The Village Girl And the Fox Prince

Chapter 1 - Full of Wounds.

The fat man looked paced, the look on his face held in annoyance. Every now and then he kicked the wind, ruffled his hair and rubbed his face violently. Looking towards a girl who was facing him at this moment, the more her sense of regret grew.

“You're fired!”

A stern statement was made to a petite young girl with a disheveled appearance. Her wavy orange hair was left unraveled, her face slightly bruised with the corner of her lips that were bleeding.

Just a moment ago, chaos broke out in a liquor store. And the chaos is about the girl. Some men attacked him mercilessly.

“I am the victim, why should I be removed? I haven't even worked here for a week. And now, sir wants to fire me just like that?” The girl tried to find a defense for herself.

The man who owned the shop ruffled his waist as he sharpened his eyes. “So you said?”

His hand shook the girl's head, making her body almost staggered. “Before deciding to work here, you should have known what place this is, right? It's a liquor store. It is clear that customers are more dominated by men.”

“Don't tell me you don't know that the men who come here often do nosy things to the waiter? They are not only interested in drinking, but in your body as well. If you do not want your body touched by them, then do not work here again!” keep firmly.

If that is the case, it seems that the girl chose to sincerely lose her job. Because he did not want to let a bloated man who must have had a wife and child was fumbling his body with an innocent look.

Indeed, even to death he would not set foot into that place again.

“Good. Then I'll go. Thank you for accepting me to work here. Have a nice day, Mister,” said the girl, bowing politely.

After removing the apron on his body, he immediately took out his leather-based robe. Hurriedly leave the store because it can not stand being the center of the spotlight of the eyes of naughty men who thirst for lust.

Poor young girl. His life fell apart after his mother died and his father just ran away somewhere. Worse yet, he had to bear all the debts of his father who was famous as a gambler and heavy drinker.

He lived in a village filled with violent and violent people. It was hard for him to survive. But he had no choice but to keep going. At least he can work and get a salary to survive.

But after he was fired from the store, where else should he find a job? Various kinds of work he did, but not long after he was forced to stop because of one thing or another.

“Hey, you're wearing a shabby brown robe.”

The heavy baritone that suddenly greeted him was enough to shock him.

“Stop!”

The command made his hair goosebumps. It was nothing, but he felt a bad feeling if he looked back and faced the man. So he chose to speed up his footsteps.

“See stop, Hazel!”

This time someone's voice was louder and could instantly stop the steps of the girl ahead there. Moreover, the man knew the name of the girl. That's a sign they must know each other, right?

Not because of magic or anything, but Hazel was indeed difficult to escape in this position. Both of his legs were fixed in place, difficult to move. He could only hear the footsteps behind him approaching.

Slowly but surely, the man was now right next to Hazel. Her hand lowered the hood of the robe Hazel was wearing, her face leaning closer to her to ensure that her conjecture was correct.

“I know, I was never wrong in recognizing you. Hazel Loreana, the daughter of an old bastard whose hobbies are owed to gambling and playing women. Where are you going to run now?”

Glupes.

Hazel swallowed her hard salivary half to death. He did not dare to move the tail of his eyes to glance at the man beside him. Because he knew that the man was the person he had been avoiding.

“A-I didn't run away!” Hazel tried to quibble.

Well, if it's like this Hazel has no choice but to deny in any way. He knew he was wrong because he was avoiding trouble. But Hazel still can't accept that she's been made into collateral for her father's debt.

Grep.

The man's big hand had already touched the back of Hazel's head. “Basic naughty girl. And if you can't afford all your father's debts, you just have to be willing to be my special toy. You can work for me, make a lot of money easily  ... Using your body.”

THE PLAQUE!

“Till death I will never accept your crazy offer, Mister!” tepis Hazel was wrathful after giving a loud slap.

The man touched his sore throbbing cheek, then smiled with a grin. “It's poor, you still want to act?!”

Within seconds, the man's hand had grabbed Hazel's hair. Keep pulling her back until Hazel's body curves while grimacing withstanding the crying and pain.

“Because I still have heart, so I'll give you a little more time. Next month, you'll have to pay all your father's debts including interest. If until you do not pay and dare to run again, I will not hesitate to directly drag you to come with me,” threatened later.

Hazel just nodded.

Cup.

A kiss on the lips succeeded the tall skinny man did. Not until there, his hand that had grabbed Hazel's hair, now came down to pat the girl's butt firmly.

“Remember, next month.” The man glanced before finally deciding to disappear from sight.

Hazel lost her balance. He was sitting on the ground crying as he pleased. The back of his hand he rubbed on his lips, feeling disgusted to have been kissed by the man earlier.

“Damn it! I will never forgive you!”

It's free to cuss until the mouth foams, because Hazel has no power to turn things around. It was as if God was asking her to continue living this sickening as well as miserable life.

Hazel forced herself to walk again. The night was getting late, there was no way he could continue to dwell on the ground while crying bitterly. Because instead of presenting the sympathy of others, he could have invited the attention of lust from the striped man.

Along the way to the house, Hazel continued to ponder. Tears had dried up, but both eyes were so swollen. His body was already tired and continued to thump up the pain from the embedded wound, even with his soul already similar to weathered wood.

But he vaguely heard something. It is not the human voice that is always noisy because it continues to babble. This voice he heard was like an animal whimpering in pain. Wailing as if asking for help.

Hazel stopped her footsteps to sharpen her hearing. Slowly he moved his legs back to the source of the sound. Right into a dark, scary-looking bush.

But after being approached and opened the bushes, Hazel was quite surprised by what she saw. Not a dog, not a cat. Her body is not very big, but Hazel knows it is a dangerous animal.

“A wounded fox?” Hazel muttered a little scared.

He suspected that the fox was someone's pet, because a circular necklace on the fox's neck, besides that the fox's eyes seemed to be sad and pitiful, Hazel thought it seemed like she had to help him.

Hazel's body had already crouched down, reaching out to the injured fox inside the bush there. Right near the neck and on the front right leg of the fox was seriously injured. He was not sure he could treat it, but clearly the fox had to be helped immediately.

After being successfully carried into his carriage, the fox looked calm. Her moaning voice had already weakened, so even Hazel was not too afraid. To calm her down, Hazel's hands moved to rub the fox's back feathers.

“I don't promise to make you well, but please hold on a little more,” whispered Hazel.

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