"Passed out? Wake her up! I want to see if she's really as… tough as she thinks she is!" The middle-aged woman sneered relentlessly, looking at the group of girls who were terrified into silence. She said smugly, "Anyone else want to choose death with her? Just a moment ago, weren't quite a few of you acting so courageous?"
Across the entire platform, not one of the several hundred girls dared to make a sound. Just then, the spirited girl was forced awake. Likely realizing there was no hope of survival, she couldn't help but sneer, "Snakes? Yes, I'm terrified of them—a bunch of cold-blooded animals. But even cold-blooded animals are a hundred times better than you demons! I'd rather be bitten to death by a snake! Hmph, even in death, I will remain pure!"
A sinister sneer spread across the middle-aged woman's face. "Pure? I'll give you pure. I'll give you pure!"
SLAP! SLAP!
