13.2 A Pitiful Human, Yet a Resilient One

His shoe twitched as if he were about to kick me. I immediately curled up and covered my head with both arms. I was terrified. If I were hit by that kick, my ribs would simply snap, and if I were unlucky, my internal organs might rupture. I had resolved that if he killed me, so be it, but that required courage. As a human who had been pushed this far by fear, I was weak. My true heart wanted to beg for forgiveness and plead for my life. However, consumed by terror, no words came out. A man who was usually so eloquent could only let out sobbing moans when he truly had to plead for his life.

“Hngh….”

“….”