Several wooden arrows fell to the ground, their sound drawing the attention of the 30 or so people in the room, 8 women 2 fully clothed, they stood in the leading group, their bodies wearing the identical suits and tags as the woman that Alex and his group found in room 101 on the first floor, people that Mildred knew well, the ones that caused her to suffer so much trauma.

"Mills?" Samantha noticed her strangeness too late as several males began rushing towards them, armed with knives and swords, their eyes fierce, looking at the two women. In contrast, Mildred's body began to confuse, her eyes dilating; she wanted to think she could face them, that with this power she gained, she could have her revenge.

Yet...

'Why is my body not working? What's wrong with my mind... I cannot move... I'm scared.... they are coming... I will die..... Alex... Please save me...'historical

Samantha chose to defend Mildred, her body rushing forward as her spear sliced through the air, sending the males back, while two women aimed with crossbows, their eyes seemingly dead likely hiding their wounds under those tightly wrapped clothes; both parties understood, both Mildred and the two women named Gemma and Tracy.

"Mildred!"

Blades sliced through the air as silver clashed, with bright sparks, despite her tired body and dazed friend who stood there, or instead now knelt there fixated on the group ahead, seeing faces she knew well, her hands trembling worse than from an hour of archery, her teeth began to rattle in her mouth as she wanted to run away, hide and be safe, forgetting all her trauma, those horrible moments and memories all flooding back to her.

Clang!

"Ugh! Damn slut, dare cut my face!? I'll make sure you scream for repentance later!" A man roared, his face covered in blood from the swipe of Samantha's spear.

immediately, two people took advantage and slashed at her thighs, lowering her speed as her dress tore even further, the tanned flesh now stained red, as Samantha bit her lower lip, irritated that she could quickly kill these bastards if not for the gauntlet of fights.

A clack of metal rang out, followed by a sickening thud as one of the crossbow bolts slammed into Samantha's shoulder, making her stumble backwards before the bolt snapped cleanly in half, the force of impact forcing her to drop the weapon.

"Ugh! Fuckers!"

Another arrow whizzed overhead, piercing a nearby table and shattering the glass upon the surface.

In response to this, Sam continued to slash at the attackers with her spare sword, as if possessed, using everything she had learned during training sessions, the blades slicing through throats, arms and legs, until finally, she hit a nerve, sending a wave of paralysis washing over her opponent.

She immediately turned and leapt forwards, smashing into the next closest assailant, knocking him to the ground before kicking him in the stomach, twisting her leg and pushing upward into a total body throw, slamming him against the wall.

He slumped over, unconscious or dead, as blood poured from his cracked skull with a grey matter.

Now free of restraints, Samantha looked over to see Mildred unmoving. Her eyes were wide open, tears oozing down her cheeks, her mouth wide open, jittering as her eyes stared blankly at nothing, her shoulders twitching slightly as though she had some seizure.

'I need to fight harder.... darling is coming... he'll surely save us... I won't lose! Not until I tell him how I feel! Without the damn curse or being forced! I will survive alone... and tell Alexander the feelings I've had for over two years!'

"You bastards are pushing your luck! Hah!"

With renewed vigour, she charged again, dodging spears and slashing wildly. One female was sent flying after taking multiple slashes across her torso, leaving behind a trail of blood as she crashed onto a couch and slid to the far side of the room.

Another went sprawling as Samantha swung her blade with incredible ferocity, severing tendons and muscles from his arm, causing him to cry out in agony before collapsing beside the others.

Finally, the last male blocked Samantha's blade with his makeshift iron shield, blocking the blade quickly. But Samantha wasn't done yet. Rather than letting herself get knocked backwards, she grabbed hold of his hair, yanking him close enough so that their noses touched, giving her better leverage.

Then, she smashed her forehead right into his, driving her fist straight through his cheekbone, breaking it instantly. His body jerked violently, dropping the shield and pulling Samantha along as he stumbled backwards, crashing heavily into a table.

Samantha landed gracefully atop it, crouching low as a red mist began to flow from her body, but the wounds that were slowly healing began to split apart and deepen; she was exerting herself as she saw three men near Mildred; two were standing and looking down at her with mocking grins, while the last was squatting in front of her, his hand touching her chin, with a lustrous grin as he seemed to be verbally abusing her.

"Mildred!"

Clack!

Another crossbow bolt shot in her way, as more people blocked her path, now more than seven people in between them.

"Oho, if it isn't the little slut Mildred~ what's the matter? Did you miss our cocks so much you came back? They survived that zombie horde... what a good girl. Do you remember who took your first time?"

The male with short black hair and blue eyes taunted her as she stared blankly at the three men, scenes of a week ago playing in her mind; the confidence and self-value she had began to shatter, the pact she made with Alex. 'Why am I so pathetic!? Your enemies are right there! Slice his throat, torture him!'

Her thoughts were filled with anger, despising her weak self as she realised why Alex forced her to watch that scene of the girls killing their violators; it wasn't to send any message or rally them.

It was because he knew she was weak, that she was one of the girls that gave up... he had been seeing her clearly from the start!

'Alex... I'm scared... I don't want this... I don't want them to touch me... only you... I want YOU to touch me..!'

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Inside her chest, like a car's engine revving wildly, her blood began to pump, the ghoulish blood she had resisted and denied, feelings towards Alex that she locked away because of her trauma, feeling all men were disgusting, still feeling that way, but to her.

Alex was something different; he was special... the way he never forced her to do anything, nor asked of her... yet always treated her with extra care... and she repaid it with false service, planning to betray or leave him and take some of the girls with her...

'I was so stupid....'

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Her green eyes became duller, fading as her mind slipped into a sense of madness, no longer thinking straight as the male caressed her cheek, his disgusting words no longer reaching her ears, as she only focused on the powerful presence. He was close; she needed to hang on, no matter what... she MUST resist!

A burning flame, that's the feeling she had in her stomach, the anger, self-hatred, disgust and despair all bundling into a storm of emotions, causing her body to shudder, filled with a surge of energy as her eyes began to turn red, her face seemed to fill with dark veins, blood pumping around her veins as it brought a sense of release, she felt powerful and free!

The blood was the ghoul's blood.

"Hey, look at this. Isn't this what you missed?" The male unzipped his pants as the emaciated flesh began to expand, but Mildred's blood-red eyes, it was laughable to even compare this thing to the man who filled her mind.

The hand was disgusting.

His breath smelled like shit.

Her ears felt sore from his voice

That small thing was embarrassing to show.

"Tiny... so small....like a weenie..." Her voice was distorted, strange, nothing like the typical Vesta when they transformed, as her eyes were filled with black colour, her face filled with ghastly thick veins with a dark blue and black colour, making her look monstrous, muscles beginning to bulge and writhe under her flesh as her hands deformed into sharp claws.

At the same time, her mind became distant, blurry and unstable.

A sense of dread and fear began to overtake all the people inside the room. In contrast, Mildred's body began to move in strange ways.

Her neck snapped, looking at everyone from a 90-degree angle with pure red and black eyes with no pupils, while her lips began to split at each side, forming a vast slice in her mouth like the slit-mouth woman.

"What the fuck?!" The male ignored the insult to his crotch instead, shuddering as a deep sense of fear overtook him.

The two men behind reached for their swords but dropped them as their hands trembled, the tiny weenie flopping down as it began to spurt a yellow streak of fluid in the male's horror.