The Ancient Curse (Cecillia's Point Of Views)
I didn't know how long I would get this kind of treatment. I couldn't even cry anymore. My voice was not heard. I didn't know whether it was day or night. I was like a cow whose milk was constantly being squeezed. I could no longer fight back.
I felt numb. I just hoped they didn't forget to burn the opium, so I didn't have to feel pain and could fall asleep soundly. Humans... when I fell asleep, I could only hear the words of the mysterious man who always said that I was surrounded by greedy and selfish humans.
I wanted to agree with it, but King Theodore wasn't like that. Maybe this was the reason why the king protected me so much. The worst thing had happened, and it was useless to regret it because when I begged for help, no one listened to me.