The bloody air filled my nose. It was dark all around.

Exhaustion made me collapse on the iron chair, my head hanging down weakly.

My throat was as dry and painful as if it was on fire, and my eyes were sore from crying.

Why...why do I have to suffer this torture? Is it just because I didn't obey my master's orders?

Is it just because the master is not satisfied with my performance so he can torture me at will?

A strong feeling of exhaustion swept over me and my consciousness fell into a blur.

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"Report, Lord Demon King. "

The messenger's voice woke up the Demon King who was meditating.

"Speak."

"General Nigel defeated the humans in that encounter and has now successfully reached the city of Myers."

The Demon King nodded her head in relief.

"Go down."

"Yes."

After the messenger retreated, the Demon King was still quietly tapping on the table as she thought about how to make Ilotia into a real weapon.

The first thing was to make Ilotia obey her, so that she would give up her dignity in front of her and work for her willingly. The second is to erase the goodness in Ilotia's heart, and finally to make Ilotia become as brutal as herself.

The Demon King had a plan in mind and stood up after turning her chair a little.

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I've been hungry for so long. The master hasn't come to the prison since the last time she tortured me.

Finally I waited until the sound of the iron door to the prison came again, but I was unable to look up. At this time, my body was already too weak to move.

The footsteps did not sound like one person. After a while, three pairs of feet came into view.

I caught the aroma of food and I widened my eyes with excitement.

"Put the stuff on the floor, and get out."

It was the voice of the master.

"Yes."

The two maids beside the master responded softly before placing a cloth-covered basket on the floor. I knew the basket was contained food. Then the maids left.

The master came over, leaned down, and lifted my chin. I saw my dirty blue hair, smelling fishy. All of a sudden, a strong feeling of disgust came over me. Such a good figure was just spoiled by me.

The master did not show an expression of revulsion to me. She personally plucked a few strands of hair for me in front of my eyes, and I could see clearly the person who came before me.

The master just quietly looked at me. There was no hint of dislike in her eyes, just her usual indifference.

"Are you hungry?"

The soft voice made me feel a bit dazed. This familiar tenderness made me so aggrieved that I wanted to cry out.

I held back the tears and nodded my head.

"Do you want to eat something?"

"Yes."

The hoarse voice gave me the wrong impression that someone else was speaking. I didn't know what my body was made of. I didn’t understand why I could live without eating or drinking for so long without dying.

"Okay, so who am I to you?"

Looking at my master's indifferent expression, I couldn't care about my dignity. Whatever, I had called her ‘ master’ so many times.

"You are my master."

After confessing honestly and shattering my dignity with my own hands, there was a slight sense of relief. I felt that I was so relaxed after letting go of the heavy stone of dignity.

The master's expression became slightly better. She nodded. Then a sound of "snap ..." came out, the iron ring that used to confine my hands and feet was finally released. I could not wait to lunge to the basket of food on the floor.

But no sooner had I begun to do so than I fell from the iron chair, with a heavy thud coming from the ground. I fell to the ground awkwardly, with the heavy pain in the joints of my hands and feet.

"Stand up!"

I was about to crawl over, but was startled by a yell from my master.

I gritted my teeth and braced myself on the ground with hands that were almost soft as water. I spent the maximum strength I had left, but my softened feet made it difficult for me to stand upright. I could only sit helplessly on the ground.

I looked up at my master with pleading eyes through my blood-stained blue hair.

The master went over and carried the basket to me with her own hands, then she squatted down.

Looking at the master's serious look, I did not dare to reach over and ask for food.

"You must not submit to anyone but me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

Then the master put down the basket in her hand. I had just reached out to touch the cloth when the master's order came down again.

"Slow down."

I began to be confused by my master's command. The master wanted me to give up my dignity, but at the same time she required me to focus on manners.

But I didn't want to think about anything else. With trembling hands I tried to make myself as reserved as possible and lifted the piece of cloth that covered the basket. The basket was contained only some bread and a glass of water.

I sat on my knees trembling and tried to control my eating movements. I tried my best to eat as usual.

This kind of bread can replenish a lot of energy.

