Seven Sins System

Seven Sins System Chapter 372. I Demand Gender Equality!

Due to the twisted tales of slander, I could practically feel her hatred burning through me, even though her eyes were squeezed shut like she was pretending to be asleep. She might have been hiding it, but I could feel her silently seething, like she was screaming in my head right along with me.

'I'm innocent! They're all lying! For my father's sake, I am innocent!' I screamed in my mind, the frustration hitting me hard. Here I was, a devil, the very symbol of sin, and now I had to deal with mortals slandering me. It was beyond pathetic, but it stung more than I wanted to admit.

'Those damn mortals...' I thought, my mind already working on ways to make them pay. The idea of torturing them in the underworld was almost satisfying enough to calm the rage building inside me. The thought of seeing them squirm for daring to mess with my reputation felt like sweet revenge.

Time dragged on, stretching out like an eternity. The van bumped along the city streets, and while it had probably only been an hour, the uncertainty of where we were going gnawed at me. One thing was clear—we hadn't breached the city's protective magic barrier yet. Still, with Puriel beside me, it felt like I was navigating a personal hell.

Finally, the van screeched to a halt in front of some abandoned building. The place looked like it hadn't seen life in years. It was big, probably once fancy, but now it was just a relic, covered in grime and neglect. The structure looked like a warehouse—imposing, cold, and forgotten. Graffiti covered the walls, splashes of color fighting against the dull decay, screaming rebellion and despair from anyone who had been forced to leave their mark.

The surrounding area was just as bad. Trash littered the ground in all directions—broken bottles, discarded furniture, rusted metal strewn about like a junkyard. It was a mess, but that only made the whole thing more ominous.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The van doors slammed open, and the kidnappers wasted no time. They hopped out like wolves on the hunt, scanning the area for any unwanted attention. Once they gave the all-clear, they turned their attention back to us.

Puriel, still pretending to be unconscious, was handled with surprising care. Two of the goons lifted her gently, even though she'd clearly given them a hard time earlier, with one of them still nursing a bruise from her little outburst. But they treated her like glass, moving her slowly and cautiously, as if she could shatter at any moment.

Yeah, that was a whole different story. One of the kidnappers grabbed my arms like they were ready to snap them off, dragging me out of the van with no care for my comfort. The rough asphalt scraped against my back, and I could feel my jacket tearing from the harsh treatment. This wasn't just annoying; it was humiliating.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at the obvious difference in how we were being treated. Why was Puriel, who'd struck one of them, getting the delicate treatment while I was practically being tossed around like trash?

'I'd had enough of this double standard. I demand equality here!' I thought bitterly as they dragged me out. Why did I get dragged out like a sack of potatoes while she got the princess treatment? It wasn't like they were short on manpower—they could've easily had someone hold my feet to make sure I wasn't scraping my back against the ground. But no, that was apparently too much to ask.

'What a bunch of hypocrites,' I grumbled to myself. It was beyond frustrating.

And, as if it wasn't bad enough that I was being dragged through the dirt, I couldn't even save my new leather jacket. The damned thing was already ruined, the smooth surface destroyed by the rough asphalt.

'Shit,' I cursed under my breath.

Once the kidnappers got us into the building, a musty smell hit me. It was like a dumpster mixed with something decayed—just gross. The building was no better than the outside. The air was stale, and the only light came from dim bulbs that flickered every few meters, casting eerie shadows across the walls. It felt like a damn horror movie set.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. My stomach was in knots as we were led deeper into the building, and just when I thought we were getting close to confronting whoever had been behind all this, they stopped in front of a huge, metal door. I braced myself, expecting to come face to face with whoever had been slandering me.

But instead of an epic showdown or some fancy, villainous lair, they threw us into a grimy, cold cell. Seriously, I wasn't even given the courtesy of a proper interrogation room. The place was a dump—bare walls, no beds, just the cold concrete floor pressing against my back as we were shoved inside. The cell was marginally cleaner than the hallway we'd passed through, but that was about the only thing going for it.

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