C95- Janeen's Fateful Coincidence (2)

"Mmh~"

Opening her groggy eyes as she tried to wake up her tired mind, Janeen slowly lifted her body from the ground and rubbed her eyes. The dim light of the sunset that reached her eyes told her how much time had passed. Realizing for how long she was asleep for, completely defenseless, her eyes shot open.

"W-Why did I fall asleep?!"

She looked down to check her clothes, but they were fine.

"What was that smoke? Did someone try something on me?"

She hastily got up and looked around. The sun was half under the horizon, which meant she spent about a quarter of the day unconscious at this random hill that anyone can walk onto. Except for the occasional small tree swinging with the wind, there was nothing to note on the hill.

'What is happening?', she thought as she was getting rid of the dirt and dust on her shiny dark blue hair.

As she slowly headed to her house, on the way back a bush clung to her already slightly tattered skirt, and opened a long vertical slit.

"Fuck! Why?! Today is the worst!"

Unable to find a way to stop her skirt from showing her thighs to the vile eyes of men in the streets, she ran towards her house.

While running, she could feel the nauseatingly vile stares of the men trying see under her fluttering skirt. She could hear the hateful voices of the women on the streets with their annoying words cursing her for tempting their sons and husbands.

Clenching her teeth in anger, she shook her head. Nothing was going to change even if she allowed these repugnant people to get to her. Nothing was going to change even if she shouted her lungs out, telling them how much she hates her life.

At most, one or two people would show sympathy, only to forget it the next day while the rest would just hide their hateful words inside for a night before everything returned to the way it was. The women would tell each other how filthy and repulsive she was while their sons would bet each other on how low they could pay to buy her, or how loud they would make her in the night.

'Fuck... I am going to puke..'

Desperately trying to stop herself from puking, she ran while trying to hold her torn skirt from showing too much, in vain. At the end of her run, she already got her share of dirty stares and insults.

Her mother wasn't home, probably trying to find some customers or something, so she ran into the bathroom without being yelled at. Finally unable to hold in the fluids of her stomach inside, she puked into the toilet while crying.

After washing her face, she got out of the bathroom and walked towards the kitchen.

"Ah~ I wasted a meal once again...", she said while smiling bitterly.

Picking up a slice of bread, she ate it after spreading a bit of butter on it. Looking at the empty bottom of the butter container, she sighed.

"Let's see if that bitch has any drug money left..."

She walked into her mother's room and checked the small hole in the wall that her mother thought was a good place to hide money. Of course, it took Janeen no time at all to find them, and she regularly spent a portion of that money to buy herself clothes and rarely, desserts.

She lifted the cover on the wall and reached for the coins inside.

"Let's see... Tch. Not enough to buy desserts..."

There was barely enough money to buy some butter and bread until the time her mother did all her drugs and got another loan to buy more.

She sighed and walked to her room and started fixing her skirt. While sewing, the distasteful day replayed in her mind. The ugly memories that resembled one another soon came flooding in her mind, and her hands slowed down.

She started to silently shed tears because of the overwhelming sense of helplessness she had to endure everyday. She finished sewing her skirt, and just sat down on her bed and started crying as she buried her face in her knees. While she was cursing how unlucky she was to be born, the mental tiredness soon caught up to her and she drifted into a light sleep.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

Only to be woken up by a loud knocking.

"Oh, the pig is back... Go to hell."

She refused to open the door, and after more knocking, the door slammed open.

Slam!

"Hey! Young girl! We know you are inside. Come out of your room!", said a man's voice.

She knew who this voice belonged to.

"I-It's the debt collectors... Whatever, just tell them the pig is away and come another time."

Quickly getting up in fear, she slowly opened her door and stepped outside.

The two men wearing white formal clothes were standing in her house. This wasn't something they did for the first time, so Janeen wasn't scared even if normal people would have been. She stared at the men in white silently.

"Your mother died. She was caught trying to steal money from a noble and was executed."

"I see. I don't care about that pig."

Even though she said that, inside she already understood what was happening.

"Well, she still owes us debt, so you are gonna have to come with us. We prepared a place for you to stay in another part of the city."

"No."

"You can't refuse."

"NO! I am not going to sell my body like that pig! You can kill me if you want!"

"Killing you doesn't pay your debt.", said the man, and walked towards Janeen.

Janeen stepped back. The men who were giving her body vile looks with their disgusting eyes ever since they saw her, were now trying to constrict her. To take away her freedom and violate her.

"Stop! Stop! Go away!"

No matter how much she shouted, it didn't matter. The abhorrent creatures walked towards her, trying to touch her with their dirty limbs.

"No! Go away!"

Her heart was beating loudly as if trying to get out of her chest. The men kept coming closer. Her heart was hurting and almost stopped when the man finally grasped her wrist.

"NO! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!", she shrieked with all the air inside her lungs in desperation.

The mark between her shoulders shone blue briefly, and the two men stopped. While Janeen was unable to understand what was happening, the two men got away from her with empty gazes and a blank face. They got out of the house.

"A-Are they gone..?"

Just as she was getting up, she saw a shadow in front of her.

"What did you just do, you little witch? Do you want to be hurt that much?", shouted the guy.

'What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?'

As her hands jittered from fear, she tried to say something. The man in front of her held her by the collar and lifted her against the wall.

"I asked you! What the fuck did you do, you bitch!", the man shouted and punched her stomach.

All the air inside her lungs escaped and she dropped on the floor, unable to breath. While she was struggling to take a breath, she heard the men talk.

"We were even trying to be nice. We didn't want to bring a broken good back, but I guess we should teach a lesson first...", said the man, as he held Janeen and started to take her clothes off.

"No... Stop..."

Janeen, with her breath barely back tried to beg while crying, but to no avail. The men's dirty hands started touching her, their disgusting breaths reached her ears and touched her skin.

"Stop..."

With the fear and disgust in her getting louder and louder, she started to shout again.

'Fuck... How did I do that...'

While she was shouting, the men took her clothes off. Her body was laid bare for all to see under the night sky coloured mint blue by the moon Nanot's shine.

The man's vile hand reached out to her.

"Stop! Please!"

The hand came closer.

"NO!"

The hand finally touched her skin. In panic, she shouted once again.

"STOP! STOP AND GO AWAY!"

The mark between her shoulders slightly shone once again, and the men stopped and got away with a blank face. But, they came back to themselves right after they got away from her. Their faces got sour when they realized what happened. Before they could do anything, Janeen shouted again.

"S-Stop! Don't come!"

Just as she shouted that, Janeen felt something connecting her to the men. She could reach their minds if she forced herself to do it. She somehow knew how to use that connection, so she ordered.

"K-Kill each other!"

The men, who had just returned to themselves once again went silent. Their eyes got unfocused and faces got blank. They silently picked up their spears from the ground and stabbed each other without saying anything.

Shwack! Drip drip drip~

As their dirty blood poured on the ground, Janeen fell to the ground, her knees gave up.

'I-Is it over...?'

Taking a few deep breaths and slowly lifting her head, she stared at the corpses of the vile men. The realization of what happened hit her.

"I-I need to get out of here..."

She quickly picked up her clothes from the ground and looked at the corpses again. She pinched her nose with one hand, and checked the corpses with her other hand, looking for coins and other useful things she could carry. Picking up a small pouch filled with a decent amount of money, she walked outside while trying to hold her mind calm.

The streets were silent as every single house had shut their doors and windows in an attempt to stay out of whatever trouble was going on.

"Ah~... This day it truly the worst...", she muttered to herself.