Survival of The Fittest

— Outside the Living Box, somewhere in the sands of the Sahara Desert —

Gwen appeared outside the Living Box, her visage battered and bruised after the beatdown she had just received. She still felt like she had not done much wrong and yet that bastard had laid his hands on her.

Was he still a man?!

She gritted her teeth and got up from the floor, spitting out the blood that was stuck at the back of her throat and mouth as she turned to look at the Living World orb that was lying at the centre of the formation with hatred in her eyes.

Should she destroy it?

As soon as that idea came to her a compulsion brought her out of it, a sickening feeling that she had forced herself to get used to in this time.

This bastard. He was such a coward he had put such a thing on her and the rest of them so they'd never rebel. If it wasn't for this thing she would have destroyed him many times over for the way she was being treated.