As her whole body was bruised and battered.

Twisted knife patterns crawled over her body and blood stained her body.

But she didn't scream. She just kept doing her best to endure.

I was thinking if only there was salt now, it would be better.

The blade dissipated into purple particles of light.

It was not my pleasure to torture people, but I wanted to recreate the torture I had suffered. I wanted to think on the side of the abuser.

I didn't want to destroy her face, so crystal clear and white, full of noble lady's aura, a pair of charming golden pupils.

And now she is full naked hanging in front of me. I think everyone will have a little love her.

But I didn't love her. Looking at her body I felt like I was looking at a body made of flesh.

I'm not interested in anyone's body but my master's.

I looked at her and met her hateful gaze.

"Why are you not willing to surrender? Willing to suffer for what is worse than death? Dignity?"

"Yes, it's something I hold on to deep in my heart. I never give in to the demons. My existence no longer has any meaning. What is the use of keeping my life except for you to violate and please?"

Her tone was full of contempt when she answered me.

It seems that she is ready to be violated. Can she even stand to lose something so important to me? Or was she just being provocative?

"Because I want to...watch you submit."

"Don't dream about it. It's impossible."

I clenched my fist in a bit of annoyance.

If she had the ability to heal herself, I would have made her experience a deeper level of pain.

But still I tried to persuade her in a gentle tone.

"Minnis."

The human in front of me was exactly the same as the one on Earth. I have been a human myself, so it was impossible to say that there was no affinity.

She did not heed my call.

Then I'll try to win her sympathy by using a bitter trick.

"I told you, right? I was once a human too. Why did I become Yiluodiya? It's troublesome to say, anyway. But I didn't lie to you."

"Well, so what?"

"Look."

I put my left arm out in front of her, and then broke my arm with my right hand so hard that the broken arm hung from it in a very bizarre position.

Enduring the severe pain, I slowly restored my arm back to its original form under Minnis' shocked gaze.

"No matter what injury I get, it will heal itself. And you heard it. I call the Demon King my master, and look at the collar around my neck."

I reached out and pointed to my neck, Minnis' eyes at me changed from surprise to confusion.

I disguised a melancholy expression and confided in an exclamatory tone.

"Because I once also held on to my dignity as a human being and was unwilling to submit to her. I was tortured far more painfully than breaking my arm. At that time I was thinking why I should hold on to those abstract things. You're luckier than me. Maybe if you die for that someone, he will still remember that you sacrificed for humans’ dignity. But I was just an ordinary person before I became Yiluodiya. No one will remember me if I die. And it's not that easy for me to die. Under the daily repetitive torture, I chose to give up my dignity as a human being and willingly became a slave of the Demon King."

Looking at Minnis who seemed to be in deep thought, I continued to complain.

"Now I choose to leave you alive to torture you, just to see if a strong person can always hold on to her bottom line. I want to know if others are like me."

Finally I frowned slightly and sighed, pretending to be very confused and helpless.

"Do you think that I made the right choice? Does dignity really matter when one is pushed to the breaking point? Is it important again whether one is human or not? Do we really have to hold on to these abstract things that the world defines?"

Minnis bowed her head and was silent for a long time before answering me.

"I do not know you. What happens on you has nothing to do with me. No matter whether you are a human or not , I do not have to sympathize with you. I only know that you are my enemy, and I will never give up my dignity."

What a tough talker.

Then wait until the next time to torture her.

I walk out of the cell, and then see the master outside the guard. My heart is flooded with a faint warmth. Usually it is only I who waits for the master.

"Master, do you want to go see her?"

"No, go if there's nothing else."

"Hmm."