Seven Sins System Chapter 372. I Demand Gender Equality!

Seven Sins System Chapter 372. I Demand Gender Equality!

Due to the twisted tales of slander, I couldn't help but sense the simmering rage emanating from Puriel. Even with her eyes shut tight, I could feel her displeased gaze boring into me, her silent fury reaching from one ear to the other. It was like she was screaming inside my head, echoing my own frustrations.

'For my father's sake, they are lying! I’m innocent!' I screamed internally, the injustice of it all hitting me like a ton of bricks. Here I was, a devil – a being practically synonymous with sin – being slandered by mere mortals to the point where I had to defend my innocence. It was beyond pathetic, but it burned hotter than any flame in the underworld.

‘Those mortals… I will torture them in the underworld!’ I vowed, my mind already concocting an elaborate revenge plan. The satisfaction of seeing them squirm in agony for daring to besmirch my name.

The journey dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity as we rattled through the city streets. It might have only been an hour or so, but the uncertainty of our destination weighed heavily on me. All I knew was that we hadn't breached the city's protective magic shield. Still, with Puriel by my side, the journey felt like navigating through my own personal inferno.

Our van rolled to a stop in front of the abandoned building. The structure loomed before us like a forgotten relic of the past, its once grand façade now marred by time and neglect. From the outside, it resembled a warehouse, its imposing shape casting a shadow over the desolate surroundings.

The graffiti that adorned its walls spoke volumes about its long-standing abandonment. Vibrant splashes of color clashed with the dull backdrop of decay, a stark reminder of the building's forgotten existence. Words and images, scrawled by anonymous hands, told tales of rebellion, defiance, and despair.

The messy condition of the area surrounding the building only added to the atmosphere of neglect. Rubbish littered the ground, strewn haphazardly as if discarded without a second thought. Broken bottles, discarded furniture, and rusted debris formed a chaotic tableau, further emphasizing the building's long-standing dereliction.

The van's doors swung open, the kidnappers wasted no time in springing into action. They emerged from the vehicle like a pack of wolves, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a predatory intensity. With calculated precision, they checked the area, ensuring that no unwanted eyes were upon us.

Once satisfied, they turned their attention to their captives – Puriel and me. But the treatment we received couldn't have been more different.

Puriel, still maintaining her facade of unconsciousness, was lifted with a surprising gentleness by two of the kidnappers. Despite her earlier outburst and the bruises marring one of their faces from her retaliation, they handled her with an unexpected degree of care, as if she were fragile porcelain.

Meanwhile, I was treated with a stark contrast. One of the kidnappers, his grip firm and unyielding, seized both of my hands in an ironclad hold. With no regard for my comfort or dignity, he practically dragged me out of the van, the rough asphalt scraping against my back.

The disparity in treatment was glaringly obvious, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of indignation rise within me. Why was Puriel, the one who had struck out against them, being treated with such leniency while I was subjected to rough handling?

I demanded gender equality! It was unfair, plain and simple. Puriel even had delivered a well-deserved blow to one of our captors. I was being unceremoniously dragged out of the van like a sack of potatoes and couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration bubbling up inside me. I mean, seriously, it was not like they were short on manpower. They could've easily had someone hold my feet to prevent my poor back from getting all scraped up against the unforgiving pavement. But nope, apparently, that was too much to ask for.

‘Tch! What a bunch of hypocrites!’ I grumbled internally, shooting daggers at the backs of the kidnappers with each rough tug. It was beyond annoying.

And as if being dragged along like a human mop wasn't bad enough, I couldn't help but wince as my brand new leather jacket got ruined in the process. The harsh asphalt didn't stand a chance against its smooth exterior, but that didn't mean I was happy about it.

‘Shit!’ I cursed under my breath, the frustration of it all threatening to boil over.

Once the kidnappers took us into the dilapidated building, a wave of musty air assaulted my senses, mingling with the stench of decay that hung heavy in the air. It smelled like a mix between a dumpster and a forgotten corner of the mortal world, a scent that made my nose wrinkle in disgust.

The interior of the building was just as bleak as its exterior, with only dim lights sporadically flashing every ten meters or so. The flickering illumination cast eerie shadows that danced along the walls, adding to the ominous atmosphere that surrounded us.

I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease gnawing at the pit of my stomach. I couldn't wait to confront whoever dared to impersonate me, to unravel the twisted plot that had led us here. But as the kidnappers continued to lead us deeper into the building, my hopes were dashed when they abruptly halted in front of a large, metal door.

Expecting to come face-to-face with my imposter, I braced myself for the confrontation. But to my dismay, the kidnappers didn't lead us into a grandiose chamber or a room filled with ominous decor. Instead, they callously threw Puriel and me into a grim cell.

The cell, while marginally cleaner than the dingy hallway we had passed through. Its bare walls seemed to close in around us, devoid of any comfort or warmth. There were no beds or furnishings of any kind, leaving us on the cold, hard floor.