The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 304: Quest completed

"Slave Master," Abrielle’s breath slowed; it suddenly got harder to breathe the moist salty air that was heavy in her lungs. The place smelled like wet socks and a rotting corpse.

"Bingo, exactly. You are not as scared as I expected. Not the reaction I needed but it’s fine." The dancer chimed; she slowly got on her knees, and the lantern pointed at Abrielle. The princess wasn’t shaking and the dancer didn’t like this, her eyes narrowed.

She burst into a laugh, one that left Abrielle more confused, but the laugh quickly died off. "I guess we have a brave one again." She sighed dramatically.

"Do you know what happened to the last girl that acted brave?" She asked Abrielle despite knowing the princess had no idea. She went ahead to answer her question.

"It was over a year or longer ago, I can’t remember, but she stood out. She was a noble, but unfortunately, her newly wedded stepmother saw her as an eyesore and sold her. It was a good trade...." The lady continued narrating the story with the obvious intention of scaring Abrielle.

Abrielle’s guts told her this story would be associated with the bones. "She was young and beautiful. There were a lot of potential buyers who wanted something fragile the same way a lot of them wanted a princess, especially one that served Cedric’s bed. I know you get me."

The ship swayed, and Abrielle could hear the water crashing against the wooden frame. "So back to my story, she might have been the perfect goods, but she was stubborn and brave. She believed her papa would find her, defiling commands, but guess what? No one came because they could never find us."

"In an attempt to straighten her up, we starved her. She refused to give in until she died of starvation. A brave girl indeed and a wasted investment. She was lucky because we let her starve; you won’t be that lucky, not after the fortune I spent to buy you..."

It would be a lie if Abrielle claimed she wasn’t scared. Her tone seemed like a psychopath, from the way she spoke it felt like she worked with a strong guide one even more powerful than the shadow guide

"I can’t let you die, and I won’t force you to eat either. Once you prove to be stubborn, I will cut you up and sell your parts to get back my money." The lady drawled, her eyes going dead, and Abrielle shivered.

The dancer’s eyes then lit up a bright smile gracing her lips. She seemed like a different person now. "That aside, please enjoy your meal. I know you must be starving. After all, it’s been an entire day already. I know the food isn’t up to your fancy palette but trust me when I say your meal is way better compared to others." She chimed then her accomplice dropped the tray at the other side of the bar

"Sleep tight and good night. Later a dress would be sent. it must be suffocating staying in that fancy dress." She chimed then left with the light. How did they expect Abrielle to eat without any lighting? They slammed the door behind them and the room went dark again.

Abrielle could have cried but that would just waste her energy. It was hopeless. Maybe she could get sold to someone who wasn’t a complete psycho. "It is hopeless." Abrielle sighed.

Her stomach grumbled, she was starving. "I don’t have a choice, do I?" She went on her fours and crawled towards the bars. Using her palms to navigate in the dark. She found the tray and, in the process, knocked down something. It was the cup of water. Knowing how important every drop was she quickly stood the cup.

In a cell, in absolute darkness, she tried eating her dinner. It didn’t qualify to be called food but it was something at least. The bread was dry and stale, with the soup bland, almost going sour.

She felt like throwing up but didn’t dare. Abrielle didn’t waste a crumb, knowing her next meal might be in days, who knows how long. After finishing the most disgusting thing she has eaten in her life she gobbled down a few drops of water.

Her throat was irritated, and the urge to throw up was very strong. Abrielle thought during the period Cedric gave her dry bread and soup, it was the worst thing she would ever taste, but she had no idea.

She leaned against the wooden wall, the ship still swaying, the nauseating stench making her more unsettling. She tried to close her eyes but she couldn’t hold it in. Her stomach twisted, and everything came out; she threw up.

Her stomach, which had been starved an entire day, could not take in the garbage they called food. She was more than certain it was their leftovers.

"Great now here will also smell like vomit." She sighed curling up into a ball before she wiped her lips. Death didn’t seem too bad. After all, she had died before. Maybe if she dies she might wake up in a hospital bed back on earth. The thought of that was very pleasing.

There was a loud ding in her ears and a blue screen instantly lit up.

QUEST COMPLETED

HOST HAVE SUCCESSFULLY ACCOMPLISHED THE THIRD OPTION. EVADE QUEEN ELEANOR’S PLANS TO EXECUTE YOU.

THE ROYAL SUMMONS TOOK PLACE TODAY, BUT YOU WERE ABLE TO AVOID IT, LEADING TO THE EXTENSION OF THE HOST LIFE.

REWARD HOST HAS UNLOCKED A NEW PATH AND CHANGED FROM THE PATH OF A VILLAINESS TO THE PATH OF A SLAVE

ADVANTAGES THE HOST WON’T BE INFLUENCED BY THE PLOT AS LONG AS YOU STAY AWAY FROM THE KEY CHARACTERS.

THE PATH OF A SLAVE DOESN’T BELONG IN THE PLOT, SO THE HOST HAS MORE FREEDOM AS LONG AS SHE DOESN’T INFLUENCE THE MAIN PLOT AGAIN.

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR NEW PATH AND FREEDOM....

The screen disappeared and Abrielle burst into a laugh, a sad one. Should she celebrate she finally escaped the plot but at the expense of being a slave.

Freedom, the system called it, was something she could never have as a slave...