Heavenly Harem Sect
Chapter 244 - 244: Clarosia's Suffering

[: Clarosia :]

I always dreamed of having a real family, especially a caring father.

But the family I had traded away my happiness for money.

I knew we struggled with money, but I never thought they'd value cash over me.

I thought a family meant love, support, and safety, but it felt like they saw me as something to exchange for a few coins.

Their decision hurt deeply. It's like they chose money over being there for me, and that hurt more than anything.

The pain of their choice stays with me, a constant reminder that family isn't always about love.

I still long for the care and support I never got. It feels like a part of me is missing, a part only a real family could fill.

In that heart-wrenching moment etched into my memory, I pleaded with tear-streaked cheeks, each droplet falling like a silent plea, begging them not to let me go.

Their eyes, once warm with the promise of familial love, now gazed back with an icy detachment.

It felt like they discarded me, as though I were a worthless thing traded for a handful of coins.

The anguish in my voice echoed through the stillness, each cry a desperate attempt to grasp onto a semblance of the family I yearned for.

But the hollow stares and the chilling silence marked the end of their care, their affection, and their responsibility towards me.

Their decision seared through my soul, leaving a scar that bled with the ache of being deemed less valuable than a handful of coins.

It was a betrayal that cut deeper than words could express, leaving behind an emptiness that echoed louder than any expression of love could fill.

The pain of being forsaken in that moment lingered, creating a void that no material possession could ever replace.

Each time I think back to that scene, it's like reliving a nightmare, a heart-wrenching reminder that their love had a price tag, one I couldn't afford.

In the aftermath, I grappled with a flood of emotions, struggling to comprehend how easily I was discarded.

It was as if my worth was reduced to mere coins, an agonizing realization that left me drowning in a sea of sorrow and longing for the warmth of a family that never truly was.

I vividly recall the day my life took a harrowing turn.

At a mere 6 years old, a time meant for innocence and discovery, I found myself thrust into a world I hardly comprehended.

Like a fragile, clueless little chick cast into a pit of voracious predators, I was suddenly part of a merciless game I hadn't consented to play.

Being sold was the shattering point where the fabric of my reality tore apart, leaving me exposed to the whims of a world I was too young to understand.

I was like a tiny creature lost in a jungle, surrounded by looming dangers waiting to pounce and devour the naive innocence that was all I had.

The aftermath of that sale marked the descent into what felt like the darkest chapter of my young life.

It was as though the sun had dimmed its rays, leaving my world cloaked in an unforgiving shadow.

The day after being sold etched itself as the zenith of my despair, a day that plunged me deeper into the abyss of uncertainty and fear.

Each passing moment became a torment, a reminder of a reality I struggled to accept.

The weight of that single day clung to me like an anchor, dragging me into a whirlpool of desolation and helplessness.

Amidst the chaos of emotions and the confusion that swirled within, the gravity of that fateful day lingered, staining my soul with the agony of a childhood torn apart too soon.

The innocence I once held dear was now a fragile relic in the clutches of a world that showed no mercy.

I still carry the vivid memory of that moment when my life took a dark turn.

Sold to a merchant who traded in slaves for the Nobles, I found myself standing on a raised platform, chains binding my wrists, surrounded by an eerie silence.

In front of me, countless masked figures, their faces hidden, but their intent chillingly clear, their gazes fixated upon me.

Shrouded by nothing but a flimsy cloth, I felt exposed, vulnerable in a way I had never experienced before.

The feeling of helplessness was suffocating, like I was laid bare, stripped of any safety or security.

The weight of being just a child amidst a sea of grown-up eyes fixated on me sent shivers down my spine.

The harsh reality of that moment shook me to the core.

The eyes staring at me, scanning every inch of my being, made me tremble with an overwhelming sense of fear and powerlessness.

It was as though my innocence and childhood were being robbed from me right there on that platform, under the stark scrutiny of those nameless, faceless onlookers.

The vulnerability I felt, the exposure to the prying eyes of strangers, left an indelible mark.

The realization that I was nothing more than a commodity to them, reduced to a mere object of trade, pierced my soul.

It was a moment that etched a profound sadness, a feeling of being lost and insignificant in a world where I was just a pawn in someone else's game.

I remember it vividly, the moment my name was called out and the auction began.

The air was heavy with a mix of anticipation and cruelty.

As I stood there, feeling like a piece of inventory, my worth was being calculated in coins, like I was just a commodity.

The numbers spoken by those faceless buyers were like a judgment on my fate, sealing my future in a way I couldn't comprehend.

The price they were willing to pay for me felt like a condemnation, a realization that my life was no longer mine to control.

After being sold, my life turned into a nightmare.

It was a descent into a living hell, a journey through torment and abuse that no child should ever endure.

Every form of agony and suffering that one could imagine, I became intimately familiar with, subjected to horrors that shattered any innocence I had left.

The days that followed were etched with pain and misery, each moment a reminder of the cruelty I was forced to endure.

It felt like being trapped in a dark, never-ending labyrinth with no escape, the weight of those experiences a burden too heavy for my young shoulders to bear.

The abuses and torment inflicted on me stripped away the semblance of a normal childhood, leaving me isolated in a world where fear and anguish were constant companions.

Frequently, I questioned why I had to endure such suffering.

I wondered if I'd committed some awful sin in a past life, as if it were some sort of punishment for an unknown transgression.

I found myself in a constant state of denial, grappling with a reality that seemed too harsh to accept.

Day after day, my existence felt devoid of any purpose or hope.

In the midst of this desolation, a glimmer of light emerged.

It was a turning point, a moment that injected a drop of warmth into my otherwise cold world.

That's when he entered my life, a figure who changed everything - my father.

He became my savior, rescuing me from the very epitome of hell I was enduring.

His arrival was like a beacon of hope in a sea of darkness, a ray of light illuminating the path to a different future.

In his embrace, I found solace and a sense of belonging I had longed for.

He, my father, was the missing piece, the one who filled the void in my life.

His presence brought with it a feeling of protection and care, erasing the lingering scars of the past.

His love became the anchor that steadied my turbulent seas, a force that helped me find my way back to a world where hope and love were tangible realities.

In his presence, I discovered a warmth that had been absent from my life, a warmth that felt like sunshine after a long, bitter winter.

He didn't just treat me kindly, he embraced me as if I were his flesh and blood.

Despite already adopting countless daughters, his love knew no bounds, extending far beyond what any ordinary father could offer.

He was a remarkable father, the kind any daughter could only dream of having.

His love was an ocean, endless and unconditional.

Every day, he painted our lives with compassion, patience, and a tenderness that healed the wounds of the past.

In his care, I found a sense of lovr and acceptance that I never dared hope for.

His love was a fortress, protecting me from the storms that life had previously thrown my way.

Being a part of his family, being embraced by his love, was a gift beyond measure.

I felt fortunate and grateful to have found a place in his heart, to be one of the daughters he cherished.

He showed me what it truly meant to be a father, not by blood but by the sheer strength of love and compassion.

I might still be a child, but when I grow up, I'll show you what I can do ~Father~.

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