pale greyish skin. I smiled; my time had come, and its next words made me wish that I could just jump at him and thank him properly with my words, but the drugs ruined me.

"Do you want to die?"

So I answered while nodding like a fanatic of a religion!

"YESHHHH ESSHHH, I quant to bye PLUESSSH."

Not the exact words that I intended to say, but seeing my peace bringer raise his blade, peace at last...

It was quick and painless as I felt relief free of my burdens at last...

----Main pov----

That left a very bitter taste, I felt slightly guilty when I killed the goblins, and upon seeing the woman's state any of the little amounts of guilt I felt disappeared those damned goblins!

Then I caught myself I was feeling something strongly this time!

i was kinda happy at that but i resumed to the task at hand.

I took the corpse of the woman then placed it carefully near the little fire I intended on making using the broken sword and its other piece with the hay that the goblins were using as a bed I managed to make a flame.

I covered the corpse with a right amount of hay as I didn't intend on sleeping here due to the possible dangers since that hole in the wall seemed to make me uneasy. as it turns out I can fit through the hole, I made sure to burn it entirely luckily for me no explosion happened with the amount of methane gas that gathers in the sewers.

I reflected on my careless action that could've killed me as for the goblin corpses, I stripped them of anything useful then gathered them in a corner, leaving them to rot as they won't be the only ones I'll be killing tonight!!

I crawled into the hole in the wall as the smell of these damned monsters were really pissing me off.

At this moment I failed to notice the changes in my mind and physique as I was slowly becoming something else.

Current items were a pauldron, a stinky cape, a crude bow, and 18 arrows, a club, a dagger, bloodied tunic, a pair of loose slacks.

I realized then that I had no shoes!

What....? shoes are important!