The Overseer and Miry stare at each other.

“Do you know that rape is punished with death?”

“I do…”

The Overseer pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes.

“Will you protect them just because you hate death even if you know they’ll keep doing it?”

“Well-”

“Even if they’ll kill another person?”

They’re rapists, not murderers.

“They wouldn’t do that. If they kill, then they can’t satisfy their sexual desires.”

He looks towards Miry.

“Can you estimate how many times she was raped?”

Miry closes her eyes. I feel how her hand trembles and can hear her teeth making noises.

“It’s too many to count. She has been raped almost all her life. At least five large groups have done it.”

“How have you survived until now?!”

His scream scared me! Goddess.

“They are rapists, not murderers. After a while, they leave you alone.”

Miry intervenes.

“Uzziye, they tried to kill you! How can you say that?! They didn’t leave you alone because they got bored; they beat you to kill you and left you to rot!”

“Uzziye Bakker! Pay attention and engrave this in your mind!”

What now? Why are they reacting like this?

The Overseer grabs my head and forces me to stare into his eyes. The flames of anger in them scare me. It feels like he’s about to kill someone.

“Raping someone is engaging in any sexual activity without consent. It doesn’t matter if there’s penetration or not. If they touch your genitals, except if it’s an accident, or they force you to touch theirs, it’s rape! And touching includes any part of your body! I don’t even know why you don’t know such common knowledge. We need to do something about this.”

“But it’s just me. And I’m fine.”

“What?! How can you say that?! They tried to kill you! And they did so because their punishment is death! In our society having sex is so easy you don’t need to use despicable methods to have your first time! They don’t do it for the sex! They are sick in their minds and enjoy seeing other people suffering! Putting it in even if both feel pain makes them feel powerful! Once they’re somehow back to their senses, they see the victim as a threat that will get them killed, so they kill that person! What do you think will happen after seeing how they raped you and they are still alive? They’ll think they can do as they please and will do it again! But the next person may not be so lucky to survive! Have you any idea how many they killed before you and how many more they’ll kill after?! You’re so stupid! Just because you don’t want people to die you let those scum roam free and continue killing!!! You’re responsible for who knows how many more deaths!!! Just because you don’t want people to die!!! You’ll never leave this place!!!”

He slaps me and goes out after slamming the door. The sound is so strong it hurts my ears.

“It’s okay. It isn’t your fault that they’re messed up.”

…

Miry hugs me.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? No matter how you look at it, what he did, doing that to a five-year-old is so gross. And you knew it was wrong; that’s why you escaped.”

“…”

“Uzziye. Seriously. When will you stop running away?”

“…”

“Okay. Let’s finish here today.”

The guards come to pick me up and throw me into the cage. I put myself closer together like a ball and face the wall. I cry until I fall asleep.

I wake up with pain in my cheek. He hit me with everything he had.

I’m not a murderer, right? People didn’t die ‘cause of me, right?

And even then, am I supposed to send them to their deaths? They’re people too. Can’t they just imprison them?

He said that they’ll try to kill me ‘cause they’ll die if I denounce them. So, shouldn’t they just remove that from the law and imprison them? That way, more victims will survive.

Yes! If they change the law, I wouldn’t be killing them by denouncing them and they wouldn’t do the same to anyone else! I’ll tell him about it.

They just need to imprison them for life; that’d be the closest to killing them.

I waited all day, I believe, but they didn’t come for me. I received no food.

I don’t want to sleep. I found a way to make me feel better, but it changes nothing, there may be blood in my hands. I guess I’ll have to talk about it.

After my parents died, I found a place to stay. I ate hot soup and thought he’d adopt me. **But after bathing, he didn’t give me clothes and made me sit on his lap. He took out his dick and made me caress it with my hands and pussy. The next day he entered the bath with me and rubbed his dick on my pussy. At that time, I didn’t know what was that and that he could put it in. He took me to the bed to try putting it in but I was too small.** I went out of the window when he went out. I ran as fast as I could towards the forest.

An adventurer group found me and took care of me. I saw them have sex, so I understood what that man tried to do. Obviously, I couldn’t stay with them, so they gave me to a man who told them he owned an orphanage.

That place was an abyss of monsters. Later in my life, I was kidnapped by some crazy bastards that had fun breaking my bones and feeding me only with cum. And that was nothing compared to the orphanage.

The war against the monsters meant there were lots of desperate people. Some girls I met there were sold by their mothers for some beans after their fathers died. ‘Cause of that, it was easy to replace the dead bodies with fresh victims.