An axe comes swinging down, its rusty edges meeting the tip of my 'mother' forehead.

Droplets of red fall before my foggy eyes, glancing around I see the fruits of my labor. The 'dad', 'sister', and finally the 'mother' all three were no longer able to torment me.

"Your birth was a mistake" 

'Mother' last words before she met her overdue demise, even seconds before death she made sure to say hurtful things. Thankfully, those words were not applicable to me.

Killed in my previous world only to be brought back to life as the child of this psycho family. Living isolated in the woods, miles away from any kind of civilization for 20 years, my whole being shredded to pieces daily by this 'family'.

People of this world, its customs, its landscape, and its conditions were only being learned through various books lying around this lonesome mansion in the woods.

"You monster, Mother and I were only doing what's best for you"

I hear soft whispers of my 'sister' from behind. Even though she's supposed to be the one most mutilated, her head detached from the neck still opens its mouth.

Turning around, I see her usual serene smile, only this time covered in the splash of her own blood. 

'Is it the brain?'

I hypothesized and brought my foot down on her mouth to her head in place, with another vertical arm swing I brought the axe down, and its blade penetrated her skull and stabbed the rustic wood on the other side.

Pulling up the axe, her head follows, and a slightly pained expression greets me at my eye level.

'Not dead'

After 20 years of being a part of this world, I now learn that magic exists.

"It's not magic sweet Rose, it's an ancient art lost to this world. Today, only allowed to be wielded by vile witches, but I'm not those vile creatures"

I should leave her to rot here, all alone and unable to move. That would be a very small price to pay for all the cruelty she inflicted upon me

"You need me, sweet Rose, for I know the path to the world outside"

Her words sour my face and with an even greater strength I bring the axe down to smash her head once again on the crimson wood

"I feel no pain, Sweet Rosetta"

and again

"ahahahahaAhaahaha~

AND AGAIN!!

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My eyelids open with some heaviness and I feel my hands bound in the back. The last thing I remember was being on one of the carriages on the way to the kingdom's academic city, being accepted into their knight program despite being a commoner, falling asleep and then-

[Good evening, sweet Rose, How was your slumber]

Speaks the sister in her usual flat tone inside my head, her soul residing in the left eye I plucked from her head and embedded into my own.

"Miss, you sure are rather carefree. Sleeping and now yawing through this tragedy that befell us"

I glance towards the voice and a ragged face meets my hazy gaze, but behind the rough and muddy face, I witness beauty like no other. Her long disheveled silver hair lacks any shine and luster, the dry bangs sticking to her sweaty face as her round brown eyes look at me in disbelief.

My mind starts functioning again as I absorb the surroundings to look at what happened while I was asleep.

Alongside me, this beautiful girl and a dozen other people were bound around these wooden poles. The faces of these people I remember from the carriages we were on.

Turning my vision forward, a sizable amount of people roaming freely and speaking in some language I didn't understand. So these are the people who kidnapped us on the road and brought all of us here to this deep jungle.

[Little Rosetta, I think we have had an unfortunate incident of being taken by some cannibals. They are planning on how to distribute their new supply of food]

'How does sister know these freaks language'

[It's a sophisticated tongue, lost to the common. Calling it "freak" is disrespectful]

'So what are planning with us?'

As I put forward my query, one of the bulky, muscular men roaming around comes to one of the polls and loosens the hands of a guy tied to his back.

"W-wait What are YOU DOI~...BUghhhhh" 

His adult face was brought to still by a heavy clap against both his ears. The bulky man removes his giant hands and blood gushes out of the man's ears, his face contorting with agony but unable to speak.

The beauty beside me closes her eyes to the cruelty as the big man hangs still contorting man on his shoulder and with the help of his people binds the man onto a large but thin metal rod.

The cannibals lay the metal rod horizontally on two ends of a wood and the fire from below touches the man's stomach, contorting his face with pure pain and suffering.

I looked around, and every captor had their eyes closed, trying to make themselves disappear from this scene and blocking the roasting man's screams from the ears

'So they really are cannibals, huh sister'

[Duh silly, why would I lie]

Plenty of reasons, but I decided to ignore the retaliating thought

'What were you saying, sister, what are these sophisticated tongue people planning?'

As I see one of his reddish legs being torn apart from its place and chopped into pieces

[Their plan is to preserve this new livestock they have acquired]

The chopped pieces of legs were served on a plate to the several children playing around the fire. Next came his other leg.

[They will eat one of you each day, until of course none is left, and then plan their next hunt]

The other leg gets served whole to the one looking the oldest among these people, sitting far by the large tent.

[You all will be kept in a temporary cave prison they made around here. That large guy will be the one guarding it outside]

Both arms were now chopped into several small pieces and served to the women around the camp

[If all of them are outside right now, then 4 children, 3 women, 5 men, the heavy dude, and the elder by the large tent]

Next came the torso, cut equally into 5 pieces and served to the men helping with the butchering

[With only 11 of you now remaining, it seems to be a matter of luck before your turn comes, little Rose]

Finally, the big guy picks the head by the hair and drives a fork through its severed neck, then plops it inside his mouth in one large swoop

[So, how are we escaping this, my darling Rose]

Sister speaks as if this is not her concern, and the large guy puts out a rather mean sounding burp.

