Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 401 - 270 Teresa (4.4K)

"Hang him up!"

"Yes, that disobedient one, hang him up for me! Whip him hard!"

The chillingly sinister voice echoed in the dim space, followed by the piercing sound splitting the air.

Whack!

"Ah!!!"

In the cage filled with a stench of decay, Teresa was awakened by the shrill cries and slowly opened her eyes.

"Where is... this place?"

The already petite girl looked even more frail due to prolonged hunger; her body was so thin it seemed a gust of wind could topple her, and her abdomen was sunken under tattered hemp clothes.

In her confusion, she slightly moved her head, her rare shoulder-length dark green hair lightly swayed.

The bangs on her forehead moved, revealing a pale face hidden beneath disheveled hair.

Honestly speaking, though her face had some dirt, upon closer inspection, the girl’s appearance wasn’t unattractive; despite her youth, her features were quite delicate.

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

However, she probably had no chance of becoming the version she dreamed of.

On Teresa’s right eye, there was an eye patch made of ragged cloth.

The bloodstained eye patch covering her right eye and the huge scar crossing her side face ruined Teresa’s appearance, adding a touch of ferocity to her look.

Teresa struggled to turn her head, looking with her single dark green eye toward the source of the sound.

Outside the cage, the tragedy continued.

What met her eyes was a horrifying scene outside the cage.

A tall and robust bare-chested man was wielding a whip, lashing out at the bearded fat man who was hung up.

The whip swung, emitting a sharp whistle, and each time it struck, it landed precisely on the hanging man’s body, instantly cutting open slashes of blood.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

The fat man’s body trembled violently in pain, yet was bound tightly by heavy shackles, unable to evade, only able to let out desperate and painful wails.

Moreover, as time passed, his screams grew weaker, helplessly enduring the whipping.

"..."

Teresa stared blankly at this scene, her brain seemed struck by a blunt object, her thoughts slowing down like rusty gears.

Gradually, fragmented and chaotic memories surged like a tide, and she began to slowly recall what this place was and how she had arrived here.

This was a secret base of the slave merchants, used to temporarily store purchased slaves, ready to be transferred to clients once enough were accumulated.

And she, naturally, was sold here as a slave.

To be precise, Teresa wasn’t voluntarily sold into slavery, and her family didn’t profit from it either.

She was kidnapped.

Teresa’s fate was by no means good, burdened with a substantial curse.

From a young age, the girl experienced a major upheaval; her mother left her forever while she was still in the naive stage of life.

Missing? Deceased?

She didn’t remember.

Teresa only knew that after "mother" left, she met "father" for the first time.

Since then, she lived with her father... no, she was fostered in a village.

According to the villagers, her father was a wayward drifter, like an untamed breeze.

He enjoyed drifting across the vast continent, having no fixed abode, wandering between one unfamiliar town and wilderness to another.

But perhaps after a month, or maybe half a year, her father would always return to that village to reunite with Teresa.

He would bring things that never existed in the unchanging village, like trinkets, books, stories...

Teresa thought everything would continue like this unchangingly, that she would end up as a village girl waiting for her life to conclude.

However, just a few months ago, on the day Teresa next saw her father, she learned a piece of news from him—that he was actually a nobleman.

Her father, unexpectedly, was a legendary nobleman!

But her father was a noble, while she was not. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

According to her father, she, though descended from nobility, belonged to a family fallen for generations, apart from some spare money and useless pride, was no different from ordinary civilians.

And to alter this status quo, her father decided to embark on a major endeavor.

If successful, he would rise to fame, completely rewriting the family’s destiny, bringing glory back to their fallen family!

But if he failed, he might perish silently, burying the family’s grandeur forever.

That meeting was actually her father’s farewell to her.

Faced with her father’s solemn farewell, Teresa didn’t know how to respond.

Their relationship wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly good either.

With years of sporadic meetings, each encounter was just a brief visit, leaving gifts and then quickly departing.

Over a decade, their father-daughter conversations didn’t exceed a hundred sentences; rather than being a father and daughter, they resembled more like familiar strangers.

Although her father was helpless to her silence, he had expected it.

In the end, as if making some resolution, he left Teresa a letter before leaving hurriedly—just like he did every time.

The only difference was the instruction to open the letter three months after his departure if he hadn’t returned.

Three months later, her father didn’t return, and Teresa obediently opened the letter he left behind.

In that letter, her father mentioned that he was likely already dead and asked her not to be sad.