Vengeance of the Returner

Chapter 148: Cinzia's story (4)

Opening her eyes in a startle inhaling a huge lump of air steeling her emotions to witness what was about to come, she rose from the floor.

Both the girl and her family members seemed sleepless and the loaf of bread was still on the floor.

Cinzia gazed at them and turned towards the loaf. Since she was hungry, and couldn't eat last night. To be honest she did not feel the appetite to eat.

The corpse of the unskinned woman was still inside her cell. The pungent iron smell and the unpleasant odor made her feel like puking.

The same soldier came and opened the door, gave her a bucket, mop, and a broom.

As soon as she grabbed the utensils her eyes naturally locked onto his neck. The soldier smiled at her, noticing her gaze.

"Don't ever try to do something funny. There are at least over hundred jailers inside Elibre. You have a job bitch and comply with it for your own good."

He grabbed her neck and pulled her out.

"Your brother did he think he was fucking big shot? Your Bitch ass brother died, it seems."

His voice showed prudence and hatred towards her.

Because unlike Outsiders who gain preferential treatment and respect. Some Outsiders never showed respect towards the natives. They treated them as though they were NPCs in a game. There was particularly a sense of hostility against the native soldiers and Outsiders. They needed to put on immense hard work while Outsiders simply leveled up.

This soldier before her strangely seemed familiar to her.

"Wondering where you've seen me?"

" "

She just blinked and stared at him with a plain expression on her face.

"You and your brother Damian... Left my family in the middle of the desert when we were practically begging for life. Even though he tried to help us, you tried to convince your brother. If only he jumped out of his carriage to help us soon my daughter and wife would have been alive."

He made it clear that this was his personal grudge towards them for not saving. It was not their fault though considering the huge herd of wild dogs that attacked people in the desert. They'd have died too in anycase Damian was the one who saved him unfortunately Cinzia slowed him down.

Her pupils dilated after she remembered that random scene. She had seen a lot of people and fought a lot and to remember that particular scene was quite troublesome yet, the man's face and the bite scar that stretched from his jaw to ear reminded her.

She did not have the courage to help him so she quietly complied with him. If anyone was to be blamed then she had to blame herself. The man was wrong though. If he was strong why'd he need someone to rescue his family? Moreover, he didn't show gratitude but hate. This angered her a lot. 

Though her stomach growled she was directed to the basement.

The girl inside the cell walked out and grabbed the utensils just like Cinzia and followed the queue that descended down the stairs of the Elibre's basement.

It was pitch dark and the alleyway and staircase were lit with yellow lamps that gave out a dim light. If the person in the front fell all the others following them would fall because the narrow lane was that crooked.

As they descended Cinzia noticed that she was one of the few humans in that lair. There were beast kin, Draconians, and succubuses. They all seemed frail and weak compared to Cinzia. Sooner or later she'll also get into their condition.

After a few minutes of walking, they entered the deep underground, the hellish cries and wails pierced her ears. The torture chamber and weird equipment made her tremble in fear.

Suddenly two warm hands grabbed her hands firmly. As she turned slowly she saw a peculiar woman. It was a succubus.

Since their birth, they are fated to do a dirty job in order to just live on. They don't by any means enjoy such things. It was rather their birth and circumstances forced their bodies, mannerism, gestures to portray themselves as a race of dirtiness. 

The woman's grey eyes and eyelids were so seductive that even a woman would get enchanted. She possessed two tiny little black horns. Her white flawless skin was defiled by several scars and her petite body showed what she was going through yet, her smile seemed enchanting as ever.

"New here?"

She said after giving a hug.

The soldiers that escorted them left the crowd alone. So there was no problem for them to be slacking around. That peace may be short-lived but it was the only time the prisoners interacted with each other.

"Yes..."

She replied.

"I see..."

She did not give her false hope nor said anything. 

A Draconian little girl walked towards Cinzia and grabbed her hand while the Succubus grabbed her other hand since she was trembling, with a warm smile on her face. 

"Lady, don't be scared..."

The draconian girl said. 

"I am Grenelle"

The succubus said with a smile.

"I am Cinzia..."

"I am Haela"

The Draconian girl said.

It was a sight to behold. Out of all-around chaos, mainland Elibre has certainly made people join hands abandoning their differences. Until then Cinzia never thought of other Racial people as kind-hearted people.

The Draconian girl's emerald eyes glimmered as tears slowly fell to the ground. She seemed around fourteen while the succubus seemed to be in her thirties. The thing that needs to be appreciated is the people who supported each other with kindness.

Grenelle saw the wolf girl, the one who was with Cinzia inside the cell, was weeping standing behind.

"Yeorin come here..."

She uttered looking at her.

Yeorin slowly approached her. Grenelle pulled her towards her and tightly embraced.

While they were reconciling the metal door from which screams kept on echoing opposite them opened.

"Alright~ Alright..."

The woman whispered in Yeorin's ears as they walked in.

The soldiers stared at the women and men who laid their heads down as they walked in.

"Don't raise your head at any cost or look into the soldier's eyes."

Haela said in a low voice.

Cinzia nodded her head and moved in following the queue.

She never raised her head in the slightest and hid inside the crowd. That's when she noticed the soldiers were actually selecting women. Even men were selected by some men and women. And the reasons can be easily assumable.

The number of people lowered. She did not pay heed to the screams and had her head down facing the bloodied ground.

