The Resetting Lady

"…oh, miss?"

“…….”

"Are you all right?"

Do I look alright?

It's hard to even lie down and hold out. Karen, who returned to her room with Donna's help, fell on her bed and swallowed tears and swear words. You won't even be able to lie down and sleep for a while. I'll have to lie down like this all the time.

Donna shuddered and undressed Karen's back. The sensation of the blood-soaked cloth sticking to the skin and falling was horrifying. Nevertheless, if left untouched, the scab will stick together and won't even be able to remove the cloth. Karen held back her groans with her pillow. Donna sniffed even though I wasn't hit. But Karen was annoyed by even the sympathetic cry.

"Oh, my God. What is this?.”

"…what do you say?"

"Huh…."

Can't you hear me? I'm asking how it is. Karen wanted to be a gang member, but she was angry at the reality that she had to put up with it. Be nice. a good heroine a good hostess Good... Good?

'Why me?'

Why is he still stuck in the back of a book story when he has already killed a person? Karen wanted to be a gangbanger. But at the same time, I knew I had to control myself. There is no profit to be gained by being a gangbanger now.

It's ugly to whine about what you choose. He himself is. People are irritated and more irritated by the irritation. Anger and irritation are different. Nervous emotions that cannot be expressed eat people.

"...oh, my God, blood....”

"Huh..."

At dawn when dawn broke, a blue light enveloped the room. It's a depressing dawn. If a person dies and a riot breaks out. May your mind rest in a chaotic world.

"…Ah!"

It hurts, it hurts, it dies, stop it, damn it! I put disinfectant on my back and I couldn't think of anything. Karen clenched her teeth. A languid depression flies to pain. Donna's body trembles almost convulsively when she puts on the disinfectant.

"Okay, are you all right?"

“…….”

Did I do a good job?’

Even if you win in gambling, you will be whipped. Karen used to play cards on behalf of Isela. But there were only two then. Verdick has never been beaten so badly. Was his daughter's lying down quite a bit? The wounds from the smacking were worse than ever. That wasn't all.

"What is it?"

Donna looked at the Warden of the Verdick family and asked in a nervous voice. She delivered the information with a blank face.

"It's a message telling you to go to Mrs. Isela's room after you change."

Donna makes a face at her words.

"Are you telling me to work after seeing him?"

That's the way it is with my boss. But the word "kkorakseoni" suits you perfectly. Karen buried her face in the pillow. A groan is coming out of itself. He really hated this period of time.

I expected that Icella's place would make me feel more comfortable, so I worked more. Sigh and sigh deeply. Karen listens to the maid on her stomach. What she says is the same as usual. It doesn't change.

"Your orders."

"I'll do it for you."

If it's a car, there's Donna. Should I be moved? Donna has been a remarkably good woman so far. A gentle, kind, ordinary, but rare person. Maybe it's because Donna has never been this close in her life.

She may have darkness and a low floor if you look at it. But she hasn't shown that yet. She felt sorry for Karen as she appeared.

“…….”

I can't feel the emotion either. But it's fascinating. Sarah, before Donna, also felt sorry for Karen, but she didn't protest like this. But in the end, she is a weak maid. Donna's sympathy is not conducive to Karen. The maid answered mechanically.

"It's for Lady Karen."

"No, I don't know... Look at that....”

Donna pointed her finger at Karen. Karen's back was literally a rag. Verdick struck down ten times with a whip.

"Mrs. Karen should be in Ms. Icela's room within ten minutes."

"My back is a rag. How can I work? Don't you know you're not nursing, you're in a position to be cared for?”

A red line was drawn on the white back skin. I know this chest won't go away until I die and I'm born again. I wanted to try on a dress with a low back before being whipped, but now it is impossible until I am born again.

"I must have told him. It's my master's command."

"Don't be like that... Close your eyes, please. I'll pay you back later."

I wish I could. But Karen knows the answer she has to do here.

"…Donna. It's what I have to do."

Even if my voice cracks. Even if you don't want to.

"I'm fine."

***

"Actually, can't you be all right?”

Karen was standing in Isela's sleeping room. I arrived a little earlier than usual, so the room was still dark. Do you think Raymond found the body by now? Karen was still curious about that. Will he bring her a present? If so, it would be comforting in the current situation.

"To be honest, you look much better than I do. All I have to do is close my eyes and sleep. No pain, no pain.”

“…….”

"And as time goes by, I don't know anything and I'll start over.”

Karen still felt blood running on her back. I'm tearing up because it's bitter. Donna disinfected it with a clumsy hand and stopped working like a mummy, but the pain did not go away.

