Chapter 13:Owner Of The Red Eyes
From the corner of the back alley of the shop, I checked on Martha. She was standing in front of an accessories shop and was holding sothing in her hand as she talked to the owner of that small stall.
This was the best opportunity for to escape, and I used it. I ran while holding the floor-length skirt of my dress, smiling brightly at my success.
I didn't care what would happen next. I only knew that this freedom tasted good.
After running so more, I ca to a reasonable distance from Martha and stopped at one intersection with so many paths attached leading out of here.
"Which way to go?"
I observed all the paths and chose to go to the one that didn't have so many people walking.
As I threaded my way, I looked here and there in worry. "Why are there no won here and only n?"
I heard the laughing sounds of n coming from the big houses, and curiously, I peeked at them from a window. Inside, n were drinking, and won with too much makeup on their faces were serving them.
"This doesn't look comfortable."
I didn't know what place that was but those n and won didn't feel right to my senses. Continuing my way, I noticed all those big houses were the sa, and n continued to go in and out of them.
"Young lady, from which brothel are you from?" I heard a man's voice behind .
'Brothel? What's this?'
I turned around to look at the speaker and check if he was talking to . A middle-aged man, stinking badly enough to hurt my nose, gazed at from head to toe. As my face had a hat and veil covering it, his sight was fixed at my chest and then traveled down to my waist.
I furrowed my brows, ready to leave, but stopped as the man said sothing revolting.
"Young and fresh," the man comnted, though he couldn't see my face. The way he looked at , the way he licked his own lips, was disgusting to .
"What did this man even eat?"
I frowned and turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand and forced to stop.
"Let go." I greeted my teeth, trying to pull my hand back.
"You can go once I'm done with you," said the man, and he was about to pull to him, but I slapped him.
His touch felt disgusting. Because of my slap, the drunk man moved back, almost losing his balance.
"You witch!" the man yelled, and it pulled everyone's attention to .
'Did he recognize ?' I felt worried.
"How dare you slap ? Get her!" the drunk man said, and the next mont, a number of burly n stood around .
These people looked scarier than the demons seen in books. It wasn't their looks, but their intentions scared . I didn't know what kind of intentions they had exactly, but they felt threatening, and my guts told I must never let them capture .
'I need to run.'
'Martha, where are you?'
What a tragedy, that in the end, I could only pray for that old lady to save .
My eyes searched for Martha, but there was no miracle, and she did not appear to bring away from here. The drunk man signaled his n sothing, and they pulled the blue robe that I wore over my pink dress.
"Keep her hat. If she is ugly, it will spoil my mood," ordered the drunk man.
'How dare they?!' I frowned.
The man leered at my pink dress. His disgusting behavior started to anger .
"A noble young lady," the man smirked, "Today, we can taste a noble lady instead of those whores."
Everyone laughed at , making feel as if I was nobody.
'Taste? Am I food to taste ? Are they planning to kill and then eat ? Are they demons?!'
I searched for a way to escape, but those strong n stood in my way.
"Let go before I hurt you," I warned, clenching my fists.
"Haha! Hurt us?" the man said, and everyone around laughed again. The few people passing by didn't concern themselves about what was happening and instead looked at as if I'm so sort of entertainnt.
"Take her dress off," the drunk man ordered, and the others stepped towards , ready to rip off my clothes.
'Are they real?' My anger was brewing. 'How can they treat like this? They touched , took off my robe, and now want to take off my clothes."
Instead of fear, anger filled inside; I glared at those n as if they were the most hated thing for . I didn't know what happened, but I couldn't control my emotions.
Sothing hidden inside was asking to hurt them.
The next mont, their clothes caught fire, and the entire place was filled with their screams. The n that were set ablaze and the bystanders had started running away.
"Witch! There is a witch!" They all shouted their throats out, fear evident in their voices.
In that chaos, I ran as well, not thinking where I was going, and bumped into soone. My hat was misplaced, ready to fall, but one hand held it before it would fall down.
My nose was hurt when my face bumped into the hard chest of the man, and I looked up only to see a pair of red eyes staring at . The owner of those eyes stood tall in front of .
'Red eyes?'
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