I will take care of things
I was restless.
My mind was trying to think of a way to escape from this place. Before lying down, I've checked the windows. However, none of them is big enough to hold my body.
Should I manage to squeeze myself through, I might get stuck on the way.
That will be so damn embarrassing.
Going through the door isn't an option at all. I just came to this place, and I've not yet gotten the hang of things.
Should I go through the door, I might end up getting lost in the maze. And that's not something I want.
It's one thing to escape from this place, and another thing to be caught in the act.
I don't want the devil and his stupid harem to be aware of the fact I intend to escape.
Kicking off the covers, I sat up on the bed.
Gods.
This is so frustrating!
I tug my hair.
Why is it too easy to be brought here, but difficult to leave?
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