The Witch Rewinds Again
The sky was a brilliant blue, the clouds pure white, and the forest a vibrant green. And I—I was drenched in crimson.
“Ugh… ugh… ah, ghh… hngh, ugh… ughhh…”
The metallic, nauseating stench of human entrails rose from the merchants’ corpses, their guts spilling out, throats slit, bodies discarded like garbage along the roadside.
They were the ones who had been overjoyed when I, reluctant to walk the long road alone, offered to join their caravan. They even paid me a hiring fee I hadn’t asked for. Their group had a few decent swordsmen, but not a single mage. So they had said it would be an honor to have a wizard traveling with them for protection.
But a handful of swordsmen and one mage were no match for more than twenty bandits.
Right beside the narrow mountain path where about ten corpses lay scattered, I was being gang-raped by those same twenty-odd men. The blood of people who had been alive only moments ago had not even begun to dry.
“It hurts… please… s-spare me…”
My plea was answered with a brutal slap across the cheek. A full-force punch with no restraint whatsoever. My head snapped violently to the side. The pain was so sharp I thought my neck bones might snap.
“Khh… haa…”
“Shut your mouth and move your hips properly. If you want to live even a little longer.”
“Y-yes… ugh… ngh…”
The men handled my body like nothing more than a piece of meat to satisfy their filthy lust. There was no pleasure to be found in such violent rape. I clenched my teeth, barely enduring the agony that threatened to tear my mind apart.
Apparently, the expression I made while desperately suppressing my moans only fueled their sadistic delight.
“Haa… haa… hngh…”
By the time the seemingly endless gang rape finally reached its conclusion, both my body and mind had been shattered into pieces. Around then, the men, exhausted or bored, had begun to rest and chat among themselves.
All except the one bandit who had been pounding into me from the start as if trying to destroy my insides. He was the first to violate me, and the last.
“I thought it was a shame we only had that flat-chested, gloomy little mage bitch, but you’re actually pretty decent, aren’t you? You’re shaking your hips on your own now. Must really hate the idea of dying, huh?”
As he spoke, the man grabbed a fistful of my hair and forcibly yanked my head up.
“Ugh…!”
“Hey, mage. You know something? Before I stripped you, I thought you were just some scrawny, undeveloped kid. But even though you’re a whole head shorter than me, you’ve got a little bit of fuzz down there, don’t you?”
It was a humiliating taunt that denied me any feminine appeal. I bit my lip weakly.
“Still, your face is kind of cute. And…”
He pressed his nose to the crown of my head and sniffed several times.
“You smell nice. Like freshly baked bread.”
I squeezed out a dazed voice to answer.
“Ugh… b-because… I’m… the daughter… of a baker…”
The man let out a snort of disbelief.
“Well, that’s why. It’d be a waste to kill a pretty, cute thing like you. So I’ll let you live. What do you say? If you’re willing, I’ll take you back to our mountain hideout. You can buy yourself a new life as our toy. It’ll be fun.”
The bandit whispered mockingly into my ear. Even as I trembled with the fear of death, I shook my head, clinging to the last shred of my dignity.
“I… I don’t… want that…”
“Oh, I see. So being a toy is beneath you. Guess even a mage bitch who swallowed a university education has some pride left. If you don’t want it, then you die here. We can’t leave any witnesses, after all.”
The man gripped my head tightly and forced it to turn toward the merchants’ corpses.
“This is what happens when you leave protection to a useless bitch like you. Think again. Don’t you feel sorry for them? Shouldn’t you at least become our toy for their sake? A toy that squeezes like this. Like this!”
Suddenly, he seized my throat with one hand and squeezed hard.
“Ugh… hngh… c-can’t… breathe… save… me…”
My vision grew hazy. I flailed both arms, begging with a tongue that could barely move, but the man simply watched with an amused expression, clearly enjoying the sight of me writhing in agony.
This was the limit, after all. As my consciousness faded from the strangulation, the strength that had barely been holding my lower body up gave out completely.
Shhhhhhh.
Still impaled on the man’s cock exactly as I had been during the rape, I pathetically wet myself. The man, feeling the warm liquid spill over his precious member, hurriedly yanked out his filthy shaft and slammed my head down.
“Ha… what the hell, you disgusting bitch. Filthy whore.”
The bandits who had been resting noisily in the shade all turned to look. They wanted to watch the man, now furious after being pissed on. The same man who had just finished violating me threw my body to the ground and began stomping on me mercilessly.
My body was already so weak it couldn’t fall any further. My stomach felt like it was being turned inside out, my organs bursting.
