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It has been a year sense I lost my freedom. A year I witnessed my father and mate die before my eyes. The bandits took me and my sister for sex then sold us as slaves. My sweet innocent sister took her own life after a month. Today I avenged her. Of course I could have escaped at any time. I am strong willed enough after I noticed the defect of the slave collar on my neck. Stupid bandits eager for a quick coin used a cheap collar on me. But I also knew I could not just run. There would be no point to my life then.

A year ago I was traveling with my family and mate back from the city where we watched the hero parade. A rare event where a hero is summoned to save the world from a demon lord and right the wrongs of the world. My sister shined brightly in happiness that day. Then the ambush. The first to go was father. He took an arrow to the heart. My sister stayed with him till they dragged her away. Me and my mate were adventurers. I was B rank as he is C. We were a good pair who cared for another sense younglings. Still, I acted on emotion when they touched my sister and left my mate's back exposed. The rest is obvious. They kept us for a week as they traveled. Doing all the manner of sick things to us you could imagine.

After arriving at the brothel our bodies were healed of the scars of the bandits before our wings and tails were cut down. A sadistic practice of stripping a limb from one while healing over and over occurred. Eventually our bodies gave up trying to heal. Exactly what they wanted. Then our education began. After three weeks of not seeing my sister again I saw her being carried away for a brief moment. With my sharp eyes I saw she clawed her own neck trying to get the collar off. Resulting in her death. It took them six months to tame me enough to be with customers after that. Even then I got my revenge in subtle ways. Bites on husbands nether regions. Missing family heirlooms. I even managed to stab one client in the chest with his own knife when he was toying with me with it.

Eventually however my fighting began to wane from the abuse and lack of food. I began to claw at my own collar. Unhappily finding it defective and barely managing to contain my glee. So I plotted my revenge. I waited till the next time those bandits came to give new girls. Two humans, an elf and another lesser dragon kin. A child from my village. She was already broken from crying already when I enacted my plan. The one I was with was an adventurer. As he was on me I cast a stun spell on him and quickly took him out quietly. He had some nice gear. After that it was to the brothel master to take the slave master key and kill him. He pissed his pants in fear as I smiled as I slit his throat and watched him drown in his own blood. I might have made it quick if he was more gentle, but likely not. After that I went to each slaves room and killed the one they were with before freeing them. A few of them had nice equipment too. One even put up a fight. However he was already tired from his passion and I was full of rage. After that it became a blur.

I quickly found myself back in my old village and found the little ones grandmother and told what has happened. I left the money I gathered with her and went to the nearby monastery to pray. As I started to confess what I had done to the gods several of the royal guard from the capitol came. They watched me as a knelt with a lowered head and told softly the tale and deeds of the last year of my life. I thought perhaps they were there to question me about the brothel but when they heard what I had done to break out they put hands on their swords. I closed my eyes ready for the end as I was knocked out.

After coming to I woke inside a prison. For three days I waited before a trial. Once again I told my story. Several times I was told that I lied. That I intended to kill the hero by seducing him. He found me attractive because I always fought him. I never knew he was a hero. I did not care. If he was a hero he should have seen my fighting as attempts to be free of a wrong. He should have right an injustice. Instead he took the comfort of my womb in heat. Still I told my story in full. I leave my fate to the gods. My death now or later. As long as I see my sister in the heavens.

As I waited for the nonsense to end and the final decision to be made the room went dark and smoke appeared out of nowhere. A humanoid figure clad in black appeared. A hansom face with black locks and red eyes looked at me with a smile. The word around was demon lord. Without a hero to keep it in check he was to do as he pleased. " Sister give me strength." A said calmly as the demon lord started to do a monologue I somehow burst from my restraints. Maybe it was the fact that I had killed a hero or the fact he came to claim me as his bride for such a service I have done. It does not matter as I moved instantaneously and put my hand in the demon lords chest. In my fist clenched a gem and I squeezed it shattering it to pieces. The body then turned to ash as I fell to my knees in a maddening laugh looking to the sky. I had enough as I leaned back and closed my eyes. My sister will be happy to hear the demon lord died.