She was already so filthy—if he was going to torture her to death, wouldn't it be better to do it outside? That way, she wouldn't contaminate this place.
A Girl Named Mibu Asaka (5.2K)
Of course, she had tried to leave.
But the room door had been locked from the outside, and she simply could not open it. In the end, she gave up.
Perhaps because there was nowhere left to retreat to, perhaps because she had already given up hope, she had abandoned any intention of resisting.
Yet she was still anxious about what might happen to her next. As Mahiro entered the room, the fear in the girl's eyes grew stronger and stronger. Her face gradually turned pale, and her entire body trembled.
Especially when Mahiro walked toward her, she squeezed herself completely into the corner.
It seemed that the hard wall behind her was safer and more dependable than he was.
When he reached out his hand, the girl simply shut her eyes tightly and hugged her head.
"..."
His original intention of patting her head vanished at once.
Mahiro even began to doubt himself. Was he really that scary?
"Forget it. I'll cook first."
Shaking his head gloomily, Mahiro got up and headed for the kitchen. He tossed in the food he had just bought, then took out several vegetables and cuts of meat.
If he wanted to get close to the girl, he would have to take it one step at a time. It really felt like raising a pet; cats and the like were usually this frightened when they first arrived at a new home.
Once let out of their cages, they would hide away in some tiny corner and refuse to come out.
In the kitchen.
The pot of rice was steaming away.