There is No Key to His Cage - Chapter 2.1
“Cough! Cough!!”
It’s been 4 days since this life began.
But that psycho still hasn’t given me even that common grass porridge.
Does he have a bad taste for starving people to death?
No, maybe that’s not it either.
Seeing that he gives just enough water to keep me from dying, it seems he just enjoys watching me suffer.
Her whole body feels weak as if all the blood has drained out.
She felt like she would starve to death soon.
She felt sorry for all the food she had left behind until now.
Creeak-
The wooden door that looked decades old opened with an unpleasant sound.
Eventually, his annoying face appeared behind the door.
For some reason, today he appeared holding a neatly arranged meal.
She unconsciously swallowed at the sight of steaming meat and soup that looked freshly made.
Today Elena painfully realized that when a person starves for days, reason disappears and they become a beast.
Food, she wanted to eat food so badly.
“Hello, Elena.”
Thud-.
The same greeting and tone as always.
The same clothes and hairstyle.
He placed the tray on the dust-covered desk and approached with slow steps.
The sound of shoe heels on the stone floor echoed in the room.
“You’re quiet today, for some reason.”
“……”
As he wished, she became docile without baring her teeth.
After starving for days, she didn’t even have the strength to resist.
“I brought various things in case you might die.”
“Ha….”
Is he worried about her dying only now?
She wonders if this is something she should be grateful for.
“Better than before.”
Her curly light pink hair tangled in his hand.
She didn’t even have the strength to shake her head, so she just obediently followed.
“Just kill me instead….”
She didn’t want to continue this story with an obvious ending any longer.
If he was going to starve her to death, it would be better to die now.
“Why would I kill you?”
The man looked at her as if she was lovable.
His eyes were full of affection.
“You’re going to be my bride.”
“You crazy bastard….”
If only she could dissect his brain, there wouldn’t be such suffering.
She could no longer bear to hear the words that came directly from his mouth without passing through his brain.
“You need to fix that habit of yours first.”
He bent down and slowly brought his face close.
Red pupils shone through long black eyelashes.
“You shouldn’t bare your claws at me like that.”
“Shut up…!”
She growled like a lion on the brink of death, with only instinct remaining.
The man looked at her with cold eyes, letting out a sneer.
“Is it these lips that are the problem?”
Warm breath settled on her rough lips.
She couldn’t move at a distance where their lips would touch if she opened her mouth.
“Or is this what you want?”
He smiled playfully and slowly moved his lips.
The warmth of the contact made her feel utterly disgusted.
“Cutely.”
“Get lost…!!!”
She turned her head sharply and shouted, squeezing out her last remaining strength.
The feeling of her internal organs twisting made her retch.
“Cough… Cough…! Haa… Ha….”
“Looks like you still have strength left to struggle.”
“Ah…!”
Her forcibly lifted chin faced him.
He slowly traced her eyes, nose, and mouth with languid eyes.
“I wonder how long you can hold out.”
The slightly raised corner of the man’s mouth wrinkled.
His low voice that crawled on the floor dug into her ears.
“This is my specialty.”
She slightly raised one corner of her mouth as if mocking him.
A hissing metallic sound that spread through her throat lingered in her mouth.
“But I’m impatient.”
He opened the cap of the water bottle he was holding with his mouth.
“Drink.”
“Ugh…!”
He poured the water-filled bottle into her mouth.
The water that spilled from her mouth immediately soaked her clothes.
The curved female body was revealed through the wet clothes.
“Oh my, I made a mistake with a lady.”
“Haa… Haa…!”
He pulled out a white embroidered handkerchief with an artificial smile.
Then he slowly wiped around her neck and wet hair.
“You son of a bitch….”
Elena glared at him with murderous eyes.
“Your mouth is so rough.”
The man stopped his hand that was hovering in front of her eyes and bent down to meet her gaze.
“You should use only pretty words, okay? Elena.”
“How many am I….”
Her unfocused eyes wandered aimlessly in the air.
Surely there must be many others who have been sacrificed like her.
Dolls brought in as brides, played with to their heart’s content until they wore out on their own, then discarded.
“……”
Instead of answering, the man frowned and turned his head.
“If this filthy perversion is exposed to the world, it would be fatal for you too!”
She managed to steady her panting breath and spat out her voice.
“Elena.”
A warm touch flowed down her cold cheek.
Thanks to that, it seemed like warmth was spreading through her body.
“I only have you.”
“Huh…!”
She no longer had the energy to be swayed by his words.
The emptiness enveloping her entire body made her feel like she would lose consciousness at any moment.
Her water-soaked body began to tremble little by little.
Even though it was full spring, this place where sunlight didn’t reach was only chilly.
“Why me of all people….”
Is being unlucky also a skill?
Is it possible to be this unhappy in both past and present lives?
At this point, isn’t it like God is playing with life as he pleases?
Elena lived her second life more fiercely to erase the unhappiness of her first life.
God really doesn’t give even a single chance, huh.
Tears like a sudden rain that had just begun to fall welled up in her eyes.
“Why of all….”
Would she be happy or resentful if she died here?
Or would she face a meaningless death without even having time for that?
As he lifted her miserably drooping head, tears flowed down her cheeks.
