Chapter 245: Old Acquaintances (1)
A group of Nexarian nobles had set up camp in a forest clearing. The night was dark, with only the flicker of campfires casting eerie shadows on the trees and the nearby tents.
Surrounding them were hundreds of beastmen slaves, their eyes downcast and their bodies marked by scars from constant abuse. The slaves were the property of the Nexarian nobility, forced to labour and suffer at their master’s whims.
The nobles were gathered at the centre of the clearing, unaware or unconcerned with the suffering of their slaves. How could they be concerned with the slaves when they had a new toy to play with?
They sat surrounding a woman tasked with entertaining them. Felicia had been stripped of her dignity and clothes and was forced to perform on a tightrope. Her wrists and ankles were bound, and she struggled to keep her balance as the nobles laughed and threw things at her to make her fall.
Bruised and broken, Felicia had no idea how things took a turn for the worse. One moment, they were having fun in the dungeon, and the next thing they knew, the beastmen were all over them.
Lucas tried his best to fight back, only to have his innards ripped out and feasted on while he was still alive. The healers were next, and even though Felicia didn’t want the same to happen to her, she quickly changed her mind after meeting the masterminds behind the attack.
In the few hours she had been there, the bastards had done unspeakable things to her. All the honour and pride she had for being a hunter quickly disappeared as she became a glorified plaything for the weird-looking humans who spoke a language she couldn’t understand.
"Shake those hips more!" one of the men roared, laughing and having the best time of his life.
Yet another one threw some boiling water on her. Felicia wobbled, trying to dodge. But fear and exhaustion had taken their toll on her. Eventually, she lost her footing and fell on the muddy forest floor.