Although this little food is far from enough to fill my stomach after experiencing hunger for so many days , as a prisoner, I am not entitled to ask for so much.

After eating I looked up at the master. Is she going to lock me in that iron chair again?

However, the master chained me to a post, and added a collar around my neck. The collar was tied to the post by the chains, so were my hands and feet.

Although I felt so humiliated, I didn’t know why I felt a little glad that it was the master and not someone else who did this to me.

But I wonder why my torture is done by the master. Does she not mind dirty?

The master didn’t answer my question in mind. She walked out of the prison after tying me. The maid trotted in and took the basket away. And the door closed again with a clang. The room into darkness again.

But I was a little relieved that at least I didn't have to sit on a stool all the time and couldn't move. Now I could lie on the floor and sleep.

After eating and calming down I became sensible. I felt disgusted with myself for being obedient like a dog.

But what could I do?

How can I struggle when I am in deep despair and have no family in this world?

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The next time the iron door of the prison opened, I found that it was not the master who came in, but a strange female demon.

Dressed in a black military dress, black stockings wrapped around her long legs, black chains trailing in her hands, her face was extremely charming and demonic under her long gray and black hair.

"Ilotia."

This person called my name, and I looked at her blankly.

"I never thought the famous Ilotia would end up in this situation."

She came up next to me and crouched down, touching my face. I felt resistance instinctively and turned my head away.

Then she became angry , stood up and whipped me hard with the chains. The burning sensation came from the place where I was whipped, and the bones felt as painful as if they were broken.

"What? I'm going to trample your dignity hard today."

I didn't answer her. I turned my head away calmly, and even felt a deep disgust for her.

"How dare you ignore me!"

Then the female demon slapped my back with the chains hard. I bit my lower lip in pain to keep myself from making a sound. The master had said that I could not submit to anyone but her. This person must have been arranged by the master, so I just had to endure the torture.

After a few dozen strokes, I vomited blood all over the floor. Every part of my body was burning with pain. I wanted to ask for mercy at this time.

But if I give in to her, the master will definitely make me suffer a heavier punishment.

The woman in front of me was panting, but her expression was full of excitement.

"If you are willing to lie on the floor and lick my legs, I'll let you go."

Look, this woman stretched out her slender right leg which enticing black silk wrapped, and a faint aroma came into my nostrils. As long as I looked up, I will see her sexsy part of her body.

I think the average man certainly can not withstand the temptation, but now I only feel a pang of nausea. So I twisted away from the head once again.

"Ilotia!!!"

This woman yelled over my head. Suddenly the coldness rose up and ice needles pierced my skin.

"Oh no!!!"

A strong tearing sensation stung my whole body. I rolled my eyes and looked at her in fear.

"Well? Beg for mercy."

She smiled smugly.

How could I beg for mercy? If I survived the pain, my master would let me go.

Perhaps seeing me silent for a long time, the smile of the woman in front of me gradually disappeared.

This woman paused for a moment before dissolving the ice needles nailed to my body, biting her lips and turning around to leave the prison.

I lay on the floor, tears finally flowing from my eyes.

I've had enough of this. What the hell does the master want me to do?

The next second I yelled in my heart. There wasa sound of footsteps at the door. I hurriedly sat up and saw that the one who came in was the master, followed by her still two maids.

The master looked down at me expressionlessly and slightly said.

"Four layers."

Then all the wounds healed up with a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Put the things down. You wait outside."

"Yes."

I watched as the two maids walked out of the prison with trepidation and the wounds slowly healed.

The master turned around and carried that basket to me. I lifted the white cloth on it, touched the bread that was still a little warm. Surprisingly, I treated the master as an angel in my heart.

Although the culprit who hurt me is her, I think she is an angel because she can give me healing and bring me food after I suffered that kind of torture.

I think my brain may have really gone wrong. But that feeling of life and death in the other's hands was like a dying bird lying in the other's hands with its wings broken.

As soon as the master gave me a little favor I began to be grateful. I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't control my emotions.

I put the bread in my mouth while trying to hold back the tears that are welling up in my eyes.