Three inches long

As soon as I finished reading the letter, it disintegrated into nothing but dust.

"..."

I looked around. As far as I could see, there were only dead lying on the ground while surrounded by charred red mountain walls.

The sky was the same shade as the rags that I was wearing.

So I slapped myself.

It did hurt.

I slapped myself again.

Okay, it wasn't a dream.

I looked at my hands. They were slathered with blood. Still, I could see that those weren't my hands. They were bony with purplish veins popping on the back of my hands.

It wasn't my real body.

I wasn't going to waste my time figuring out how this nonsensical thing could happen to me. I needed to get away from this place.

"Is that a survivor?"

Before I could move, I heard voices. I turned my head toward the man who was headed in my direction.

Clothed in black, the man was wearing silver armour with a red three-headed dragon crest carved on it. He had a thick brown beard and brown eyes. Carrying a sword in his left hand, he walked over the corpses. He was being followed by four soldiers.

I wanted to run but my legs were not cooperating with me. I turned my head around to look for an escape. It was at that moment I realized that I was inside a chasm.

The man stopped in front of me, studying me with a keen gaze. His eyes held a chilling smile. "What do we have here?"

"A pretty face among the dead." A soldier licked his lips. The other three soldiers also had a lecherous look in their eyes. I could tell what was going inside their head.

"Have you never seen a female before?" A sane person would have kept her mouth shut and thought about plans to escape this disaster. However, I had one vile flaw. My tongue usually moved before my brain could think. "I am sure that none of you has it longer than four inches."

Two guys looked down instinctively. It was easy to guess that they were trying to calculate the lengths of their dicks in their heads. The third soldier with a square face and round big eyes sneered at me. "We will show you whether it is four inches or ten inches."

I laughed. "I am sure that you aren't even three inches long."

The commander bent down on his knees and grappled my jaw, raising my head to meet his eyes. It hurt. His penetrating gaze was scrutinising my face. "Is this mouth big enough to swallow it whole?"

His tone was domineering and I hated domineering. Nobody was allowed to dominate me.

When I was in high school, my father taught me a few self-defence techniques.

I studied the Commander.

My opponent was big. He was wearing armour. He was bigger than me in size and undoubtedly stronger than me. I couldn't kick his balls either.

After eyes and groin, throats are another weak spot. One can do considerable damage if one knows where to attack.

Mustering all my strength, I stabbed the spot below his Adam's apple with my thumb.

The Commander made a choking sound, gasping for breath. His eyes became big and round as he grabbed my hand away from his throat and twisted it.

I cried out in pain. "You shithole!"

"Bitch!" The Commander's face was red. Veins popped on his sweaty forehead. He grimaced at me. "You don't deserve an easy death."