Chapter 31 : Escape Begins Now

Huh…

That sudden stop halfway through… felt wrong.

Her brain must be broken.

She was the one being ridden, for god’s sake.

By all earthly laws, what Stacy had just done should carry a five-year minimum sentence—up to execution.

Maybe it was the endless torment.

When Stacy used her body to vent her desires, Milly had actually felt… a flicker of something.

No.

Definitely brain damage.

Leaning against the cold cage bars, her feverish body slowly cooled.

Her mind drifted back to what had just happened.

From the moment Stacy threw her onto the bed, the lights went out.

Pitch black.

She could only feel icy hands roaming over her, sharp pinpricks here and there.

She’d expected it to continue—until Stacy finished, or until she broke.

But halfway through, Stacy suddenly asked that question again.

Dazed, Milly answered on instinct:
“I don’t know how to leave.”

Of course she didn’t. If she did, wouldn’t she have left already?

Once her body cooled, Milly returned to the center of the cage and lay down.

Stacy’s behavior was off.

According to everything Milly knew, after hearing that answer, the pervert should’ve doubled down—tortured her harder.

Instead, she stopped midway and tossed her back into the cage.

It didn’t make sense.

Something was wrong.

Then—she remembered Stacy’s final word.

“Boring.”

What did that mean? Was she boring? Her answer?

Milly didn’t understand Stacy well to begin with. Now, she was completely lost.

But what else could she say? She didn’t know how to leave.

This was the third time Stacy had demanded she “leave this world.”

She was obsessed with it. Why?

Could it be… that the original body belonged to someone special? A lover?

And now Milly—some random soul from another world—had taken over?

So Stacy tortured her… to drive her out?

But it wasn’t her choice to transmigrate.

Normal transmigrators got cheat systems, divine helpers, or at least memories of their new life.

She had nothing.

Just endless suffering.

An inescapable cage.

Helpless, she hugged herself.

Alone in a foreign world.

No one to talk to. No one to rely on.

Last night, Stacy had stopped halfway.

But what about today?

She recalled every detail of being thrown back into the cage.

Stacy’s eyes—no anger. No excitement. No flicker of emotion.

Just… cold boredom.

That look sent primal fear through her.

“She’s never looked at me like that before.”

In every past punishment, Stacy had been eager.

Delighting in Milly’s defiance, then crushing it with worse pain.

But the moment Milly answered fluently—Stacy lost interest.

Before, Milly could predict what Stacy would do tomorrow.

Now?

A chill ran down her spine.

Boredom…

If Stacy truly didn’t care anymore… then what came next?

Wait—wasn’t that good?

Relax. If she’s bored, just let her go. Let Milly live or die on her own.

The body might’ve belonged to a lover, but surely Stacy wouldn’t destroy it just because the soul changed.

So maybe… Milly could finally rest.

Yeah. In a few days, Stacy would find a new toy.

Milly could just sit back and watch her torment someone else.

How peaceful. As long as it wasn’t her.

Comforted, she lay down.

But then—

A faint sound came from the bed.

Crackle. Fizz.

Electricity.

She shot up, pressing against the bars.

By the flickering sparks, she saw Stacy—sitting upright on the bed, staring straight at the cage.

Arcs of blue lightning danced across her palm, illuminating her face.

The bored expression was gone.

Replaced by a glare so dark it seemed to drip venom.

Milly’s blood turned to ice.

What if her theory was wrong?

And if Stacy was obsessed with making her “leave,” she wouldn’t give up easily.

Then the real danger wasn’t boredom—

It was disappointment.

If Stacy no longer found pleasure in punishing her…

Then she might switch to something worse.

People can’t imagine what they’ve never seen.

Milly couldn’t even conceive of what a fully unleashed Stacy might do to her body.

No.

She had to escape.

The urge exploded inside her—overwhelming, absolute.

Better to risk death outside than endure unimaginable torment within.

Even if the outside world was cruel, it had to be better than this cage.

She touched her neck.

When Stacy had pinned her down earlier, the collar had gotten in the way—so she’d removed it, tossing it under the bed.

And when she locked Milly back in?

She forgot to put it back on.

Not just the collar—the cage door itself creaked slightly when Milly leaned against it.

It wasn’t locked.

She fought the urge to test it.

Stacy was still awake, sitting on the bed.

Any noise would alert her.

And if Stacy realized her mistake…

This once-in-a-lifetime chance would vanish.

Slowly, Milly retreated to the center and lay down.

Now, she waited.

For an opportunity.

For Stacy to leave first in the morning.

She’d need luck.

If Stacy woke up and pulled her out immediately, it’d be over.

The wait was agonizing.

Stacy sat for hours.

Finally, near dawn, she lay down—seemingly asleep.

Milly heard her breathing stabilize.

But she didn’t move.

This might be her only chance to escape.

She had to wait.

Had to trust fate.

Had to bet her life on it.

She stayed frozen until dawn.

When she heard Stacy stirring—

She shut her eyes, pretending to sleep.

Clothes rustling. Dressing for an outing?

Hope flared.

But then—footsteps approached the cage.

Her heart raced.

Please… don’t…

The shadow paused—briefly.

Checking on her.

Then—footsteps faded.

The door opened.

Closed.

Milly waited several minutes—listening.

Silence.

She opened her eyes.

Gone.

She stood, stepping to the cage door.

Pushed gently.

Creak.

The door swung open—easily.

Escape felt too easy.

But faced with freedom so close, she didn’t question it.

While Stacy was away—

Now was the time to run.