21 A promise to fulfill

The sound of whipping, screams of women and cracking bones echoed in Liz's ears.

In the next blink of an eye Liz was transported as an observer of a slave action.

Woman with ragged clothes were presented as if they were goods.

Some of them but most of them had a blank expression on their face and they stood like a motionless statue.

Most of the audience were older noble men, who gaped at the poor girls like as if they were wolves which would pounce on their prey at any moment.

You could say that they formally eye – raped the 'goods' from the distance.

Liz's fingers cracked as her fists tightened.

If someone would see her like this, then this person would faint from shock.

The person would then have fallen into the state of unconsciousness with the conviction that death personally had come to fetch him.

So irascrible she looked.

The sight simply disgusted her how condescending some people treat others just because they can exercise over them.

Like the slave traders towards the slaves and the older noble men as masters of their purchased slaves.

Instead of shamelessly abusing their power, should not they use it for good?

These older noble men could report this illegal auction and thus free the women and other captives.

But no, they chose their inner beast instead.

Although Liz herself is cold – blooded, she only punished those who deserved it.

She always had a heart for the needy.

You might say that she's the female version of Robin Hood.

' I want these rats to die a horrible death.' she subconsciously wished with fiery eyes.

Something flashed up briefly.

At the next moment, the lights in the action hall suddenly went out.

Screams filled the entire hall.

Before Liz could realize what just had occurred, she was transferred to another scene.

A young platinum blonde boy sobbed and sniffed like mad, was the scene with which Liz was greeted.

"Tommy?" Liz asked hesitantly.

The boy then turned around.

It was indeed Tommy, but he was by far not in a good state.

He has a black eye, his lips are chapped, his shirt is covered with blood and one of his hands seems to have been twisted.

Liz was appalled.

'Who did this to him?!'

Yet another nasty surprise awaited her.

On his lap lies his grandmother.

Lifeless.

"Tommy who did you – "

Tommy cut her off.

"Don't you dare come near to us!" he roared in anger.

"You are just like them." he resumed with eyes filled with hatred.

"You promised to help us! But all you did in the end was just watch how grandma … and I … IT'S YOUR FAULT!"

He then wiped the tears from his face expression became blank.

Like as if he was the godforsaken child.

Liz wanted to clasp him in her arms and try to calm him down like back then.

However, before she had the chance, she was torn from her dream.

Relieved that it was only a dream, Liz tried to organize her thoughts.

"Tommy." she mumbled.

"I have not forgotten you, and I swear I will keep my promise. "Liz said ambitiously.

That is true.

Worried about her fate, she almost forgot the people around her.

'If I rewrite my fate why not that of the people around me too?'

But the thought was easier said than done, because the slave trade in which Tommy's family had become involved was a matter for Mazeldovia.

In other words, she had to see 'him' again.

Only the thought of having to see this shameless bastard soon enough twisted her stomach.

'Ares.'

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