Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 272 Theresa (4.4K)
"hang up!"

"Yes, that disobedient one! Hang him up! Beat him hard!"

A cold and sinister voice echoed in the dim space, followed by the sound of tearing the air.

Snapped!
"what!!!"

In the cage filled with a foul smell, Theresa was awakened by a shrill cry and slowly opened her eyes.

"Where...is this?"

The already short girl looked even weaker due to long-term hunger. Her body was so thin that it seemed like she would fall down at the slightest breeze. Her belly was sunken under her tattered linen clothes.

She moved her head slightly in confusion, and her shoulder-length hair, which was a rare dark green color, swayed slightly.

The bangs on the forehead swayed, revealing the pale face hidden under the messy hair.

To be fair, although there is some dirt on her face, upon closer inspection, the girl's appearance is not ugly. Although she looks immature, her facial features are quite delicate.

If she could eat well, she would naturally grow into a bright and beautiful woman in a few years.

However, she probably won't have the chance to become what she dreams of.

Theresa wore a rag patch over her right eye.

The blood-stained eyepatch covering her right eye and the huge scar running through the side of her face ruined Theresa's appearance, making her look even more hideous.

Theresa turned her head with difficulty and looked in the direction where the sound came from with her dark green eye.

Outside the cage, the tragedy continues.

What came into view was the shocking scene outside the cage.

A tall, strong, shirtless man was waving a whip and hitting the fat man with a beard who was hung up.

The whip swung, making a sharp whistling sound. Every time it fell, it hit the hung man's body accurately, leaving bloody marks in an instant.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

The man's fat body trembled violently due to the severe pain, but he was bound by heavy shackles and had no way to escape. He could only utter desperate and painful wails.

Moreover, as time went on, his screams became weaker and weaker, and he endured the beating powerlessly.

"..."

Theresa stared at the scene blankly, her brain seemed to have been hit by something blunt, and her thinking was as slow as a rusty gear.

Gradually, broken and chaotic fragments of memory came flooding back like a tide, and she slowly recalled where this place was and how she got here.

This is a secret base of a slave trader, used to temporarily store purchased slaves, and then transfer them to the customers' location after a certain number has been accumulated.

And she, of course, was sold as a slave.

To be precise, Theresa was not sold into slavery voluntarily, nor did her family profit from it.

She was kidnapped.

Theresa's life was definitely not good, and she was burdened with a very heavy curse.

Since childhood, the girl encountered a major change in her life. Her mother left her forever when she was still young.

Missing? Dead?
She can't remember.

All Theresa knew was that she met her "father" for the first time after her "mother" passed away.

Since then, she has been living with her father... no, she was fostered in a village.

According to the villagers, her father was a wandering prodigal son, like an unruly wind.

He liked to wander around this vast continent, living in a place without a fixed address for most of the year, and traveling between strange towns and wilderness.

But maybe once a month, maybe once every half a year, my father would always return to the village to reunite with Theresa.

He would bring things that did not exist in that unchanging village, ornaments, books, stories...

Theresa thought that everything would continue like this, and she would spend her whole life as a country girl waiting for her end in the village.

However, one day a few months ago, when Theresa saw her father again, she learned a piece of news from him - he was actually a nobleman.

His father was actually the legendary noble lord!

Also, her father was a noble, but she was not.

According to his father, although he was a descendant of the nobility, his family had been in decline for several generations, and apart from some spare money and useless pride, he was no different from ordinary civilians.

In order to change this situation, my father decided to do something big.

If he succeeds, he will become famous, completely change the fate of his family, and make the impoverished family prosperous again!

And if he failed, he might die quietly, completely burying the glory of his family.

When they met that time, her father actually came to say goodbye to her.

But Theresa didn't know how to respond to her father's solemn farewell.

The relationship between them wasn't bad, but it was definitely not good either.

They were rarely together, and every time they met, they would just put down the gifts and leave in a hurry.

Over more than ten years, the conversations between them as father and daughter did not exceed a hundred sentences. Rather than being father and daughter, they were more like familiar strangers.

