Princess of the insurgents 40 Too exhausted to be generous.

In the centre of the town, which has become calm again, lie many corpses. In the centre of these bodies, some of which are so mutilated that it will be difficult to identify them, Jane, who is not used to using her psychic powers in such a sustained way, suffers a violent backlash.

Not only does her mind seem to be empty, but her exhausted body struggles to keep her upright. Although in this state of extreme fatigue, she can still vaguely sense the presence of many people hiding behind their windows.

Unfortunately, or perhaps it is for the best, until Jane enters one of the houses from which several of the gang members have previously come out, not one of these ghosts, sees fit to lend her a shoulder.

Food strewn all over the floor, bottles of alcohol left in the hallway, the kitchen and living room, not to mention the weapons on the dining room table, it is in this originally pretty place, now a stinking hovel, that Jane finds a couch and lies down.

As soon as she lies down, her eyes close. Jane, peacefully preparing to enter the world of dreams, opens her eyelids furiously when she barely guesses the presence of two people.

In this state, Jane only manages to capture small fragments of these inner voices. It is very difficult for her to know exactly where these thoughts are coming from, but she is convinced that those who are are at the origin of are extremely close to her.

Too exhausted to deal with these details now, in a last effort, she focuses her mind on the 2 large metal pieces of furniture, which squeak against the floor by leaving their places of origin and block the only door leading to the living room.

When she wakes up, the overwhelming sun of that time is already high in the sky and the overwhelming heat in the room is responsible for the sweat that makes his clothes look like vulgar mops..

After rubbing her eyes and removing the dribble of drool that hung from her lips, Jane thinks she hears a kind of buzzing coming from outside, but disturbed by her neglected condition she ignores it, then she gets up with the goal of finding something to cleanse her body.

The 2 large metal furniture that are violently thrown on her side make the walls of the old-fashioned house, built with cinder blocks and plaster, shake. About to go through the door that will lead her to the corridor, Jane stops when again she captures some very close thoughts.

She hesitates for a moment about what she should do first, but considering that these thoughts are coming from non-hostile and frightened people, Jane goes outside, takes the hallway and heads for the stairs.

Like the ground floor, this woman bedroom is littered with all kinds of of trash, ranging from feces to perverted toys. This room is actually much worse. The pungent smell that invades it forces Jane to pinch her nose.

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The stench is one thing, but looking at her own sweaty clothes, Jane resists at the disgust she feels at this place and opens the large closet built into the wall. Luckily, many women's outfits are there, but not wanting to linger, in this room Jane throws everything that doesn't suit her on the floor and she ends up selecting white panties and a little red flowered dress with thin straps.

In front of the C cup bras, Jane sighs and considering her small breasts, she abandons this not so useful garment for her.

Like the ground floor, the first floor is composed of only three rooms: Two relatively large bedrooms and a bathroom with toilet. The bathroom is small, poorly equipped, the bathtub inside is frankly nothing fantastic, but for Jane who lately washed herself in a narrow wooden barrel, this simplicity is a real luxury.

With her sticky, dirty clothes removed, Jane dives into the bathtub filled with hot water that she has previously run. If she could, she would enjoy this newfound pleasure for long hours, however, Sally is in danger. A little sadly, after washing her body very quickly, Jane grabs a clean towel from the closet under the sink, puts on the cute little dress, and then heads leisurely for the source of thoughts.

As she exits through the rusty back door, Jane discovers a tiny garden that has certainly been abandoned for some time. In the tall grass that tickles her calves and thighs, Jane comes down a small stone staircase that leads probably to a basement.

When the handle refuses to turn, Jane understands that it must be locked. Inside, the thoughts that reach her are filled with despair and panic. Strangely, Jane noticed that when she tried to open that door, the anxiety felt by these people increased.

Jane has neither the time nor the energy to waste with a door that resists her, no more than with strangers who will delay her reunion with Sally. In a rustling sound, the thin metal door folds in on itself, forcing the hinges to give way under the pressure of Jane's mind.

The few rays of sunshine that manage to reach what must be an old wine cellar allow Jane to discover two naked women prostrate in a corner of this basement where two buckets have been used to relieve themselves.

The swollen faces of the two women, about 30 years old, suggest to Jane that many blows were dealt to them. These women, who must have been quite pretty, has their bodies covered with bruises and even crueler, Judging by the wound that hasn't started to heal, Jane guesses that one of them had two fingers cut off recently.

Jane, who lingers on their eyes which oscillate between madness and despair, is disgusted by the barbarity of these men who have gone so far as to mutilate a woman for pure pleasure.

For a short moment, she thinks of reaching out to these women who are hugging each other, but after a sigh, Jane abandons the idea and simply turns her heels.

Helping these women without being able to take care of them afterwards would be useless. They've been through a deep trauma and Jane can't stay here and play the role of a volunteer nurse. This role is not for her and quite honestly, she is already struggling to look after herself, so to pretend that she can take care of such psychologically disturbed people would be far too much for her little arms.

Help her fellow man, is a beautiful concept that she'll put into practice on the members of her camp that she hopes find in the town of Alto, but as far as the inhabitants of that town are concerned, she feels that by freeing them from their oppressors, she has already done her part.

After returning to the kitchen, Jane pushes a long sigh. She doesn't know why, but today she is exhausted.

Her body has fully recovered, but the loneliness weighs on her and without any motivation, she leaves this house, where acts that are anything but human have taken place.

Chapter end