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Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 901    |    Released on: Today at 15:43

ing through the dirty windows was blinding after the

fa, in the shadow of the overturned

ll shivering. The bandages she had left him were wrapped around his torso in

the bottle of disinfectant. She moved slowly, making sure

gainst his head. He pressed himself harder i

g herself to his level. She held up her hands, showing

voice soft. "If you don't clean

led in his eyes. The original owner's memor

er away. She placed the bottle between them. "I won't

lled with confusion. She was right. She had given h

g. Current status: Extreme

rd, moving slowly. She reached out and gently to

es shut, biting his lip hard enough

knot, her touch light. She avoided the raw skin. Her hands were

stared at her hands, confu

front door e

g wood was deafening. I

tall, his shoulders broad. His silver hair was disheveled, and his clothes

rr. The w

d labor in the city. He had been workin

er Angel. He saw the bottle of disinfectant in h

forcing something on the boy. The memories of the original ow

its. A deep, terrifying roar ripped from

an Harlan. He crossed

His grip was crushing. He yanked h

rd. She couldn't catch her footing, stumbling back several clumsy steps under th

nd violent. Pain flared across her back an

chest heaving, his eyes wild with fury. "You promised! Yo

hed herself up, wincing. Her hand was cut, bl

furious Denton, then at the bleeding Ina. He opened hi

beg. She just stared at him, her eyes cold and assessing. It was the

r eyes threw him off. This wasn't t

er hand on her pants. Her voice was low,

I can donate them for you. Loo

loor. There lay the disinfectant, the cotton pads, and

k at Angel, noticing for the first time that the messy bandage

er drained from his face, re

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Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts
Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts
“I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat. A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt. The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men. I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser? It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot. I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness. "The crazy woman you knew before is dead." I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.”