Chapter 57: Slaves Trading
The colossal Ogre’s grip propelled Jinx into the cold, unforgiving floor of the cell, eliciting a guttural growl of pain from her as impact reverberated through her body.
"Get in there!!" he bellowed, his voice thick with menace.
"Now sit quietly with her and wait for the Boss!" He hissed at Jinx, the clang of a heavy lock echoing as he secured the cell door. With a final, chilling glance at Jinx, he lumbered away.
With a pained grimace, Jinx slowly raised her left hand, fumbling with the hood that obscured her face. She blinked, her eyes struggling to adjust to the dimness that enveloped the cell. A sharp, piercing pain shot through her head, originating from her right hand. She lowered her gaze, exhaling a ragged breath.
’Who would have thought that green pig buffoon would break my hand?!!’ she fumed inwardly. Her bone was completely snapped, beyond repair. The only option was to sever it, a thought that sent a shiver of dread down her spine.
"It is broken."
A meek voice, barely a whisper, sliced through the silence. Jinx’s head snapped towards the dark corner of the cell. Only then did she discern a small figure, a girl no older than twelve, huddled there, her knees drawn up to her chest. Jinx strained to see the girl’s face, but the pervasive darkness and the rags she wore made it impossible.
"You...? Aren’t you just a kid? What are you doing here?" Jinx asked, her voice laced with confusion.
Silence.
"....?!"
Jinx, bewildered, pressed again. "How did you get in here?"