As someone who was forced into to the oldest profession in the history of humankind at the age of 14, the idea of being killed at the hands of some sick bastard in some dark corner had crossed my mind.
So when an obese middle-aged man suddenly start chocked me out of anger after I refused to let him use my back door, I wasn't surprised.
It was kind of expected. I knew that I wouldn't last for long, living the way I did. I was just a little bit disappointed. I thought I would have more time.
I just wanted to see her. She would have turned six next week and I wanted to be there for her, even if she would never know who I am.
At least I knew she will be safe and happy, in a home of a loving family that she deserved.
I guessed I could just die in peace. It wasn't like my presence was required anyway. The Gilbert would love and take care of her like their own and I will forever be grateful for that.
Anyway, let's focus on what happened at the time since it was quite a big moment for me.
So back to me who was lying naked on a cheap motel bed, preparing to die without any intention to fight the man who was sitting on me. I meant, why would I do that? 6 years was enough for this kind of life.
Besides, so what if I could get his hands off me? His weight alone would have killed me anyway.
So, I gave up. As always, I choose the easy way out.
At times passed, I was expecting my vision to become blurry, but it instead became clearer. Some parts of it even started to glow.
I probably hallucinating. Why else would I see a glowing transparent screen with yellow words telling me things?
[ Mission 0: Kill a rapist who violates your right.]
[Reward: Whore system]
What was my Subconscious trying to say? To give him pain before I die?
But if that was the case, why did it make it look like a cheap hentai game for? Was my subconscious too dirty?
Well, I mean, I was a whore. How clean could my subconscious be?
Anyway, it wasn't like I got anything to lose. So maybe this one time, I fight.
With all it took, I reached out for my key on the bedside table and slashed his throat with it.