The Princess and The Queen Want me as their personal Slave?

"It hurts. My whole body... it really hurts."

A faint voice echoed within the chaos of my mind, distant and fragile, like the last remnants of a dying dream.

I opened my eyes—blinding light engulfed everything. Endless, ethereal light. Warm. Calm. Soothing.

For a fleeting moment, there was no pain. No sorrow. No fear. Just... peace.

Then, a voice—aloof and strange—whispered through the brilliance:

"What do you think hurts more... emotional pain or physical?"

It wasn't a question. It was a knife wrapped in silk.

And before I could respond, memories came flooding back. Sharp. Brutal. Unrelenting.

I saw them—my parents, my friends, everyone from the village. This time, not from my own limited perspective, but as if I were watching from the skies. I saw every moment in vivid detail. The horror in their eyes. The desperation in their screams. The blood. The fire. The laughter of the demons.

I could do nothing. Just stand there. Watch. Powerless.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.