Dungeon Farming: Reborn as a Dungeon Lord, cultivating life inside a cave. - Chapter 93：The Red Dryad last days of freedom.

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This chapter contain strong themes such as prostitution, **** and torture. Feel free to skip it if you don’t like the theme.

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Hello, my name is Lotus, 26 years old.

My mother, like most dryads in town, was a high class prostitute, while my father’s identity is completely unknown, though I have my guesses about him being a fire demon or dragon disguised as a human.

My birth was filled with mysteries. First, the contraceptive my mother used didn’t work. Second, she took more than 5 abortion poisons and none had any effect aside worsening her own heath, finally she gave up and what was born was the bloody red little dryad, me.

Because of my mutation, I had quite a few benefits over other from my race, such as higher strength, higher magical power, and an innate disposition toward fire magic what would put me on the genius ranking in any magical academy if I ever had the chance to enter one.

Of course not everything was good news. I was fairly sensitive to cold, didn’t exhale pheromones like other dryads and the worst part of all, my growth was 4 times slower than others of my dryad race, and 2 times slower than the human and elf races.

As my child body allowed, I helped doing chores at the brothel, washing clothes, dishes and helping with the cleaning. But after reaching fifteen years old, because of this slow growth I started being the target of many pervert desires from the perverts who frequented my old work place. Luckily a single fireball was more than enough to frustrate most of their attempts and when it failed, my tentacles were able to strangle them until they faint. but no matter what method I used I still had to hear a handful of our matriarch’s complains about the way to treat a costumer and how I would never succeed my mother if I kept that temper.

“Great! Cause I never had any intention from succeeding her anyway!”

Was the thing I always wanted to say but never had the courage to do it.

Tired of dealing with those perverts, when I reached 20 years old I finally left the brothel and started working as a blacksmith apprentice. Of course the brothel tried to stop me but at the time I had more than a few fireballs at my disposal, which weighted well in my favor when we negotiated my leave.

After that I started saving money to buy better blacksmith books to improve my craft while working along side my master to keep the house afloat.

Those six years were by far the best years of my life, not having to constantly worry about being assaulted in my sleep and having peace of mind to work and grow.

Unfortunately good times are always bound to end sooner than we expect.

One day the swamp near our town started spreading a red mist.

This red mist had all kind of different effects, some people turned more violent, others turned weak, and I myself lost most of my magical power.

Then the red moon appeared in the sky and the old prophet proclaimed a disaster would soon follow, but he was ignored like the other hundred disasters he foresee before.

Unfortunately, this time he was right.

A few days later an army of thousand orcs marched toward our town.

As a small town, it barely had walls to defend itself and it was never prepared for an attack in such scale, so when the orcs attacked, the defenses easily succumbed and all we could do was spread to all directions running for our lives.

Most people tried to use the main roads and ended up captured or killed when trying to escape. As for me and my master, we were able to sneak through the forest and safely get away.

Looking for a safe heaven, my master and I headed west toward the Grose City. Unfortunately both of us didn’t know that the road was filled with robbers and bandits.

On the third day since our escape it finally happened, as we walked through the forest path, suddenly a group of bandits surrounded us and asked for our surrender, which we obviously refused.

I fought back with everything I had but because of the red mist effects my magic became laughably weak so all I could do was rely on my body. One bandit down, two, three…finally my own body couldn’t keep up anymore and I was the one to fall.

In the end heavens were simply not on our side…. T_T

As we were brought to the bandits camp, we noticed we were not the only ones who were captured. Actually there were more than twenty people trapped in cells like us. Among them I was able to recognize not only the daughter of baker but also a few clients from the brothel my mother works.

Night arrived and the bandits wanted to test the goods but before they could put their hands on me, they were stopped by their boss saying that they could have only those who were not virgins as to not lower our market price. Fortunately I was one of the virgins and was spared the humiliation, though I can’t say the same for some other unfortunate girls.

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After being sold to the slavers, hell truly began.

Being tortured almost daily, they tried to brainwash me into a mindless doll. Fortunately or unfortunately, because of my bloodline my mind was extremely resilient making me not break no matter which kind of torture they put me through.

But even rocks will turn to sand if they are hit by water for long enough.

As the day passed, they cut my roots, whipped me, shamed me, beat me, drugged me, gave me no food nor water, and forced me to act in a subservient way all the time.

Finally when I was close to losing it, I saw a paper appear beside me in my cell.

I didn’t know where it came from, or how it reached my side. No one had entered the cell nor ordered me to sign anything.

Out of curiosity or boredom I tried reading the contract and it said something about summoning and giving up rights.

I presumed it was something to do with the slavers, maybe this was something they needed signed to make a legal sale. Honestly I wanted to tore it apart, but at that moment the fear for my life grew stronger and I decided to resign and sign it.

“Maybe life as a slave is all that is left for me…”

Tears fell from my eyes as I signed the contract using my bloody finger mark and as soon as I did the contract vanished in front of my eyes.

“W-wha..?”

I thought I was going crazy and started to cry in despair, praying to gods and devils to just free her from the pain.

Soon morning arrived again and I was pulled for another tortures session.

The pain was too much! The new wounds cried while the old wounds screamed and my mind was barely able to make sense in what was happening. Finally I was unable to resist anymore and fainted.

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I woke up again. My world was shaking. I tried to open my eyes, and barely spied a handsome man carefully carrying her with a worried look.

The man talked something but I was still too groggy to understand.

Soon the man took me somewhere with a beautiful healer.

They talked about something and soon a wonderful warm sensation filled my body, easing up my pain.

I don’t know what is going on but I had this odd feeling that I’m finally safe…