Finally, after several disturbing things they entered a hall. This was nothing but another torture chamber.

A man's body was made to lie on a metal table and his limbs were tied to four mechanical wheels. The wheels were rotating very slowly, which was noticeable. The main principle was tearing off the limbs. 

The woman that was operating the wheel stopped abruptly and called Cinzia.

"Hey, bitch use these"

She said and threw a syringe and other materials on the floor.

She didn't understand anything but grabbed them and walked towards the man. 

"Shh... Copy me."

Grenelle uttered standing opposite a man who was in the same position.

Firstly she picked the towel and wiped the man's wound and began to release his rope. But the man was practically immovable and his limbs fell as they seemed to be barely attached to the joints. Well, the mechanic wheel clearly ripped the limbs for the joints so this was to be expected.

The man screamed in agony. The soldier who was gazing at Cinzia from a distance began to walk towards her with a smile. She immediately hung her head down and endured the torturous screams and continuously rubbed the man with the towel and inserted the syringe.

The soldier stood behind her back and grabbed her by her hair.

"Bitch, you got some nice body"

He said and grabbed her waist.

"Now~Now... This woman is new here, can't you go easy on her?"

Grenelle brushing her hands gained her loincloth giving him a seductive gaze.

"Hmm... So? Are you saying you'll let me taste you for this bitch?"

"What if I say yes? But can you satisfy me?"

She asked mockingly.

"You bitch! You better pray I don't kill you!"

He said and grabbed her by the neck.

"Thu!"

She spat on his face and continued.

"Fucking little bitch. Show me what you got!"

He said and threw her on his shoulders.

"You better work!"

He warned and left.

Cinzia broke down in that place and was enraged yet, she couldn't show any emotion.  She decided to survive, live on and kill everyone that stepped in her way. Her philosophy was constructed at that point. She wanted to help those who helped her and fight those who opposed her. It was basically 'if you treat me right I'll treat you right'. In anycase, she wanted to destroy Elibre.

She gritted her teeth and began to mop the floor and broomed the area. After two hours they were sent back to the ground floor from the basement.

Cinzia was extremely worried about Grenelle since all she heard were screams. On the ground floor, she met with her clan members and did not get the chance to speak.

She sat alone for a while holding the porridge plate which was the lunch she was given. Both Grenelle and Haela joined her, noticing that she was alone.

"Thank you..."

Cinzia said in a low voice.

"It's fine. I am accustomed to these..."

She said with a warm smile. Out of all the people, Cinzia felt indebted to Grenelle.

"I'm sorry to ask this, why did you help me?"

"Well, you were trembling in fear. And you are new here. Anyway, you'll definitely go through that but, I thought you might have a chance to leave. I heard a conversation about someone called Damian and Silver spear. I'll be dead within a week so, I wanted to help you since you still have hope. Hehe, I wanted to die as a kind person."

Cinzia couldn't help but tear down though she couldn't come up to ask about things she heard.

"Huhh~ Huhh.... thank you for everything."

She held onto her and cried while her company members gazed at her from the distance. They couldn't possibly imagine what was happening to Cinzia.

"Line up!"

The scarred soldier said with a smile.

Cinzia's hatred towards him grew more and more. Though she was barely able to do shit. She was chained with Mana restrainers, the same ones they use to block people from using mana. 

Her strength was reduced thanks to the angels and her assistant angel who administered her system.

She was sent back to her cell. Within the noon, the soldier threw two wings into her cell. She was able to understand whose it was. Strangely she felt nothing and was numb to any feelings. Her mind began to plot something without fearing death.

The next day went the same. Fortunately, Grenelle and Haela were safe. The only thing was that their wings were pulled out.

"Why are they torturing us..."

Cinzia asked Grenelle.

"You know the concepts of souls and Dark elixir's right?"

"Yes but, why is it connected to this?"

"Hmm... Dark elixirs are made from souls. Normally souls cannot be destroyed. Elibre is a laboratory where they are trying to bring efficiency to brew souls. A single soul would not increase a person's Souls potentially. This is why they torture and shatter both our physical and mental strength. As these two falls our souls become practically defenseless. That's when they'll begin torturing us until we give up on our will to live. Later they absorb our souls using a machine."

She stopped as her Adam's apple quivered while she shed tears.

"This is what I've heard... I have prolonged my life sharing my bed with the Warden. I am afraid of what they'll do..."

Cinzia didn't do much; she just gave her a hug.

"I just want to live..."

"What if we do something? Tomorrow...I don't care If I die. I want to destroy this place."

Cinzia said in a low voice.

The same night the scarred soldier came to Cinzia's cell. With the help of the wolfkin girl, she strangled his neck while the men in the cell controlled the sound from getting out. Unlike them, she had the strength. They wanted to enact vengeance; it was an equivalent exchange so they complied with her just because they had the chance to kill him before they die.

"I will do it!"

Cinzia uttered.

"Please stop"

The man begged Cinzia. She didn't show any emotion on her face nor mercy as she picked up the wooden bench. 

Everyone in her cell cried to cover the soldier's screams as she began beating him with the wooden chair. The sound of smashing his body resounded the alley as she coldly continued.

His body seemed like a mixed chunk of meat as she mashed his flesh and made it unrecognizable. This created a commotion by a few hours since one of the jailers went missing.

All of them were made to assemble for investigation while Grenelle was with the warden who was great in strength.

"You bitches won't answer huh?"

The jailers questioned and took them to the basement.