My eyes slowly opened as I groaned from the wound on my head.
Too bad I didn't have enough magic anymore to heal myself.
I don't need magic anyway. I've lived in worlds without it. Flesh wounds were nothing compared to the pain I feel inside every day.
I forced myself to move and realized I was completely immobilized. I looked to my hands and saw iron chains clasped to my wrists and ankles. I was laid out on a freezing cold stone slab.
No. No. No. No. No!
I can't be back in this world!
Please no!
*Clang clang clang*
My breathing hastened as I frantically tried to pull my hands out of the iron chains. However, the harder I pulled, the tighter they became. Soon, my wrists started to turn purple from the pressure.
I desperately wanted to claw off those chains.
I was even willing to bite through my own wrists.
However, I couldn't even reach my wrists with my mouth.
I can't do this again.
I can't.
Mona went from a sweet princess to a violent dominatrix who doesn’t ask for consent…
In the next few chapters, you will see the previous lives of Moao.