"What a useless brat!"
"It seems I made a mistake underestimating a six-year-old like you!"
"I didn't expect you to be this stubborn and endure such a beating!"
"Whatever, I think we should throw her into the dungeon for now. We'll resume the interrogation tomorrow. She'll be forced to talk eventually!"
"Agreed. We'll beat the confession out of her tomorrow."
"I'm exhausted dealing with her."
As soon as they finished speaking, they grabbed the young girl—who was collapsing on the interrogation table—by the back of her collar and dragged her toward the dungeon. They threw her into the cell with brutal force. Then, they heartlessly turned their backs and walked away as if nothing had happened.
They left the poor girl lying there motionless, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as if she were on the brink of death. Her body was covered in deep, severe wounds. Her vision began to blur, and she was drifting into a state of semi-consciousness.
Yet, despite her condition, a flicker of awareness remained. Perhaps it was her immense hatred that fueled a strange, surging passion within her mind. It was this primal instinct that kept her from losing consciousness entirely. Her eyes, however, remained chillingly hollow and empty.
Summoning the last of her strength, she clenched her fists and grit her teeth in agonizing persistence.
"Dammit! I hate all of you... you wicked mages!"
"It's all because of you that I'm suffering in this miserable state!"
"If I ever get out of this hellhole, I will slaughter and torture every single one of you bastards!"
"I'll make you feel the horrific agony and sorrow—both in mind and body—that we are forced to endure!"
Suddenly, amidst her rage and hatred, just as she was about to succumb to darkness, a mysterious voice echoed from nowhere:
"If you desire revenge that much, then come... set me free!"
"I shall help you satisfy your deepest yearning for vengeance!"
"What do you say?"