The sharp stink of his burp tingling my nostrils

"I have a plan"

Speaks the haggard beauty beside me in a hushed tone

A river of tears flowing down her cheeks, she must have forced herself to watch the whole butchering of the meal

"You, who look dangerously unconcerned and nonchalant about this ordeal, WILL help me and these other poor souls escape these psychos"

I couldn't promise about others, but her determined and steeled look despite her fragile outer appearance made me want to at the least try to just keep the promise to herself

"Sure~" I gave her my sweetest smile, after all, first impressions were important

[Being swept by beauty once again...]

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Just as sister said, we were thrown into this temporary prison area these people made inside the cave nearby. Judging from the tents and these shabby iron bars keeping us locked, it seems like these people keep migrating around this world, never settling in one place.

I wonder if there is indeed a large colony of these cannibals in this world and if these are just wandering packs separated from the main hub.

Outside is the large man and beside me in my cell is the beauty currently sleeping. All other 10 people bound in pairs in their respective cells.

The next day comes, and no food or water gets served to us. Wouldn't they want their meal to be healthy and fat with meat? Instead, they were set on starving us, What a strange group of cannibals I thought, maybe that's why they are separate from the main group. A new uprising movement inside the cannibal community of this world?

Thinking about such complex societal structures of this world, I listened to the plan devised by the haggard beauty.

She really does plan to escape with all of us in mind, we shall see how far she succeeds. I just have to make sure that the root of the plan works, and that is to escape this camp.

Her soft but harsh whispers complimented the beauty behind her outer mask, each word of her plan laced with heavy bitterness and displaying her frustration at the situation but unwilling to admit defeat and let nature take its course.

Her whispers demanded attention, but my mind was already lost in its own imagination. Only being brought back to reality as the big guy comes and takes two of the fellow prisoners out, her flailing legs and screeches falling on deaf ears, his soulless eyes already showing acceptance of his fate.

Thus, only 9 remain

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The next day, the beauty's plan came to fruition, and I was finally able to loosen up the rope tying my hands behind my back. Feeling my hands become able to move a bit freely, I stopped the process to wait for midnight and fully made myself finally free of these bounds.

"It's done" I spoke in whispers to the beauty beside me, showing her my free hands marked with the red of the rope.

A gleaming smile appears across her face, quickly shifting to the serious tone of the situation. She gestures her hands in my direction and I quickly untie the rope, her skin feeling not at all smooth but rather hardened and tough. It seems like the beauty was no lady of the land.

[Sweet Rose, remind me of the little miss name?]

'its....'

[What will my darling little sister do without me]

"Now that we are free, what is the name this beauty goes by"

The beauty stares at me blankly for a second, did I say something wrong? Are you not supposed to ask for names in this world?

[haahhhhh....]

"a-ah sorry for spacing out, It's Isabelle, my name's Isabelle, sorry I should have said so earlier"

No last name, so she's a commoner like me

"No worries, you can call me Rosetta, let's shake hands for a safe escape"

"huh? heh?...s-sure???"

With a puzzled look, she brings her hand forth and I connect it with my own, jerking it up and down to mark the beginning of our friendship

"Alright, my dear friend Isabelle, let's make our escape"

"f-freinds??...in this situation....you really are not right in the head"

"hmm, did you say something, Isabelle?"

[She called you a mega freak little Rose]

'so it seems'

"n-no nothing, let's quickly untie the others"

She orders, taking out the pin from her hair to unlock the cell's door.

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With all of them untied and out of the cells, we now just had to make our way to the exit of the cave and while all of them were sleeping with their tummy full, make our escape into the forest surrounding their little camp.

As we make our way towards the exit of the cave with silent and careful steps, an opening enters my vision and the big guy sleeping soundly on the chair beside me.

With me walking in front, I signal others to stop their movement.

If we are to survive in the forest once we escape, a weapon is needed and what's better and sharper than the knife this big guy keeps to butcher the people's body. Taking his knife is not part of my friend Isabelle's plan, but I think that his knife will be crucial for our survival, thus on the fly I made adjustments to the plan without telling her.

With sneaky steps, I tip-toed my way beside him and reached for the knife resting inside the scabbard hanging around his toned waist. My hand wraps around the handle of the knife and I make sure to lift it up a bit to make sure it will come out smoothly. Once confirmed, in one clean movement, I pull the knife out of the scabbard and lodge it directly inside the top of his skull.

With the feeling of his mushy brain making contact with the tip of the knife, I apply an even greater force and push the knife further till the black handle is the only thing visible to the outside world.

A quick death without any sound, as it went inside just as smoothly as it pulled out of this skull, some of his brain matter attached around the edges of the blade.

I glance behind to show others a successful thumbs up, but before my other hand can make the sign I witness the shocked faces of all, and amongst them I notice one girl about to open her mouth to scream in shock

[Sweetheart, quick!]

She should have suppressed her instinct to scream

The next second her mouth open agape but no sound comes out, only the hilt of the blade showing it butt to the outside. The blade stuck inside her mouth and peeked a bit from behind the neck.

A large and very sharp knife is just what we need to survive outside.

With my finger, I signal others to not utter a word or a sound. I don't know if any of them understood the meaning or the need behind my sudden action.

But they all obliged, so there was no need to waste time on explaining stuff mid-way through escape.

[Little Missie's eyes are locked onto you sweety and they don't seem welcoming~♥]

It looks like I messed up the second impression