Chapter 3 - The broken girl finds power
Okay, this is a weird situation I’m in. I was a 40-year-old woman called Aurora, a hard-working underachiever nerd from Earth, and I died in a café while petting a cat and waiting for my coffee and chocolate.
I don’t understand how I died, but it looked like something was tearing apart the timespace itself right before my last moment. The next moment, I was in the body of a newborn baby, in a weird world with beastkin and elves.
But my mother is a regular human, so I think I’m human myself, but there aren’t mirrors here, so I’m not sure about my appearance.
My hair seems to be fire-red, though, the same color as my mother Lillian’s. I hope I’ve also inherited her golden eyes. If I inherit her face and body, I will be able to call myself gorgeous unironically.
That would be great if I only weren’t a slave. Yeah, there’s that part, my mother is a slave, therefore I’m a slave as well.
All seventeen women in this big room are slaves, including me. The number keeps changing because sometimes a woman is taken out never to come back, and sometimes another is brought in.
I’m the only child in here, having been born inside this room, and I’ve never left it in the three years I’ve been in this world. All the adult women have collars, but I don’t.
I think that’s because magic collars are too expensive to have children-sized ones, and also because nobody expects a three-year-old girl to be able to escape a slave den.
Well, they aren’t wrong, you know. There isn’t much my body can do in the state I’m in. But I’ve decided that I’ll break free and save my mother and everyone else.