The beauty was imprisoned

The old man with narrow eyes respectfully obeyed his master's orders, nodding and responding with a series of "Yes, yes." If the master had no further instructions, then the girl's fate would be entirely in his hands.

On the way back, he pondered. That girl was exceptionally beautiful; it would be a waste to let the crude mutants in the county town have their way with her. If he wanted to make a good amount of spirit stones, he would have to wait until Yong Master Huyen arrived in town. Then, he could sell her for a hefty price.

Young Master Huyen, whose full name was Huyen Ky, was the wealthiest merchant in this strange world. He had a strong fondness for beauty and countless women by his side. He traveled across the land in search of beautiful women, then sold them to nobles and royals. Based on the information the old man had, in about ten days, Young Master Huyen would be passing through the county town. With such a treasure in hand, he could ask for as many spirit stones as he wanted.

"Haha… a lucrative trade indeed."

Upon returning, he immediately instructed his subordinates to closely watch over the beauty upstairs and to make sure she was well-fed and cared for.

I lay on the bed, deep in thought, and before I knew it, a long time had passed. Peeking through a crack in the door, I could no longer see any light. Unsure of what to do, I paced back and forth, observing the room. It was a small wooden space with a single bed, no tables or chairs. There were just two wooden barrels, one large and one small, placed in a corner, their purposes unknown.

I encouraged myself to stay calm and find a way to escape. If I were to be violated by those grotesque mutants, I'd rather die than let that happen.

After a while, the door slowly creaked open, and a thin, small hand reached in, pushing in a food tray. On it was a bowl of rice, a chicken drumstick, and a plate of vegetables. I quickly rushed over and grabbed the small hand.

"Wait… hold on a second."

The hand trembled slightly in my grip, so I pulled harder. From the small gap in the door, I saw a teenager, probably sixteen or seventeen, with thin limbs and messy hair. He didn't look as grotesque as the other mutants, actually, he wasn't that bad-looking. I pointed at the two wooden barrels and asked,

"Answer me… What are those for?"

The boy blushed and stammered nervously: "The big one is… for bathing, and the small one is for… uh, relieving yourself."

Hearing that, my face flushed with embarrassment. So that's what they were for. No wonder I kept wondering how I was supposed to go to the bathroom while being locked in here.

Suddenly, a loud voice called out from outside. The boy quickly pulled his hand back and shut the door before running off. I sat there in the room, not knowing what to do, with no one to talk to and no way to tell whether it was night or day outside.

I climbed into bed, pulled the blanket over me, and lay there lost in thought, anxiety and fear churning inside me. Maybe tomorrow, I'd be thrown to some mutant.

Late at night, just as my eyelids were growing too heavy to keep open, I suddenly heard a soft creak. The door slowly opened. I quickly pulled the blanket over myself, lying still while peeking out with just my eyes to see who it was.

In the dim light, the figure entering wasn't as tall as the other mutants, around 1.75 meters, maybe.

Without hesitation, I leapt out of bed and charged forward, tackling the figure to the ground and sitting on him. I grabbed his neck and threatened to choke him.

The person on the floor coughed and gasped for air, quickly saying: "Ugh… s-sister, it's me!"

It was the boy from earlier. But I still didn't release my grip and continued to press on his neck: "What are you doing sneaking into my room at night?"

The boy, pinned under me, blushed deeply and pointed at the two wooden barrels while stammering: "T-To… to clean them."

Oh, so that's what it was. Now I understood the routine. He was in charge of looking after me, delivering meals through the door during the day, and entering at night to clean. I stood up and stepped aside. Peeking outside, I saw the tall silhouettes of two mutants guarding the door.

One of them shouted impatiently: "Hurry up… stop dawdling."

The boy quickly responded with a series of yeses and began changing the water and cleaning everything carefully. I stood by and watched until he left the room.

This routine continued for several days. I remained locked up, filled with fear and worry. Every night, the boy would come in to clean. Sometimes, he'd sneak glances at me, but when I looked back, he'd quickly avert his eyes in embarrassment.

Tonight marked the sixth day. When the boy came in again, I stood nearby and watched him clean. Then, pretending to ask casually, I said: "Um… do you know what they plan to do with me?"

The boy shook his head, looking flustered: "Then… can you help me escape from here?"

Once again, he shook his head vigorously. But even though he was shaking his head, his face turned red when I asked. A sudden idea flashed through my mind.

I immediately hugged him tightly, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my head against his chest as I cried out in distress, my voice soft and trembling with fear.

"I was captured and brought here… I don't even know where I am… I'm so scared. Huhu… Can you help me escape from this place?"