Chapter 4 4

At first, I didn't believe it and started checking my own body. And sure enough, my skin is several shades lighter than usual. My legs even look slimmer, and my chest is bigger-which couldn't help but make me happy since I've struggled with a tiny bust my whole life.

My hair really surprised me. It had grown past my shoulder blades, and my peroxide blonde was now almost white, with a slight lilac tint. Quite unusual and beautiful, I must admit.

But what surprised me the most were my hands. From my wrists all the way up to my shoulders, they were covered in some kind of black tattoos!

Examining my limbs, I realized it didn't really look like typical tattoos. It was more like a design on my skin-very clear and detailed, with delicate, precise, and refined patterns. Usually, tattoos blur over time; the outlines aren't as sharp as when first done, and the colors fade slightly. But here... everything was perfect, incredible!

I actually liked the design. It consisted of a beautiful, intricate ornament intertwined with flexible stems of some plants and flowers. Although there were no actual flowers-only closed buds, one of which stood out especially large.

Looking myself over more carefully, I discovered another tattoo at the very bottom of my stomach, starting just below my belly button and trailing downward, crossing over my pubic area and... oh gods! Down there!

What a scandal! And those buds again! Though honestly, in the overall design, it was actually quite pretty.

So there I am, standing awkwardly with my panties and pajama shorts pulled aside, inspecting my newly upgraded feminine assets, when I hear a distinct whistle.

Spinning around sharply, I see two huge men watching me, whispering to each other and quietly chuckling!

I flushed red as a tomato. How embarrassing!

But all shame vanished the moment those two hulks gave me a predatory grin and started approaching, mumbling something in a language I couldn't understand.

I didn't need a translator to guess their intentions-judging by their rapidly adjusting pants, the way they kept glancing at each other, and laughing.

I've never felt this kind of fear and panic-not even when I first found myself in this strange new world.

Well, damn, Isabella! You barely got to know this strange, wonderful new world, and now two big brutes are about to violate you! Looks like my everyday life is about to get a lot more interesting... and my sexual experience too. Not sure I'll survive this, though.

I suddenly spin around and bolt, trying to escape. But my attempt is cut short before it even really starts-I crash painfully into the broad chest of another man. Like running full speed into a tree, it knocks the wind out of me.

With horror, I look up-and panic and fear freeze me solid when I see his eyes: red irises, studying me closely.

Oh my God... could he be... some kind of demon?!

I try to pull away from this monster, but grasping hands hold me tight in place. Flashing me an angry glare, the man growls something.

"I don't understand you! Let me go!" I start struggling, but it's useless.

The two men from behind approach us and say something to the big guy. After listening to them, the brute-not exactly pleasant-grabs me by the chin and begins turning my head from side to side, inspecting me closely. Then, shamelessly, he lifts my pajama shirt and looks at my stomach, slightly pulling down my shorts.

"Hey! Don't get fresh with me, you bastard!" I protest, grabbing the idiot's hand and pushing it away.

Growling, the man eyes me up and down, then with a satisfied smirk mutters something to his men.

It's clear who the boss is-those two guys lower their heads, looking disappointed and obedient.

Suddenly, my feet lifted off the ground, and in a rude, barbaric way, I was tossed over someone's shoulder and dragged off to who knows where.

My struggling, kicking, and heavy swearing lasted about twenty minutes. After that, completely exhausted, I just dangled on the man, whose strength didn't seem bothered at all by my weight-he didn't even miss a breath. He kept walking, chatting with his friends.

It seemed my fate was clear and sealed. Despair gripped my entire being, and tears were ready to burst out in a flood-when I saw we were approaching some settlement. It looked like the one I had seen from the ledge.

Before I could even feel a flicker of hope or get a good look around, they started dragging me to a shabby hut on the very outskirts-without even entering the settlement itself.

The man carrying me barked something to his friends, who laughed and walked away while I was shoved into the lair.

That's it! They've assigned me! Apparently, this huge moron will be first in line to violate me, and there's no one to save me...