Chapter 51: Her Name was Alya
No one other than Sebastian and Johan knew about this, Alya was a commoner.
A commoner with the lowest stature—a slave. A commoner who is an orphan is automatically a slave, there was no way an orphanage is not just a scheme set up by some noble to sell slaves more conveniently—
Product was coming on its own, and selling on its own, truly a perfect business model.
Till the age of thirteen, her 'parents' made her do all sorts of chores, be it cleaning a 20 acre property alone, cleaning and milking hundreds of cows, then cooking food, washing dishes, attending both her parents every whim.
From 3 years old she worked more than 20 hours in a day, her eyes always had deep dark circles, with the muscles that could barely walk, and knees that cracked every time she walked, a mind that was already broken, and a soulless body that could just serve.
After a while, when she became a teen, her 'father' began to use her as a sex slave, the work was the same, then she had to 'serve' her father, barely sleeping 2 hours a dau, her life was a living hell that she wanted to escape every single second she could think.
Only one thought rang in her mind every day for as long as she had been alive, "I wish I was never born. I want to die. Please Goddess, please, please kill me. If you're real, please kill me." over and over again.
She didn't believe in the Goddess, but she still prayed everyday. That hope that may she will have mercy, and end it, but there was nothing.
Every day she lived, she prayed, until this became her only time of peace, wishing for her death and escaping it all was her greatest pleasure for more than twenty years.