Although the father felt helpless about his daughter's silence, he had also expected it.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he left a letter for Theresa and left in a hurry - just like he did every time he left.

The only difference was that he told Theresa to open the letter if he did not return for three months.

Three months later, her father did not return, and Therese obediently opened the letter he left.

In the letter, her father said that he was most likely dead and asked her not to be sad.

Although he died, Theresa still had other relatives alive.

He specially contacted a caravan for her, paid the fees, and let her follow the caravan back to the family to find other relatives.

When Teresa first read the contents of the letter, she was somewhat resistant.

As a country girl who grew up in the village all her life, she didn't want to leave here because of her father's arrangement.

She has become accustomed to life here.

But after another half a month, she wavered.

In that remote village where only the elderly live, Theresa's life is monotonous and entertainment is very limited.

Apart from playing with the animals she raised, her greatest pleasure was to read over and over again the books her father gave her.

She had read the fairy tale "The Knight and the Peasant Girl" hundreds of times, and every word was memorized in her mind.

But no matter how she looked at it, she could not wait for the knight who belonged to her - and this was actually normal.

After all, no matter how poor a knight is, he is still a noble lord and would not be so idle as to come to such a remote countryside near the wilderness.

Finally, after hesitating for a long time, the girl, with a glimmer of hope for the future, took her favorite books and the money left by her father and embarked on a journey with the caravan.

Even if she couldn't meet the knight, she could still start a new life.

What is regrettable is that fate once again showed its ferocious fangs to her at this moment.

Theresa successfully followed the instructions left by her father and reunited with the caravan, and got on their carriage smoothly.

But that was just the beginning of the journey towards destruction.

On the way, the caravan encountered another group of people - a group of vicious slave traders!

With the cooperation of the traitor, the caravan guards had no power to fight back and fell into chaos in an instant.

The girl watched helplessly as her companions were brutally subdued, and she herself was ruthlessly captured and reduced to a slave along with the others.

However, there is no sure path.

Just when Theresa thought everything was over, the slave caravan was attacked by another group of people.

However, the people who came to rescue them were not heroes.

But another group of slave traders.

Black eats black.

The source of slave traders' goods was either through monetary transactions, catching slaves themselves, or... snatching them from their peers.

Obviously, the latter is faster and cheaper. Everyone likes it.

The first wave of slave traders who captured them were killed by swords, and Theresa and her group were captured again.

The second wave of slave traders led them along the way, but it was not all smooth sailing.

Everyone likes to rob other thieves.

It's everyone.

In the next half month, the slave traders were repeatedly ambushed by others.

Every battle is accompanied by screams and blood.

And these slaves were like goods, some died, some were injured, and the remaining lucky ones were changed hands several times in the fights between different slave traders.

Finally, after being transferred for the fifth or sixth time, Theresa and her companions finally encountered an exceptionally powerful slave caravan and were no longer ambushed by others.

The owner of the caravan had been hiding in the luxurious carriage, and even when he appeared, his entire body was hidden in a wide black robe.

The only thing we know is that the adult is a powerful wizard.

After countless days and nights of fear, the slaves were finally brought to this place.

As she watched her companion outside the cage suffer from the fat man, a complex emotion surged in the girl's heart.

There is a fear that can be felt, but more of a pleasure.

Because this guy is no ordinary slave, but the third wave of slave traders who captured them - and became a slave after being captured by the fourth wave of slave caravans.

The burly man who beat the businessman was also a special guy with a special hobby.

He likes to conquer his own kind, especially those who are pampered like this.

In the week since he came here, he has beaten and taken away three fat men for various reasons.

Not long after each departure, these slaves could hear shrill howls coming from afar.

Although Theresa is a country girl, she still knows the most basic knowledge.

Some small animals also like this kind of intimate communication that crosses the line...this is normal.

Moreover, the strong man who was guarding them did not torture them in any other way except for this hobby.

Throw some food randomly every day to keep the slaves from starving to death, and all that's left is to pick a lucky guy and give him a good "whipping"...

As Theresa recalled, the whipping had already come to an end.

