Mortal Prison Chapter 137: Internal response

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The strange woman came again, with disheveled hair and tattered first-line brand-name clothes. She squatted in front of the leather mattress and helped me make the bed. She also cleaned up the soot from the dry cigarette that Ngawang, the unscrupulous old man who had no descendants, knocked on the ground. , works very carefully.

I noticed that there were scars on her hands, which were obvious scars from burns and whipping, but she quickly retracted her hands into the worn cotton clothes and picked up a copper pot placed next to the floor. The first time he spoke to me, his voice was very low: "Do you want to relieve yourself?"

Don't tell me, I really meant this, so I looked at her even more surprised: "How do you know?"

"You have always been at my service. The master wants me to strictly control your diet every day. It's almost time."

The woman asked in a low voice: "Can you stand up?"

I nodded hesitantly.

The woman came up again and carefully helped me up. After recovering for a while, I could barely stand, but I couldn't walk more than a few steps before I started to sweat all over my body.

Then I saw the woman holding the copper pot above her head and kneeling in front of me.

I don’t understand: “What are you doing?”

The woman lowered her eyebrows and said submissively: "Please relieve yourself."

I looked at the copper pot she was holding in her hand. It seemed to be a chamber pot, similar in appearance to a teapot, but the mouth was particularly thick...

The woman put the chamber pot on her head to make it easier for me. I grabbed my belt and couldn't take off my pants.

This is something that even the most evil feudalism rarely does, but is it still happening in this day and age?

I didn’t move, and the woman kept holding the chamber pot on her head. Later, I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I took a step back with my weak body and said with a wry smile: “What’s your name?”

"Master calls me maidservant."

The woman knelt on the ground and responded like this, refusing to say her real name. I asked her several times, but she always said that she would be called maidservant and that she would be a lowly slave for the rest of her life.

If she didn’t say anything, I simply stopped asking.

This woman's words and deeds are very weird. I think there are only two possibilities. Either she doesn't dare to talk to me, or she has been severely brainwashed and doesn't regard herself as a person at all.

Just imagine, if a person is told that he is a dog since he was a child, will he still feel that he is a human being when he grows up?

However, I think she may be in the first case.

"Forget it, you'd better go out and I'll do it myself."

I really can't do anything that is convenient for others, and I don't know which pervert came up with it. Men can't be sure when they pee. If someone puts a chamber pot on their head and just throws it away, that's not Are you feeling irritated on your face?

The woman went out with her head lowered.

Before leaving, I finally got some useful information from her - today is the third day of February.

Calculating the time, there are still twelve days until I get married to Mei Duo, so I still have room to do something.

I was hit by the **** incense, and I had no strength to walk. Two sturdy men were guarding the door, and I couldn't get out. The yurt became the only place where I could move, and that woman was also the most person I could come into contact with.

I observed her for two days, and I felt that she was different from the people here. Whether it was her dress or behavior, it told me that she was from outside and was different from the people in this tribe. It was very possible that she was from outside. She was also a victim and was trained into a female slave.

I decided to test her.

At one o'clock in the morning on the third day, the big man guarding outside was getting ready to change shifts. This is the rule. They will change shifts at this time every night. The woman will also come to my place at this time to take care of my bed and food. During the time, the guards outside will complete their shift.

As soon as the guard left, I immediately walked towards the door and pretended to run away.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door curtain of the yurt, I saw a woman walking through the wind and snow. When she saw me, her eyes widened significantly, and her pace quickened instantly. She rushed up, grabbed me, and dragged me back. In the yurt, I was exhausted and couldn't resist her, so she pushed me onto the floor.

At this time, there was a rustling sound outside, and two more big men came over from shift change.

"You can't run away. After you exit this door, there are still people guarding outside the camp."

The woman whispered something in my ear, then got up and continued working, and left after finishing her work.

The next day, I waited all day, but the old man Nga Wang didn’t come. He seemed to be busy organizing his granddaughter’s wedding and didn’t care about other things at all.

What does this mean?

It means that the woman did not report my attempt to escape last night!

That night, I drank all the butter tea she brought me. I was in a good mood, and I became more and more thorough about this woman's identity and thoughts.

After eating and drinking, I leaned on the floor and watched the woman working with interest. When she was almost finished cleaning up, I grabbed her when she passed by me.

She was probably surprised by my strength and looked at me in surprise. Her long hair still covered her face and she only had one pair of eyes.

Until now, I have never seen her appearance.

"Are you human?"

I raised my head and looked at her with a smile, and asked: "You are not a maid, you are a human being just like me. We are the same, right?"

The woman shuddered.

I pointed outside and lowered my voice and laughed: "And those outside are all monsters, right? They are different from us!"

The woman's body trembled hard again.

I didn't need her answer, so I said to myself: "You may have heard that I was caught by them because I hunted and killed a strange bird that no one had ever seen before, and I was injured. It's just that birds are monsters just like these things outside. I am the one who hunts them. But now I have no strength and I am trapped here and can't get out. I need someone to help me move around outside so that we can There is help."

The woman waved her hands and wanted to walk out.

I almost used all my strength to catch her and said with a smile: "You don't have to rush to answer me. There are still several days before my wedding. You can think about it carefully. If you don't want to have a headache on your head, If you put on a chamber pot and let people pee, then you come to me. We are the same, we are all human beings, and everyone has his own way of living!"

The woman finally broke away from me and left quickly.

The next day, she came, but as usual, she said nothing.

She seemed to have completely forgotten what I told her, going in through the left ear and out through the right ear.

Another day passed, at night, it seemed to be colder outside, and the wind sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The woman was packing things in my yurt, and Danba barged in drunkenly. He smelled of alcohol and was staggering when he walked. He grinned at me, pointed at the woman and said, "Brother, I can borrow this." Use it, you humble servant!"

After saying that, he grabbed the woman.

Fear burst out from the woman's eyes, and this person who couldn't hold back a fart with three sticks finally let out a piercing scream, but she was still driven out by the big and round Dambala.

Damba is a savage and chose the place outside my yurt. I can hear the screams of women and the voices of men saying "Uh-huh."

I clenched my fists subconsciously, furious in my heart, and secretly cursed this **** for not being afraid of the cold wind freezing his butt.

I really want to rush out, but this is difficult for a person who is unsteady when walking, let alone fighting someone.

I was deeply impressed by every scream of a woman, it was a cry from the soul.

That night, the woman never came back, but there was always crying outside my yurt.

It was daybreak and the crying was quieter, but the woman hadn’t come yet.

It wasn’t until noon, when I was almost starving to death, that a woman came in a hurry. She didn’t bring food as usual. After looking around for a while, she knelt down in front of me and took out a small paper bag from her arms. He stuffed it into my hand and whispered: "This is medicine. Lighting the fire and smelling it will help you regain your strength. I have to go. They are preparing for the wedding. Everyone is helping. Remember what you said and be sure to run away." Take me with you. I will come back later."

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