Chapter 8. The ruthless guildmaster
I stood my ground, clenching my fists.
"Come at me, bitch."
I was ready to fight to the death. What I wasn't ready for was being completely knocked out by her first attack in an instant. I don't even know what happened. One second, I was standing a few meters away from this Lorraine bitch, and the next, I was on the ground, groaning in pain, my head spinning. The last thing I saw before blanking out was her smirk as she looked down at me, her face laced with disgust.
When I woke up, I was in a cell—a filthy, stinking pit. I lay sprawled on the cold floor, my uniform stained with dirt. I immediately jumped to my feet, but my entire body ached in pain. Just what the hell did that bitch do to me?
I noticed two guards strolling by in the corridor, clad in heavy metal armor. By the looks of it, they were both women.
"Hey... get me out of here!" I yelled, banging on the metal bars.
They ignored me like I didn't even exist.
How cocky can women in this world be?
I clenched my fists. Whoever the goddess ruling this world is, she's definitely a sexist! Favoring one gender while leaving the other completely weak!
I yelled with the top of my voice. I demanded. I banged on the bars. I sat down. Slept in the dirt. Hours passed, yet no one came. Hunger crept in, gnawing at my insides. I begged for food. For water. But l was given nothing. The cell was dark, without windows, so I couldn't even tell if it was day or night.
More hours passed—maybe an entire day or two. My strength was fading. My throat burned with thirst. I could only watch as the guards enjoyed their meals right in front of me, laughing as they poured water onto the ground, the very water I desperately needed. My lips were cracked and dry. My body now weak.