"Icella, I hate your father."

More than you.

It can't be all right. There's no way a person can get used to torture. No one can get used to the whip immediately. It is a lie that a person who can get lost in thought while his skin is torn. It's a fantasy.

It was impossible to be in high spirits in front of the whip. It was impossible not to beg. Karen started screaming at the fifth time. Help me, please. I'm sorry, but the whip didn't stop. It's been as long as I've had it.

"Why should I be sick?"

Innocent anger soared. Why do you have to repeat yourself? Why? It can't be anything. It can't be all right. The anger against Berdick could have been diluted because there were so many others who killed themselves. He is not the only one, so I can stand by his face.

"Mr. Berdick will cry if you die."

Karen picked up the scissors she had packed. Why did Verdick wait on Isela? What do you think you're going to do? Or are you even after this? If there's any flaw in Isela, she's been criticized. But did he believe he would be patient after all this flogging?

Took.

The ringer line in Isela's hand was cut off. Karen looked at the liquid that wet the bed. And I saw Isela's neck. He was slowly and peacefully climbing up and down even in this situation where he was still unconscious and pushing scissors. Will Isela continue to sleep even if she stabs her neck like this? Or wake up screaming.

Karen picked up the scissors. If you stab her in the neck like this, Isela will leave. What will happen if she leaves? Karen asked.

"…do you love Miss Isela?"

“…….”

"Lord Raymond."

asked the man who grabbed her wrist. Karen's attempt ended in failure again. Yeah, I knew it. Raymond grabbed Karen by the arm. He looked as if he had rushed over. He was breathing a little hard. Raymond whispered with a flushed face.

"Stop it.”

"…yes."

Karen nodded slowly. Actually, I didn't expect it that much. You can kill Isela, or you can. If he wanted to kill her, he would have run to bed as soon as he came into the room and cut the wool off his neck. This was meant to show a certain degree. But Raymond didn't seem to think so. My wrist hurt. Karen explained again.

"He's already holding my hand and blocking it."

“…….”

"So please let me go. All right, I can't do it."

I already knew I couldn't do it.

"Let go of me, I've calmed down.

Karen found her face stained with tears. Raymond was looking at Karen's face. Then he took the scissors from Karen's hand with one hand. Raymond dropped Karen into a chair and tied her hand.

"You don't have to do this.”

"Do you think you'll believe it now?"

Even if I think about it, I don't think about it. Karen burst into tears and laughed. Raymond tied Karen up and began to change Isela's bed sheet. It was a skill unbecoming to the nobility. Karen asked as he changed the sheet and Isella's new ringer line.

"Did you check?”

Let him know what you mean. Raymond answered.

"…yes. There was a body where you said it."

When Karen heard it, she couldn't stand laughing even with her teary face.

"Okay, that's good.”

Now I can be sure.

He repeats himself in the past.

No one can deny Nancy's memory, even if it's been dangling.

"I see."

Karen was so happy about it. I can finally be sure. It's too hard to repeat all the doubts in your head. A smile of relief comes out.

"Lord Raymond, I have a confession to make."

“…….”

"I believe the world is made up of books."

"…mmm."

Raymond's face changed subtly. Do you think he's trying to smile? But the situation is too bloody to make a joke. Karen cried and laughed. I shouldn't look like I'm out of my mind. Fortunately, Raymond shut his mouth. And I saw Karen. Karen went on.

"It's not a metaphor, it's not a metaphor. I know how it sounds. But it's true to me."

I need your help. Half a day and half of the night are up to Raymond. I can't spend my time working like this.

"I've been dreaming of dying all this time. To be honest with you... It's not a dream. I've died more than a hundred times so far. It's the first time I'm back after reading the book."

"Carran, wait a minute."

"You have to believe it. How can I take care of Isela more skillfully than a professional nurse in my first place in my life? Why do you know what's going to happen? If this is not enough, if you don't believe it, I'll do more."

"Even if we meet again, I will definitely love you. Don't be afraid. I'll protect you."

He didn't even remember.

"It's all right. Everything's fine now. I believe in you."

How about this time?

Karen leaned her back against the chair. I can still feel the blood dripping. Karen lifted her tied wrist and bent her dress strongly with her fingers. The wound is so severe that it comes off easily because it is lightly worn. Karen spoke out to Raymond.

"I've been killed by Mr. Berdick a hundred times so far."

Killed a person. And he probably knows that.

This time it will be hard for you to love me.

"Help me."

Then shouldn't we buy him some sympathy?