The kobold was strong in spite of its small body and thin arms.
It pulled me by my feet and tried to drag me into a hole without question.
I struggled to keep my hands on the wall to prevent it from pulling me in.
I didn’t like holes. Even when I came to this world, I was pulled into a dark hole.
Nothing good was waiting for me as far as getting out the hole was concerned
But my efforts were in vain as my blood-soaked fingers slid along the white wall, and I was dragged deeper into the hole.
It was the worst feeling ever.
My ankles where the kobolds were clawing hurt of course, but my back and the back of my head was also scraped endlessly on the rough ground. The damage I received from my back was substantial.
I bent my hands and held my head, trying to protect my head.
I lifted my head and let my head float as if I were looking at my belly button.
I could have prevented the damage to my head, but my stomach muscles screamed in pain.
It was terrifying to be pulled through the narrow, dark hole, like something slyly pulling me into it.
It took about 10 minutes when the sensation of the kobold’s claws disappeared from my feet.
“You guys are so late. … What’s that?”
In the darkness, I heard a man’s voice and knew that we were out of the hole.
I strained my eyes and saw the vague outline of a man.
I got up with the help of hands and managed to sit up.
When I called out to him, I heard his snarky voice.
“Hmm. A woman?”
After a while, the lights came on and I could finally see my surroundings.
There were about ten kobolds carrying flour around me, and there was an underground lake in front of me.
I was on the shore of a very narrow subterranean lake. It was only about three meters wide from the hole to the water’s edge.
There was a small boat floating in the subterranean lake, and a man with red hair was holding a torch.
“A woman? …and it’s human?”
When the man docked the boat on shore, he approached us.
“What is a human woman doing here?
Then he put his hand on my chin and looked at me as he stared at my face.
Hmmm, that’s pretty good, isn’t it? It’s not bad. It’s a good find.
Not because of the light, the man’s hair was blood red. His eyes were pale grey, and his elongated pupils were devoid of warmth and emotion.
I felt uncomfortable with his voice, his gestures, and everything else. I don’t know why, but it was physiologically unacceptable.
“Don’t touch me!”
Then I shook off his hand and glared at the man.
“You’re a tough woman to behave that way in this situation. I can feed you to these guys alive…you know what?”
Then he grabbed my hair roughly.
“I’ll take care of you for a while if you’ll just listen to me, that is. Well, until I get tired of it.”
He reminded me of the guys who tried to **** me in the woods.
Was every woman here treated like this?
You don’t even know how to treat a woman, but to do what you’re going to do, you’re not so thick-skinned.
The little kobolds began to make a lot of noise, and they seemed to be protesting against the man.
“Shut up! It’s like I said. When I get bored, you can have it for your food.”
The man made me stand up and roughly pushed me into the small boat.
The boat shook and I had to sit down immediately.
“It’s taking too long. Let’s get the hell out of here. Get the items on board now.”
The man lit the torch first into the bow and had the bag of flour loaded into the centre of the ship.
As I covered my arm where the kobolds had bitten me, the man noticed it and took my hand.
“Oh, you were bitten by these guys? Poor you, that must have hurt, right? I’ll give you plenty of comfort later.”
Then he licked my bloody hand with a tongue.
The hairs on my body stood on end and I got goosebumps.
(Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting 〜〜〜〜!)
I’d rather die here than be toyed with by this guy and then left alive to be fed to the kobolds. But it’s also annoying that I keep getting into situations like this
(I’m not going to die just like that. Think about it. What can I do now?)
As the boat moved through the subterranean lake, the ceiling became lower and lower, so high that you could almost touch it if you stretched out your arm.
Large stalactites were hanging from the ceiling like icicles in some places, so the man instructed the kobolds to move the boat forward with caution.
While the man was distracted, I reached for the bag of flour that was piled on top of the boat.
I smashed the sacks of flour against the ceiling and icicles as hard as I could, splattering the contents one after the other.
Flour danced around and the area turned white. The powder also landed on the body of the kobolds.
“What are you doing!”
I threw myself into the subterranean lake, vigorously hitting the man on the side of his head with a sack of flour before showering him with its contents, as he angrily tried to grab me.
“You fool! Do you think you can get away with this?”
The moment the man held up the torch, the flames spread with great force and a scream echoed over the ship.