Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate Is Hunter: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

I dragged my tired body forward, moving heavily from a limp. The sweat on my forehead kept pouring out, and my back ached as the cold wind blew past me.I have never struggled like this. I have never been so helpless. I have never felt so close to death.I try to hold back the pain and move faster. Suddenly, I tripped over a dead tree branch on the way, causing me to fall face down on the ground.I turned over, seemingly having no strength left to stand up. The starless black sky is exactly like my dark mood right now.A bitter feeling crept into my heart, my nose was suddenly painful, and the corners of my eyes were also hot. I want to cry like children, want to say all the frustrations in my heart, and want a warm embrace to hug me when I am most helpless.It seems like a simple thing that anyone can do, but I am not. My adoptive father taught me that 'blood can flow, but tears must never fall,' and 'all resentments in the heart must not be shown. A good hunter must not be weak!', '

*POV Aliyah“Hey, wake up! Hurry up! Wake up!”Is someone calling me? I'm already dead! Did I go to hell?Pain is felt from the abdomen. The voice was also more unmistakable; it was a man's voice, “wake up, bitch! Damn you…”He scolded me with profanity as he continued to kick me in the stomach a few more challenging times. My ears are ringing, and I can't hear him clearly, but I can be sure this painful feeling is natural. I'm not dead yet, right?I suddenly grabbed the foot that was kicking my stomach. Open your eyes wide and look up at the owner of this leg. It was a middle-aged man with a bushy beard that covered half his face.He opened his eyes wide and looked at me in panic. Maybe he didn't expect me to act so suddenly. After a few seconds, he regained consciousness. His face showed shame and anger. He shouted, “Let go! Bastard.” Then he swung his leg out of my hand and wanted to kick me hard.But I reacted in time. I rolled backward, causing him to miss his kick into the air.

Thanks to Zoe, I learned a lot of helpful information about this logging area. My thoughts were correct; the cheapest thing here is life. If the enslaved person did anything wrong, even the most minor thing, they could be severely punished. Or if the soldiers weren't happy, they could kill the enslaved people at will. Enslaved people have no resistance; they can only endure and are always afraid, not knowing they will die at any time.An enslaved person's day is straightforward. Wake up at four in the morning to start work. Soldiers assign the job, but it couldn't be more stable because there are many incidents that occur frequently. Then, depending on the progress of the work, the time to finish the work will be different; sometimes, it will end very late.After work, the enslaved people would have an hour to eat, their only meal of the day. After eating, the enslaved people would gather in a large house called a 'sleeping house.' It says it's a house, but it's actually just a place

As I walked past Ashe, I looked at her with cold murderous eyes and gave her a defiant smile. I could see Ashe's body trembling instinctively. She must have been afraid of me from the bottom of her heart, but on the surface, she was trying to glare at me for the sake of her face. If I went up to her and scared her, I think she might get so freaked out that she peed her pants.I followed the guy out. After a while, he suddenly said, “I warned you, but you don't believe it. Now you have to bear the consequences yourself.”I walked behind the guy so I couldn't see his expression, but I heard his tone of reproach. I shrugged and said coldly, “thanks for the reminder.”The guy didn't seem pleased with my carefree attitude, so he snorted loudly so I could hear him. Could I clarify what he means by that attitude? I thought the enslaved people here were all emotionless, but he seems to be the exception.After walking a bit, he turned his head to ask me a bunch of questions, “you know Ashe, be

In the days that followed, no one recognized me except Brian. I used to think that he would quietly tell others about my disguise, but he completely concealed it for me without a hint of evil. Maybe I was too suspicious, or Brian was up to something more sinister than exposing me right now.Ashe didn't recognize me at all. She used every means to find me these days, even inquired from the soldier who punished me that day but failed. That made her very angry.From then on, everyone thought I had run away. The soldiers were furious because an enslaved person had fled without anyone knowing. They began to patrol more strictly and brutally suppress the enslaved people. Brian was interrogated because that night, he was the one who took me away to pay the fine. Even though Brian was tortured during interrogation, he didn't tell my story.I felt sorry for Brian a lot. Luckily he wasn't tortured to death. If he died because of me, I would blame myself very much. Although I don't like slaves w