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Marked by the Monsters I Created

Chapter 7 Hidden Space and Deadly Intent

Word Count: 1031    |    Released on: 09/06/2026

gained his composure and ha

er fingertip wound accidenta

h.

She sucked in a sharp breath and her

about to hit the ground,

nstinctively brought her hurt finger

. The cut was deeper than before. Now the salt crys

suddenly hit her.

, but she had to take the blame. She

t to cry in front

s. She waved her hand dismissively. "Go back

y eyes and tightly presse

to give blood. The second cut was pretty deep. But she di

mirked and turned tow

ckly became

were scattered a

blanket in her tent, holding her inj

ll bothered her. The resentment in her

he knew the

m plasma whips, the sca

ir bones. But those things rea

ucky person who had

but had to bear all the hatre

ted up. It felt like carrying an overheated energy c

touch it. The blood drop on her fingertip ha

vibration came f

e hand yanked it away. Her vision was i

was

d herself in a virtual space surrounded by flow

ind. It was about five cubic mete

nal stora

denly became clear. Wild

e her actually contained a

activate this bio-i

would make everyth

the more excited she got. She e

space once. After making sure ther

synthetic fiber blanket in her tent. The necklace temperat

amine it closely. The bloodstain on the

ated. She tried to put a folded the

ed on it, the therma

The blanket appeared ste

ally

hing from excitement. She

hose assholes know

y broke contracts with the bastards, having t

m the tent corner, some nutrition bars, and part of the mineral salt crystal

better stuff. Even if they noticed missing items, they woul

e dusted off her hands.

blood and getting scared - Maya was

anket and curled into a ball.

cessfully broke all contracts and found several

etly lifted her tent flap an

reached out to grab Ma

n leg. Suddenly she felt something wrapping tightly aro

't make a sound. The food in front of her became blurr

impers from her throat. Her consciou

pen. Her pupils dilat

king especially cold in the moonlight. Those eyes that were usually b

her throat with difficulty. Her voice be

gers tight

be crushed. She desperately grabbed his

e said brokenly. Black spots s

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Marked by the Monsters I Created
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“Maya Cross woke up in a nightmare-trapped in the body of a sadistic villain who'd tortured five powerful beastmen into submission. Good news? She finally had the power to break their bonds and set them free. Bad news? They were stranded on a dying ship surrounded by Zerg swarms, with zero rescue coming. The first was Caleb, a snake beastman whose red eyes burned with pure hatred. Every time he looked at her, she saw the memory of chains and venom extraction. The second was Finn, an aquatic beastman whose scales she'd ripped off one by one. He could barely stand to be in the same room without his hands shaking with rage. The third was Sage, a griffin beastman she'd tormented so badly he barely went a day without fresh wounds. The fourth was Hunter, a lion beastman she'd mocked relentlessly, calling his beast form hideous and grotesque. The fifth was Jasper, a fox beastman whose face she'd scarred so badly he'd lost his consortium inheritance. "Protect me until I find my father," Maya told them, drawing her own blood, "and I'll give you what you need to break our bond." Caleb laughed bitterly. "Since when do you make deals instead of demands?" "Since we're all dead if we don't work together." But when survival depends on trust, can a torturer become a savior-or will her victims choose revenge over rescue?”