A deep sleep

I held back my fear and continued to look into the cage. The first captive had been torn to pieces by the tiger, and his entrails and bones were scattered all over the floor. Only one head was lying there, with dead eyes, as if the tiger was not very interested in the hard-to-grasp head.

This time the second captive was thrown in again, and he struggled as hard as the first, but still could not escape the tiger's huge teeth.

The sound of ripping flesh and blood echoed in my ears. The captive's intact body was once again turned into pieces.

As each captive died in a scream, the entire cage had turned blood red, like a pool of bloody hell.

No! This is too cruel!

I looked at the sarmandet ground, and the memories of eight years ago gradually reappeared inside my mind.

Scattered limbs and internal organs, white bone fragments. The father and mother were struggling desperately, and the mother's eyes.

No!

My body trembled. The fear of those days was rooted in my heart as if a large, dark ha