Chapter 0: I Became the Last Place in the Academy

Prologue

“Gack, cough…”

My neck was being strangled.

Suffocation was one thing, but the feeling of blood rushing to my head was numbing my mind.

With the blood flow, I felt like my eyes would burst out any second.

The rope around my neck was hanging from the ceiling, and my body was tied to a chair.

It was as if they wanted to separate my head from my body, pulling me up and down, and I was in agony.

In that state, I was dying without being allowed to scream.

My arms were tied to the chair with armrests, and my legs were tied to the chair legs.

My nosebleeds flowed and stopped repeatedly, and my whole body was covered in bruises.

My focus seemed to be blurring.

I thought it would be better to just die than to suffer like this.

My feet had been crushed with a hammer long ago, and nails had been hammered in place of my fingernails long ago.

I suffered the pain over and over, hanging from the rope that didn't give me peace with an ambiguous strangulation, as if they were going to kill me but not quite.

I didn't suffer any fatal injuries.

I was just dying bit by bit.

It was torture that didn't kill me but only gnawed at my mind.

"Hee, ack, gack."

My eyes felt like they were popping out, but tears came out even before that.

If they would just make me comfortable, this strangulation rope would become a lifeline, but the world was so cruel that it wouldn't do that for me.

It's hard. It's painful.

Kill me. I don't want to live.

Save me. I don't want to die.

I was wrong. Save me. Stop it, please.

No, I didn't do anything wrong.

Stop, stop. Ah, ahh.

When I run out of oxygen, they loosen the rope around my neck.

When I can finally breathe, they pour water over my head.

They don't give me food, they don't let me sleep.

Again and again and again.

Only after being injected with a syringe at the end could I feel a little better.

Just a little.

"Huff..."

I didn't do anything wrong until the end.

I didn't fail.

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