The Five-Year Scam
They sliced my skin open as I pushed through, but pain didn’t matter anymore.
Ten meters later, I burst onto a mountain trail, and from halfway down the slope, modern skyscrapers shimmered in the distance. When I looked back, the “lord’s estate,” the place that had stolen five years of my life, was nothing more than an old-fashioned villa hidden in the hills.
I stared at it, stunned, wanting to laugh at the absurdity, yet tears fell instead. Five years of humiliation and five years of being less than a person… Had I even been like a human to them?