"I have a lot of questions, but first, we have to heal Gin," Kame said, looking at Cola. He had hoped she could heal him since she was a fairy, but to his disappointment, she didn't possess healing magic.
Desperate, Kame searched through his bag, hoping to find a healing potion. To his surprise, he actually found one—something Kanao must have put in. Without wasting time, he poured it into Gin's mouth. Gin swallowed the entire potion in one gulp. Almost instantly, his wounds started to heal.
He tried to open his eyes, but his vision was blurry. A moment later, he could clearly see Kame and Cola's faces. Gin was shocked to find a person about the size of his palm, but Kame quickly explained everything—how she had saved their lives.
However, Kame still had questions.
The burned lady, The butcher and Why was she chained up?
"Hey, Cola, do you have anything to explain?" Kame asked, his icy gaze fixed on her.
"Don't give me that look," Cola smirked before starting to tell them what had happened years ago.
Once, there lived a young woman named Tamanna, whose unparalleled beauty and charisma stole the hearts of every man in her city. Princes from distant kingdoms longed for a single glimpse of her. Her deep blue eyes were like an endless ocean—once you fell in, there was no escape.
To strengthen political ties, her father arranged her marriage to a nobleman. He was young, well-groomed, and more handsome than most of his peers. At first, she was overjoyed, believing she had found the perfect life partner.
But soon, her worst nightmare began.
She was far more beautiful than any woman around. Every single man—married or not—had their eyes on her. That alone made her a target of jealousy, but other women were not the only problem she had to worry about.
Her husband, the man she thought was her ideal prince, was not who he seemed. She knew nothing about his true nature—how much of a menace he truly was. In reality, he was a complete sociopath, presenting a perfect face to society while hiding his monstrous side.
One night, she accidentally spilled tea on his new, expensive, handmade coat.
"What the fuck!, you bitch?!" he roared.
Furious, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her down the stairs from the first floor to the ground. Without hesitation, he took off his belt and mercilessly lashed her bare back.
"Pleasestop! Why are you doing this to me? It was just a coat!" she begged for mercy. She couldn't understand what she had done wrong. It wasn't as if she had committed a crime worthy of such punishment.
"Why you! Just a coat? Have you even seen one?" he roared, though his rage wasn't real—it was just an excuse. He needed someone to bear the weight of his frustrations.
A twisted grin spread across his face, malice glinting in his eyes. He struck her again and again, savoring every moment. The more she suffered, the more aroused he became. She wasn't a person to him. Just a toy.
He unzipped his pants and forced himself on her.
A sexual relationship between husband and wife was normal, but not like this. This wasn't love—this was violence.
For hours, he used her, until her body finally gave out. When he was done, he simply left—acting as if nothing had ever happened.
She lay there, broken.
Her eyes were dry, unable to shed more tears.
her eyes were wide open, but she couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
"Why! why! why! it'shappenedtome, Ineverevenoncedonesomethingwrong thenwhy, isitbecauseIwasbornwiththisbeauty,notevenonceIwastrulylovedbyanyoneeveryonejustgazesuponjustmyouterbodyI can'tevenfeelanythingnowmylimbsgotnumb."
A few days passed. Everything seemed normal.
But it was far from over.
A scrawny-looking servant had seen everything that night. He had watched, eyes devouring every inch of her bare, broken body. As she stood outside, trying to enjoy the cold breeze, his lustful gaze roamed over her exposed skin.
"Eshhh! What a fine piece you are, bitch. I wanna fuck you so bad," he muttered under his breath, desire twisting his face.
His urges became unbearable. He had to have her. He grabbed her by the neck and injected her with a syringe filled with a paralyzing potion. The effect was immediate—her body went limp. She was awake, aware, but completely helpless."what just happened, I know what's going to happen but why me again,I never wanted this,"
He dragged her to the balcony railing, supporting her weight as he tore away her silky red dress. His filthy hands groped her trembling body.
And then he grabbed her large bouncing boobs and raped her like a Psycho.
People gathered outside, watching the horror unfold. Not a single one of them intervened. Each had their own reason to stay silent—to watch, to revel in her suffering. She was nothing but a spectacle to them.
He violated her for hours, taking everything from her, until her husband finally arrived.
At first, her husband was furious. He knew exactly who was at fault. But did he care? No.
He grabbed the servant and threw him off the balcony. The man screamed as he plummeted to his death.
But for Tamanna, the nightmare wasn't over. It had only just begun.
Her husband turned to her, his rage twisting into something even more depraved. He grabbed a bottle of magic oil and poured it onto her face.
Then he set her on fire.
She couldn't scream, but she could feel it.
The flames devoured her beauty.
Her perfect skin.
Her once-enchanting face—burned beyond recognition.
"Heh… heehee… heheheh… How's that, you dumb bitch?!" he cackled. "You got all the attention while no one even looked at me! Because of that pretty little face of yours, huh?!"
Still not satisfied, he grabbed her favorite oil lamp.
"Ouch, it's hot! Wonder how you're gonna feel."
He clenched her hair, lifting her up.
His face twisted in disgust.
"Eww… You're disgusting as fuck!"
As she tried to say something, he stabbed the burning lamp into her belly.
"Not a single word, you slut!"
"huh! huh! , is beauty really a boom from my point of view it doesn't look that way, I won't forgive them never never nev_" her vision finally fade away.
With that, he murdered her.
But his cruelty didn't stop there.
He sent her entire body to a nearby meat shop.
She was once beautiful—her beauty rivaled even that of royalty.
But in the end, it was a curse.
Because when given to someone kind and innocent, beauty could become the very thing that doomed them.