I was once a beautiful butterfly, and my beauty should be collected and praised by others.
Rather than imprisoned
From being a rich man to a servant, I accept it calmly.
Because, apart from hatred, I can't care about anything else.
(Don't be fooled by the introduction. The heroine was violently raped. I originally wanted to write about the heroine being tortured, but I used the first person point of view.
The more she wrote, the weirder she got, so I changed her to someone who is cold, cool, and cute enough to be a bit neurotic)
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