The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

In this land shrouded in gloom, blood and cruelty spread wantonly. Two four-star paladins, wielding longswords, like messengers from hell, with chilling, cruel smiles on their faces, gradually approached Natasha, who had lost her ability to resist.

Natasha felt like a lamb to the slaughter, her eyes filled with despair and helplessness. She had imagined her own end countless times, but never imagined it would be so tragic. She had once fought hard on this land, with a belief in justice and a love for life, but now, fate had played such a cruel joke on her.

The two paladins exchanged a glance and simultaneously yanked their swords from Natasha's chest. Instantly, two streams of warm blood gushed out from Natasha's chest like fountains, their crimson blood splattering through the air in terrifying arcs, as if the tragic melody of her life was being played. Blood splattered across her face and body, staining her once-fair skin a crimson crimson. Her veil and transparent bellyband were instantly stained crimson. The force of the drawn swords pulled Natasha's veil free, revealing her graceful figure. However, the two ruthless masters did not stop there. They thrust their swords once more, each piercing Natasha's throat. Natasha's eyes widened, filled with resentment and rage. Her mouth was like a flood that had burst its dam, spewing blood continuously, as if she wanted to spit out every last drop of blood in her body. That was her final accusation against the world.

The blood gushing from her throat splattered onto the ground beneath her, forming a shocking pool. The pool, bathed in sunlight, emitted a sickening odor, as if denouncing the heinousness of the slaughter. Simultaneously, a warm liquid slowly seeped out from between her legs, the final trace of her life, slowly draining from her body.

As time passed, Natasha's body began to twitch violently. Each twitch was like a final struggle between life and death, a testament to her longing for life, her unyielding spirit against fate. Her fingers dug into the ground, her nails digging deep into the dirt, as if she were grasping for something to save her life. Her body trembled in agony, every cell screaming, resisting the approach of death.

But it was all in vain. Her strength faded bit by bit, and her body grew weaker and weaker. Her eyes gradually dimmed, and her once bright eyes were now only a dead silence. Her breathing became weaker and weaker, and each exhalation seemed to be the last breath of her life.

The two paladins stood aside, watching all this with indifference. There was no trace of pity on their faces, as if everything happening before their eyes was just a trivial game. Their swords were still dripping with Natasha's blood, a testimony to their sins.

On this bloody land, Natasha's life slowly drew to a close. Her body finally stopped twitching, and she lay quietly in a pool of blood. Her eyes remained wide open, as if questioning why the world was so unfair.

The three brutal enemies did not let Natasha go. They looked at Natasha's graceful body after the veil fell off, and felt a surge of fear. They rushed forward and violated her before she completely died. Natasha died unwillingly in the painful violation, her eyes wide open, as if she couldn't believe her fate was so miserable!