Snapped!
After being whipped for the last time, the fat man finally dropped his head weakly without even a groan.

"Haha, it seems you finally understand."

Seeing that the fat man no longer had the strength to resist, the sturdy man grinned with satisfaction, lifted him down from the rack with one hand, and carried him on his shoulder.

Then he glanced at the slaves who were watching silently, grinned triumphantly, and showed his big yellow teeth.

His eyes swept over some shivering fat men, and seeing those former slave owners tighten their hooks, he chuckled twice, very satisfied with the feeling.

"Haha! Everyone, watch carefully! This is what happens when you disobey me!"

"If anyone tries to escape from prison again, he will be your example!"

After making a round of threats, the sturdy man adjusted the trajectory of the ball, and then walked into his wooden house impatiently with his spoils on his back.

Bang!
"...Ahem."

A weak cough sounded behind her, causing Theresa to look at the only fellow slave in the cage.

She was a woman who was originally tall but now looked thin and sickly.

There were no obvious external injuries on the woman's body, but her vitality was extremely weak, even weaker than Teresa's.

She was cursed by someone else... just like Theresa.

Theresa's eye patch does not cover a scar, but a cursed eye.

Both of them were believed to be cursed, so they were separated from the others and locked up together.

Logically, goods like theirs would be disposed of by slave traders to reduce the risk of accidents.

But the owner of the caravan seemed to have been prepared for their sale and deliberately kept them.

The other slaves were afraid of the woman and were unwilling to have contact with her, but Theresa, who also bore the curse, did not care about that.

Theresa came to the weak woman, helped her sit up, and put the food she had hidden before to her mouth.

"Ahem... No need, little sister, just eat it yourself."

The woman shook her head hard, rejecting the girl's kindness. She did not accept the dry and hard black bread, but only drank a few sips of muddy water mixed with sand.

"Gulp...Ha!"

Those few sips of dirty water seemed to give the woman a lot of energy, making her visibly more energetic.

She looked around, taking in the surrounding scene, nodded slowly, and finally looked at the girl and asked, "Little sister, what's your name?"

Theresa hesitated, looked at the woman's sharp eyes, tilted her head, and whispered: "...Theresa."

The woman blinked and said in surprise: "Theresa? It's a good name. Your parents must love you very much."

The girl tilted her head in confusion, somewhat bewildered.

"why?"

The woman laughed, raised her hand with difficulty, and placed it on the girl's head. She laughed softly, "Because, haha, my sister is also called Theresa."

Theresa blinked, wanting to ask more, but the woman did change the subject, asking quietly, "By the way, Theresa, do you know where they plan to send us?"

The girl pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then put her mouth close to the woman's ear and said uncertainly: "They seemed to have said before that they would send us to a place called... the dark area?"

What puzzled Theresa was that the woman's eyes visibly lit up when she heard the name.

It was like...it was as if she was expecting to be sold there.

"Hehe, it's nothing, don't worry about it."

The woman saw the girl's confusion, shook her head and did not explain, but began to introduce herself.

"By the way, my name is Quinna."

She blinked and smiled, "Also, if you want, you can call me sister."

Lava Hell.

"……Um?"

Flora slowly opened her eyes and sat up from the ground of the bronze fortress in a trance.

"Why am I here? I remember... I should have sealed myself."

"Hey! Are you awake?"

Next to the confused demon, the devil with a red face was laughing strangely with glee.

"Herbert says he doesn't want you anymore!"

Kreti laughed strangely, mocking Flora maliciously, and whispered faintly: "He doesn't want you anymore! He doesn't want you anymore! He doesn't want you anymore!"

“Haha, let you…ah!!?”

Unfortunately, her arrogance did not last long, and she was soon hung upside down by the devil lady.

Kretti was unhappy.

Her expression was out of control, and she quickly shouted: "Hey! Wait! This is a misunderstanding! I was joking! Let me explain--"

But Flora ignored her struggles and cries, and a lava whip appeared in her hand.

"Damn you devil! You ****!"

The devil said nothing, just kept whipping.

whoosh-

Snapped!
"what--"

(End of this chapter)