“Ugh… ah… p-please… s-spare… meee…”
I reflexively begged for my life in a desperate, broken voice, but the plea was so mangled it barely left my lips. The bandit kept stomping on me until his anger subsided. I curled up as best I could to lessen the blows.
Fortunately… or rather, unfortunately, I neither passed out nor died before the man grew tired and stopped. By the time all strength had left my body and I could no longer even curl up, I heard the bandits’ voices growing distant beyond my ringing ears.
“We’re just leaving her alive?”
“Leave her. Look between her legs. She’s done for anyway. No need to dirty our hands over one little bitch. It’d give us nightmares.”
“You cut off more than ten heads and you’re worried about nightmares? What nonsense.”
“Well, we had our fun fucking her. So we’ll let the decapitation slide.”
They couldn’t even be bothered to dirty their hands by killing me. After raping me so thoroughly, that was the final evaluation I received. A hollow laugh rose in my throat. My facial muscles wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t actually laugh.
My consciousness cut off there.
…
A blood-red sky, clouds that looked green, the white shade of trees, and… my body cooling to a bluish hue. When I came to again, the world appeared grotesquely distorted. It must have been a hallucination from my dying brain.
But I was still alive.
It seemed I could open my eyes again even after being trampled like that. Perhaps thanks to the minimal defensive magic I had desperately cast just before I was captured. I let out a deep sigh. Something broken rolled around inside my mouth.
“Ptoo.”
I turned my head slightly while lying down and spat out the foreign object. Shards of broken teeth, a clump of blood and saliva, rolled across the grass.
I weakly pushed myself up. Leaning my barely functional body against a tree trunk, I looked down at my lower half. Torn robes, a plain skirt, a crumpled pointed hat, and leather boots that had been carelessly stripped off and left like trash. All the clothes I had been wearing. Every piece was soaked in blood, semen, urine, and sweat.
As my mind cleared, the pain I had been postponing came crashing down all at once.
“Ugh… ughhh…”
It hurt so much… so much that no proper sound would come out. The moan that barely emerged dissolved into weak grunts that never made it past my throat. Only then did I notice something protruding between my legs.
Unable to even let out a proper cry of pain, I simply stared blankly at the bright pink entrails that had been turned inside out and were gurgling with blood. My mind had shut down from the overwhelming agony, so it took a long while before I recognized what that pink mass was.
It was my uterus.
My abdomen throbbed. Every breath felt like blood was gurgling up. I wasn’t a doctor, but instinct told me the truth. It wasn’t just that my uterus had been inverted and pushed out—the violent rape had ruptured every organ inside me. And that meant my life didn’t have much time left.
I was glad.
To be dying meant I had been alive. A shiver ran through me, raising goosebumps, and an ecstatic pleasure whipped through my entire body. The vivid sensation of being alive, the heat and pleasure it brought. If I could have made a sound, I would have laughed, but my body was too broken to even manage that.
“Ugh… uhh… hnghhhhh?!?!”
My mind was so shattered that merely realizing I had fallen into this state—soon to become a corpse—brought me to climax. Only now, long after the gang rape had ended and I had been discarded like trash, did my body tremble pathetically as I squirted filthy fluids.
“Ah… haa… haaa… ugh… ah…”
The acrid liquid that gushed from between my legs soaked the inverted, ruined uterus, the bloodstained grass on the slope, and the merchants’ corpses with their guts spilling out.
Good… so good… haa…
The force of the orgasm drained every ounce of strength from my body. I no longer had the power to move even a single finger. But I knew. If I stayed like this, I would truly die. Perhaps from internal bleeding. My whole body felt limp, and my vision was growing dark.
“Ugh… ngh…”
At the edge of my blurring gaze, the merchants’ gruesome corpses came into view. They were the people who had been so happy when a mage from a hero’s party offered to escort them. Guilt washed over me. They probably never imagined that the great wizard from a hero’s party could be this utterly useless.
But it didn’t matter. Because I could rewind it. Everything.
There was no time. I had to finish this before I really died.
I gathered every last bit of strength into my left hand and made a light gesture to prepare the spell. My hand had seemed incapable of moving, but since it was a familiar magic, I somehow managed to complete the formula. After casting a simple preparatory spell, I let out one final, fading breath.
The preparations were complete, but the real work was not yet done. There was one last thing.
With what little strength remained, I slowly raised my arm and placed my palm against my chest.
Then I closed my eyes and quietly whispered inside my mind. Imagining the sound of a tightly wound clock spring slowly unwinding, the sensation of fine sand pouring gently inside transparent glass,
"Rewind."
⟨ Time Rewinding ⟩
And then,
Everything rewound.