Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

The table lamp's flame inside the tent flickered as the winter's wind rustled the leaves outside. The light cast the shadow of the man in front of me on the cloth walls as he unfastened his pants after having removed his armor and the rest of his clothes.

The naked man stood before me and looked down at me with a piercing stare. Multiple things were going on in my mind but at that time all I could feel was the state of numbness my body had entered.

He moved forward and then bent down on his knees, despite that he was still a hand taller than me. He pushed me back and pinned me to the ground with his big hands and began to rip apart the little clothing I had.

As I watched him tear off the fabric my mother had woven by her warm and loving hands, the burning and smoldering sensation inside me raised another level, but just as before, I wasn't able to figure out what I was feeling, or what it meant.

It was confusing, and frustrating.

You would think that I'd have been scared, screaming and struggling to somehow escape from the grip of that devil, however the actual situation was quite different.

Rather than myself I was more focused on the noises coming from the tent on my right side; it was where the other man had taken Roe to.

The violent wind grew quiet and I was able to hear the tearing of her clothes, the sickening laugh of that bastard as he restrained her from moving, and her futile cries of helpness and failed attempts of resistance.

I was worried about her even before I realized it. I shouldn't have been, but I was.

I think I would've dwelled on it forever but I was forced to shift my attention when the man above me grabbed my face tightly with his hand and pushed his lips on mine. I tried to keep my mouth close, but it was just another useless attempt.

His breath stank and his mouth was filthy, I could've vomited right into my mouth if they'd given me to eat anything before. At one point, I wished dying would've been a better option than this.

He captured my tiny hands and interlocked my fingers with his, then he lifted me up and smacked me on a barrel that was inside the tent. He made me sit on top of the barrel and spread my legs apart, his face turning into a devilish grin as he licked his lips.

The man was about to defile me, yet for some reason, I was feeling absolutely nothing.  Probably because my mind was lost in finding the reason behind the burning and smoldering feeling in my heart.

It was like a spark that lit up at times but vanished before I could find where it came from. At that moment, all my attention was directed toward finding the cause of this sensation.

I was tangled up in it so much that I failed to notice when the screams coming from the outside, which were originally Roe's, had now been mixed with the painful groans of grown men.

Although the bastard before me was not so sensitive. Granted, he was not too cautious or mindful either. He noticed the screams and spat a few words looking outside the tent but then turned his attention back at me.

He slapped his thing between my legs and leaned in close to my face, he lifted my face and kissed me again, forcefully inserting his tongue inside my mouth. He thrusted his hips forward, and I felt a stinging pain spread throughout my body.

The bastard seemed to enjoy this, as he kept thrusting again and again without caring for whatever pain I experienced. He leaned his back to take a breath and he laughed as he did that.

And there was it again, the spark. The burning and smoldering feeling which aroused from deep within my heart. It was an intensely strong emotion, that much I could tell. But what I couldn't was the cause for it, for where it was directed. All I had were questions.

Why was my village burned? Why were my parents killed? Why was I getting ravished by this bastard? Why was I feeling like a lifeless doll while he gets to laugh and enjoy himself?

I could not forget the sight of my parents' bodies. In the condition I'd found them… Why did I have to see all that? Why?

I framed all these questions in my mind and looked at them again and again and again and again, until I found the answer. That was when it all came crashing down, and I got what I was looking for.

All my questions and doubts had the same answer, and it was the war that was going on between the five kings and their kingdoms.

My village was burned because one king wanted to assault the other. My parents were killed because we lived in a world that was burning in the flames of that war. I was getting ravished by this bastard because he was sent here by his king. I was feeling like a lifeless doll because the kings and their war had robbed me of everything I held dear.

As I recognized and embarrassed that answer, it grew more and more clear the more I thought about it. All things started to make sense, and finally I knew the cause…and as I discovered this, what once had been a spark erupted into a flame.

The emotion rooting deep inside me was of intense hatred, of the urge of revenge. And it was aimed at the five kings and their war, they were the reason I lost everything, thus I intended to destroy them as well. The difference in power didn't matter to me.

I had trouble figuring it out because it was an emotion I was not familiar with, I had never felt such a strong urge of revenge. But I understood it now, and I decided to accept it as well.

The flame of hatred and revenge burned at such limits no real fire could, and though it was ultimately targeted toward the kings who were the reason for this war, it first caught and burned whoever was close.

The bastard leaned close again and forced me into a kiss, the difference was that this time I didn't resist, instead I accepted it gracefully.

His tongue invaded my mouth again and though it tasted like shit I had to bear with it. I closed my eyes and thought about what I was going to do one last time. This was only to be expected, since there will be no going back once I begin.

I had no fear of getting caught by the other knights, since now that mind had been cleared I was noticing the screaming coming from outside and knew that they weren't for nothing. I was now also painfully aware of my surroundings, of the insides of the tent.

I strengthened my resolve, and it was decided just like that.

Opening my eyes I looked straight at the bastard, he had his shut because he was enjoying the moment as his tongue moved inside my mouth…that was what I wanted.

I lifted my jaw a bit and rolled back my own tongue to the starting of my throat, then with the final thought I smashed my teeth together and closed my mouth shut wildly like a beast taking a bite out of his prey.

All the pleasure left the man and he backed off, covering his bloodied mouth and screaming as hard as he could. Although the fact that he could not scream at all no matter how hard he tried didn't change.

Blood dripped down his mouth even though he was using both his hands to cover his lips. His eyes were widened to their limit and seemed as if they would pop out any time now.

I stepped down from the barrel and for a second I staggered a bit since it was still true that he had defiled me and invaded my body, even if for a while. However, I held myself and kept the balance.

Since I was aware of my surroundings, I was aware of the lamp lying on the desk beside me too. I stretched out my hand, grabbed the lamp, and swung it hard at the man's head.

I was originally aiming for the skull but since his height was quite a bit I ended up hitting him on the side of his face.

The glass on the lamp broke along with its container, causing the oil to spill all over him while he experienced the backlash of the hit and took two steps back before falling onto his knees.

I'd released the lamp from my grip as soon as it hit the man and I was sure that I'd hit him. This caused the lamp to fall on the man and the flame burning inside it, which was no longer restrained by the wall of glass, was free to wander outside and touch the oil drenched bastard.

It did that, in fact. And in no time the oil over him caught fire and the bastard was set burning as he struggled and despaired on the ground. One thing that gave me the chills was that despite all the pain he was not able to utter a single word of grief or suffering.

That made me remember something else, and as soon as I did I opened my mouth and spat out the bastard's tongue I had in my mouth. I would have barfed right there if there had been any food in my stomach.