Chapter 1 — Chapter 1

Bread, sausages, vegetables for soup. The kids needed liquid food. Mustn't forget to buy everything I need! I was rushing from work, not paying much attention to my surroundings. One more crossing, and I'd be at the store.

I remembered — "Oh right, I need to buy food for the stray cats too. They must be waiting for some hot dogs."

Just two more steps on the crosswalk and I'd be there. I heard the squeal of brakes, turned my head, and saw a car speeding towards me. The impact — and I knew I wouldn't survive...

Everything went completely dark...

"Get up, you mattress! Hey, you elvish reject, healed the girl yet?" A gigantic demon stood over me.

That it was a demon was easy to guess. Harder was figuring out where he came from. Or rather, how I ended up here myself. My thoughts were racing at the speed of light. A hallucination after the accident?...

There was a sound of a blow, and sharp pain pierced my stomach. "You don't feel pain like this in a dream," I thought, and groaned hoarsely, trying to protect the injured part of my body. I curled up, bringing my knees to my stomach.

"Groaning means you're getting better," the sadist concluded.

The demon grabbed my hair and pulled me to his face, breathing out alcoholic fumes.

"If you don't start resisting me — I'll throw you to the feast!" he said strangely.

I closed my eyes and went limp in his hands, my body completely unwilling to resist. My mind wanted to scream, but my lips wouldn't even tremble; I remained silent.

"Won't resist, huh? Well then, off you go to entertain the guests! At least I'll have some fun before the end!"

The demon pulled out a dagger, threw me onto a table, and slashed the inside of my thigh. Then came new pain as he entered my dry vagina, tearing it with his enormous size.

"Scream, you winged beast!" he said, twisting my wing behind my back. Hellish pain shot through me. But my mind was silent, and so was my body.

"Bitch!" the rapist slapped my face. "No fun with you!"

"Son, the guests are waiting, and you can't tear yourself away from your broken toy. It's time to get a new one. You've been playing with this one for a year," someone said.

The demon barely finished and pulled out of me, wiping my blood off himself with a wave of his hand.

"Hey, elf ears, heal her quick! She's entertaining my friends for the last time tonight! She won't survive anyway," he growled.

A handsome man with cut-off ears leaned over me. He looked at me desperately, making gestures with his hands. The pain lessened; the demon looked at me and waved his hand, cleaning off the blood. Then he threw me over his shoulder and carried me somewhere.

The noise around was deafening, and they threw me to the floor.

"Guys, I'm saying goodbye to my toy! She's all yours, you can even break her; I'm throwing her out anyway."

I don't remember how many there were. My body went into the darkness on its own, easing my death... I hoped for it.

The last thing I remembered was the face of my main tormentor, standing over me, looking straight into my soul. Gathering the last of my strength, I spat blood at him and cursed him to love someone who hates him for the rest of his life.

And once again, I woke up, but in complete darkness. I was blind. Someone was wiping me with a cloth, washing away the dirt and blood, and the air smelled of herbs. I tried to ask questions, but there was only silence in response. They were just healing me silently. After a month, I got used to the man who was taking care of me and could move around the room by myself. That it was a man was clear from the hands that sometimes caressed my body. One day, he did what he had apparently saved me for.

For three days and three nights, the stranger caressed me, and then life began to stir inside me. I knew it immediately, and so did he. There were no more nights, but the man fed me, washed me, clothed me, and took care of me. My belly grew, and so did my anxiety. What would happen next? The baby was already kicking inside me, and I whispered fairy tales to him and sang nursery rhymes.

On the day of birth, the man did not leave my side. The labor was hard and long. As soon as the baby came out, he cut the umbilical cord and took him away. I tried to scream and begged him to leave my baby with me, but all I heard was the sound of a door closing and a bolt sliding. Sometime later, the man returned, and I, almost weakened by blood loss, began pleading for him to bring my baby back. He picked me up and took me somewhere, and I heard the sound of the sea. The man laid me on the rocks and left. I knew then that I would definitely not survive, so I shouted my curse again, wishing him death at the same hour I would die. I no longer doubted my own death.

Darkness came again, and I hoped it would be final this time.