Please Kill Me

Vol. 1 Chapter 2.4: R19

Quiet and peaceful. Days followed with just the right warmth, making it impossible to feel any cold.

"It's morning, Dahlia. The magnolias have bloomed in the front yard. Come, touch them."

Upon waking up, just as long as it didn't rain, he would bring me a flower branch, one by one, and place them in my hands. From within my lace-covered eyes, I recalled and recognized the white and delicate blossoms as a memory. Beautiful magnolias. They were one of the prideful features of Count Hindleton's garden.

"After breakfast, let's take a stroll to Secretia Woods. I've made a cart for you. I've laid down soft cushions. Spring is coming to Secretia Woods."

And changes occurred within my body as well. Day by day, as I ate the food he provided, slept dreamless nights, I felt my body gradually transforming. Bit by bit, flesh started to accumulate on my cheeks and waist, filling my chest with a different plumpness each day.

"The rosy color flowing through your entire body makes you truly resemble a delicate Dahlia flower."

In the morning, Lambert would comb my hair, just like adorning my eyes with delicate lace, and then he would intricately style my hair, gathering it together. Since returning to his side, everything felt so natural and profoundly fulfilling.

He spent the whole day feeding me, dressing me, bathing me, holding me close, letting me breathe in the outside air from the cart, basking in the sunlight, carefully lifting me up, laying me down on the bed, and putting me to nap. And when I woke up at the right time, he would feed me the next meal. On days when I ate too much and had trouble digesting, he would massage my feet. When he pressed the tender spots on the soles of my feet with his fingers, my stomach would feel relieved, allowing me to fall asleep comfortably.

As those days repeated, I became quite healthy. I felt a new energy surging within my body, as if I could walk on my own two feet. So, on a day when I finally made up my mind to try walking on my own two feet without Lambert helping me with great care, as if handling a baby bird with a broken leg, and when I assured him that I didn't have to be lifted up.

Suddenly, a sharp and heavy pain struck my lower body, and I couldn't exert any strength in my legs. The intention to get up from the bed and take a few steps vanished, replaced by a discomforting sensation as my waist gradually twisted. Unbeknownst to me, I found myself writhing in pain, groaning, unable to control my whole body.

"Dahlia, Dahlia!"

Lambert, who was coming towards me with a tray of food, held it with his own hands and approached me with a worried voice. His hand trembled as he touched my forehead to check my complexion.

"Where does it hurt? Why? Where does it hurt?"

"L-L-Leg... Waist... Stomach..."

The pain, at times bearable, became unpleasant and persistently tormented my legs, waist, and stomach, among other places. It felt as if a sudden heaviness and stiffness weighed upon my chest. I had a strange sensation of my body not being my own, trapped in a suffocating and oppressive feeling, longing to escape.

"Oh, Dahlia. I'll bring a warm water bag, just wait a moment."

While I writhed in agony, unable to properly comprehend what was happening within my body, Lambert seemed to have sensed it before me. He brought a warm water bag and placed it on my stomach. Then, he slowly removed my blood-soaked underwear that had become a mess from the blood flowing between my legs.

"Don't be startled, Dahlia. It seems like you're having menstrual cramps. I'll brew some primrose tea for you. It would be good to place this between your legs."