Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 499

Chapter 499: A Princess’s Suffering
The Cardinal Forbidden Zone twisted time in unpredictable ways, leaving Nora’s experiences vastly different from Chiron’s.

Nora, with her broken leg, had been crammed into a dark container with other beast people. The resilience of the beast people meant their captors did not bother with providing food or proper conditions.

Days and nights merged into an endless blur in the container, where bodies pressed against each other in the stifling darkness.

At first, the stench of urine and feces was overwhelming. The putrid smell clung to the air, making it hard to breathe.

Nora, like the others, had no choice but to relieve herself where she sat. The fetid mix of bodily waste soaked into her clothes and skin, creating a permanent reek that filled the small, oppressive space. The air was thick and sour, each breath a reminder of their dire situation.

Weeks passed in this abysmal environment. Nora’s broken leg throbbed with unrelenting pain, the injury worsening without any medical attention. She clenched her teeth, grinding through the agony, tears occasionally escaping her eyes.

At the same time, this container became a breeding ground for desperation and madness. In the darkness, sanity frayed and some of the beast people snapped under the pressure.

Nora witnessed one clawing at his own skin, scratching until blood flowed. His eyes, once full of life, now stared blankly, lost to the void of insanity. Another, unable to cope, ended his suffering with a sharp piece of metal he had somehow found.

His death was quick, but his body did not go to waste. The desperate and starving survivors tore into his flesh, their hunger overpowering any sense of morality. The sound of teeth tearing into raw flesh, the gnashing and slurping, filled the air. It was a grotesque symphony of survival.

Amidst the horror, sexual abuse became another atrocity to endure. The beast people, already closer to their primal instincts, succumbed to their base desires.

In the pitch-black darkness, the only indicators of the assault were the muffled cries and the sickening sounds of flesh slapping vigorously against flesh. It was like an applause but with wet soap palms sounds.

Those that enjoyed such depraved pleasure were sanctioned by no one. No one could even spare pity for the oppressed.

Nora tried to shield herself, but the tight space offered no escape. The touch of hands, the invasion of her body, became another layer of her nightmare. She fought back as best as she could, but her strength waned.

This container, their prison, became a hellish microcosm of depravity. The air was heavy with the stench of death and decay, mingling with the acrid smell of waste. The walls, once solid, now seemed to close in, suffocating them with their own despair. The constant grind of pain, hunger, and fear broke down even the strongest spirits.

Nora’s mind drifted in and out of consciousness, her broken leg, still a constant reminder of her fragile mortality.

Each moment bled into the next, a never-ending loop of suffering she had never experienced before.

Once upon a time, she was hailed as a genius and another time a princess. But now, she had basically become trash.

The harsh reality of this world, striking at her consciousness.

The darkness became her world, her reality shaped by the sensory overload of her surroundings. The touch of cold, lifeless bodies, the taste of bile in her mouth, the sound of madness creeping closer.

Nora could feel the predatory eyes upon her, knowing she was seen as a vulnerable target.

And truly, there were those who sought to take advantage of her. However, she was not entirely alone in this hellish confinement. By her side nestled another girl, a cat-girl with soft fur and a gentle demeanor. Through shared pain and mutual reliance, they had formed a fragile bond.

Twice, while the cat-girl slept, a beast person had tried to exploit her vulnerable state. Each time, Nora had acted with fierce determination after all, she was still a trained warrior of a Sword clan.

Using the broken femur of a deceased prisoner, she had stabbed the would-be assailant, the sticky warmth of his blood coating her hands.

After those incidents, they were no longer assaulted. The grim reality of their situation forged a bond between Nora and the cat-girl, one she had not known she could form with anyone.

This harsh environment stripped away the innocence of their youth, replacing it with a hardened resolve.

In the darkness, they whispered stories to each other, sharing fragments of their pasts. Nora spoke of her life with her father and her longing for her brother.

But those memories were tainted by the haunting image of her brother’s evil grin, the flames he wielded, and the terror he inflicted. These ever changing and creative nightmares hunted her for weeks, leaving her to grapple with fear and confusion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, there came a day when the oppressive silence was broken. Faint voices could be heard outside the container, muffled and distant. Nora’s heart pounded with a mix of hope and fear. The creaking sound of the door opening echoed through the darkness, a sliver of light piercing their confinement.

The sudden brightness was blinding, causing the captives to shield their eyes. Nora squinted, trying to make out the figures beyond the door. The air, fresh and cool, rushed in, mingling with the foul stench of their prison. It was a moment of liberation, yet fraught with uncertainty. The voices grew clearer, authoritative and commanding.

“Get out you animal Trash!” A deep male voice ordered as Nora could hear the person spitting to the side, obviously as a result of their stench.

As the captives were led out, Nora clung to the cat-girl, as she helped her out.

Walking was as hellish as one would expect. After all, they had been in a fixed position for a long time, but considering that fact that the man giving the orders used a whip for extra encouragement, they were forced to do the impossible.

The world outside was overwhelming, the colors too vibrant, the sounds too sharp. But despite the sensory overload, there was a sense of relief. They had survived the unimaginable, emerging from the darkness into a world filled with light and possibility.

However, Hope was sometimes a seductive mistress that gave her clients no orgasmic relief… After all, Pain came in different forms and hers was just beginning…

(Author’s note: I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. i had wanted to put in very descriptive sick things, but I doubt Webnovel would have been okay with that, so lets not push the morality bounds too much, Okay… Please send Golden Tickets.)