The Merchant and Tavern Master

Savior: Purgatory

Hey, what should we do now? Leave her like this?"

"That's too redundant. I say we sell her to the establishment. We can at least get some of our money back."

"But that Lysander guy said she's 15 years old! There won't be any brothel want to take her"

"I got an idea. I know some wealthy pervert who loves girls like this."

"What? You do?! Then, let's go now!"

"Wait! We can't just deliver her like this? What kind of sick person wanted to buy this?"

"Just throw her into the bathtub, and wash her! You and You! Take her to the bathroom. We will wash her there. And you! Pick one cloth from her bag there."

"Ugh, how stink! Who the hell made her like this!"

"It's you dammit!"

"Also you and you!"

"Shut up and get going!"

I can't comprehend what has happened to me.

What is this foul stench? Inside my mouth also felt bitter with unpleasant, dirty, slime-like things. It's unbearable... I feel nauseated.

Pain courses through my entire body, particularly my stomach, hand, and neck; it's become a blur of agony.

I can't even move my body, or rather I gave up everything.

I just wished to die.

They treated me like a helpless animal, dragging me away against my will.

They tore away what remained of my tattered clothes.

I was forcefully splashed with cold water, and they roughly wiped my body with rough fabric.

That rough bath at last finished, but despite their effort to force me to wear my clothes, they couldn't succeed.

"Hey, don't you think she looked like a scarecrow?"

"HAHAHAHAAH! Damn it!"

"Stop laughing! You, do your job seriously!"

"I am serious! But I can't even get this thing right! How can girls' things be so complicated?!"
"HAHAHAHA!"

I don't even want to imagine how I look now. I gave up everything.

Then they brought me to some kind of mansion. They didn't go through the front door, but rather an underground passage. I was forcefully pulled to match their quick strides. After a while, a large figure stood in front of me, dressed in fine attire. His face appeared aged, and his gaze was anything but pleasant. He abruptly took out a handkerchief and covered his nostrils upon seeing me and the others.

"Why in the world you brought this thing in front of me, you imbeciles!"

"Hey, boss! This is a fresh 15 year old girl that you like! She's like this because we didn't know how to dress her. We even brought her with all the risk you know? Can you pay us handsomely?"

"She has been used, hasn't she?"

"Uh.. but she's still.."

"Do you expect me to pay the full price for damaged goods?" the man questioned, his tone dripping with disdain.

"8 gold coins. Take it or leave it," the man's voice held a commanding edge.

"But.. but.. There are 10 of us.. At least 10 coins," the leader of the thug group stuttered, and I couldn't help but find a small measure of satisfaction in witnessing their fear.