Volume 2 Chapter 3 Lena’s Memoir 3️⃣
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After finishing our meal, we headed to the room.
A strange, overwhelming fullness filled me, lifting my spirits higher than ever before. How long had it been since I felt this kind of happiness?
For someone as worthless as me—a mere slave—to receive such a luxurious meal felt almost unreal. In that moment, I thought my master was truly extraordinary.
The room we entered was a lavish double room. It looked like my master planned to spend the night here.
There were two beds.
Of course, I wouldn’t be allowed to sleep in a room this grand. Once my duties were done, I would ask the inn staff to let me rest somewhere simpler, like the barn or the stable.
With that thought, I stood quietly by the door, waiting.
While I waited, I noticed my master’s eyes on me.
He looked me up and down like he was examining me closely, and I couldn’t help but tense up.
I feel embarrassed now, but back then, I wondered—
Is he regretting taking me in?
Though I tried to hide my face behind my hair, my hands and feet, exposed by my clothes, still showed scars from old monster attacks. Just looking at them made me sick to my stomach.
What use was a slave girl with such a damaged body? Surely, my master would discard me soon or treat me roughly, even if he didn’t throw me away completely. That thought kept echoing in my mind.
”Alright, Lena, let’s get you into the bath first,” my master said calmly.
”H-Huh? The bath?” I stammered, flustered beyond reason.
He just smiled gently and said, “Yeah, this inn has a bath.”
Then it hit me—
He’s going to take care of me.
Because why else would a master bring a slave girl to the bath?
Thinking about it, my master was about my age, mid-teens, probably at the stage where he’s most curious about a woman’s body. Even if I looked ugly, maybe he wanted to have me close.
Of course, this was just my own worry—nothing more—but it was the only explanation I could come up with at the time.
”I’m embarrassed to show you such a filthy body, Master, but if you want…” I began, assuming he was ordering me to serve him in the bath.
I started to undress, but my master looked at me thoughtfully and said, “No, that’s not it. I’ll go in first.”
”Wait, really?” I asked, surprised.
”Yeah, I’m going alone. You just take the bath.”
It seemed I had misunderstood.
Back in the slave hut, I had learned about certain bath services, so I knew what they were about. But since my master was still young, he probably didn’t know about those things. I didn’t want to show I knew either, so I quickly said,
”I’m very dirty, Master. Please go ahead first.”
Kindly, he accepted and went in before me.
These days, even if I’m told not to come, I’d join him in the bath and wash him thoroughly, doing my best to please him.
But back then, I was still a helpless, useless slave. I truly felt that way.
* * *
That bath, after so many years, moved me deeply.
When I washed my hair, black bubbles formed, and as I cleaned my body, layers of dirt peeled away like flakes.
I knew I would be used again soon, so I was grateful just to be clean for now.
The one who had fed me such a wonderful meal… maybe my master wouldn’t do terrible things to me after all. Maybe I wouldn’t get hurt.
That’s all I thought at the time.
Even though I didn’t know the truth, looking back now, it fills me with shame.
How could I, with such a filthy heart, stay close to someone as kind as my master? Even now, I worry that my very existence might stain him.
Yes, from that moment on, my actions were truly disgraceful…
* * *
After receiving the bath, I knelt down and said, “I sincerely thank you for granting me a bath, a lowly person like myself.”
Being allowed to bathe was a rare blessing for a slave of my rank—no matter the reason, it felt like a miracle.
Sir Soyuz looked at me and beckoned with a hand. “Lena, come here.”
The moment I had dreaded had finally arrived. Nervously, I followed him, my body trembling.
”Take off your clothes,” he ordered plainly.
Just as I feared, his voice was firm. Though I had imagined this, my heart twisted in a complicated mix of fear and shame.
”Is… is this an order?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
”Yes.”
”Understood.”
I obeyed, removing my clothes piece by piece. When he had dressed me yesterday after I fainted, he had seen my wounds, but now, standing exposed before him, my body marked with ugly scars, I felt deeply ashamed. Especially since he had been so kind and gentle to me—I was afraid he would be disappointed and treat me harshly.
”That’s terrible,” Sir Soyuz muttered, and tears welled in my eyes. I clenched my fists, struggling to hold back the sobs.
”I’m sorry… I’m so ashamed. But if you don’t mind my hideous body… please, use me as you wish,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to steady my voice.
Then something unexpected happened.
Sir Soyuz suddenly stood up with astonishing speed, pushing back the hair that hid my scars as he leaned closer to look at my face.
Tears finally spilled from my right eye.
”Please… for heaven’s sake… I will do any service you want… I’ll accept any pain… Just don’t look at this ugly face with disgust…”
My voice cracked under the weight of my desperation. He didn’t let go of my hair.
I realized then—he wasn’t showing cruelty, but curiosity. He was inspecting my scars like some rare creature. I was just a toy to him, something to be examined and discarded.
I thought I was going to suffer pain, worse than before.
In my narrow world, with no memory of love or kindness, that was all I could expect. I felt like throwing myself off a cliff, if only there was one nearby. But now, as Sir Soyuz’s possession, I couldn’t even do that.
* * *
Sir Soyuz wasn’t someone to torture me for pleasure. He had saved me, a broken and ugly slave—both body and soul.
”Hey, Lena. Look into my eyes.”
I obeyed silently.
”I’ll be honest. I didn’t accept you because I wanted to ‘use’ you like that. In fact, I don’t plan to treat you as a slave.”
”W-what do you mean…?” I asked, confused.
”Lena, I want to help you.”
”…Help…?”
”If you want, I can restore your body to how it was.”
In that moment, my fate changed forever.
But I was too ignorant to believe him.
”U-uh, no, that’s a lie… something like that…”
I barely managed to say it.
”I can do it,” Sir Soyuz said without hesitation. “I can heal you. If you truly want it and trust me.”
”…No way.”
Trust? What did that even mean?
No one had ever helped me before. Only my parents had been kind, and everyone else feared or hated me. I had been nothing but a low-class pleasure slave—no one had ever promised help. Even the gods I prayed to every day never answered me.
”Lena, can you trust me?” Sir Soyuz asked quietly.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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