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Alfonso’s dad, Vilian, had just woken up. He sat up on the bed with his back propped against the headboard. 

The well-furnished room he was in was brightly lit by a chandelier hanging from the pristine ceiling. There was a door to his left that was slightly ajar; he assumed that it must be the bathroom.

The condition he woke up in wasn't that bad. Except his phone was nowhere to be found; the snatchers definitely took it. 

What about the others? Were they placed in rooms like this, too? What was the kidnapper’s motive? 

If it were money, he was willing to pay. If the money he and his brother could fork out was not enough to satisfy the abductors, there was still the option of borrowing as long as his family was safe and sound.

He got off the bed and walked to the room’s entrance door, twisting the handle. To his surprise, the door wasn't locked as he'd earlier suspected.

His brows creased, and he paused in his tracks, turning his head to glance at the room once more. He couldn’t find any cameras in sight. But still, he had a feeling he was being watched. Nevertheless, he still stepped outside the room and gently shut the door.

He could see a long, white, spacious hallway with its bend some distance away. He turned to his left and started walking barefoot (he didn’t find his footwear anyway. They’ve taken that as well)

But strangely, after a long time of walking, he still hadn’t reached the bend. His brows furrowed; he suspected something was amiss. Just as he paused in his tracks, the ground beneath him suddenly opened, and he fell straight down, yelling in fright.

He hadn’t expected this at all. And this place seemed eerie. What kind of weirdo kidnapped them? Why did he have a feeling that he would be used as an experiment, and money couldn’t bail him out?

After a while of falling, enshrouded in darkness, he ultimately dropped into a giant cauldron filled with water, reaching the hallway point. Even while standing at the base of the pot, the water still passed his head level. 

Vilian was dismayed as he tried hard to stay afloat, his gaze upwards. He saw no way out, but thankfully, the water, although warm, didn’t increase in temperature yet.

Just then, he heard footsteps and the voices of people.

"The prey this time is a male; this will be fun," it was a female voice.

Vilian frowned. 

The 'prey' the female was talking about... Was it him? They weren't anthropophagists, were they? 

"I bet his cock must be tasty," another voice, also feminine, chimed in.

"I second that. I bet Kennifer would do justice to his dick first. She's always a dick fanatic." This was the third female speaking.

"Should we have fun with the prey first before we send him to her?" the second voice questioned.

"If he's resistant, let's send him to the world beyond. Kennifer doesn't care if the new dick is fresh or from a carcass," the first voice responded.

"Should we bleed him dry before we take him to her? She could use his blood as refreshing juice," the third voice proposed.

By now, their footsteps had stopped.

"No, Freya, it's best if we add Samyhal blend to it and let his blood congeal fast. If we can make the prey pee into a container before he's sent off to the underworld, Kennifer would appreciate that as a drink," it was the first voice. “We definitely need to add ice cubes as well.”

"How do you think his moans of pain will be like?" asked the second female.

"Hopefully, it doesn't sound like a pig’s, the sexier his moans, the more spiced up I will be. Oh look, I brought my Xantros dagger," said the third voice.

"Isn't it the one your grandpa gave you 20 years ago? I thought you treasured it to the point of worship," the first voice queried.

"Well, I want to see how sharp it is," replied the third female.

"We need the prey's dick to be solid first," the second voice pointed out.

"I have Ketmyal seeds with me, just one will make him hard. I plan to make him swallow more than 20," the first speaker remarked, an evident hint of thrill in her tone.

"Oh, Lizara, you're so genius.” the third female applauded, “That way, his pecker will be extra hard. And then, the Xantros dagger can do its job much elegantly,"

"Do you think we can add some spices to the cock once we've harvested it?" asked the first female.

"Kennifer isn’t that much of a fan regarding spices,” the third female divulged, emitting a sigh, “Just dip it in oil; at least, it should glisten when we hand it to her on a golden platter."

"Let's put a stick through the dick meat this time. Add a fork to the congealed blood cake. Also, we should add a straw to the bowl of peen juice," said the first female. “It will look more.. sophisticated when we present it to her.”

“That means he needs to micturate before he downs those seeds of yours, Lizara,” the second female pointed out.

"For sure. And I suggest we add a bit of wolfsbane powder in his eyes so we can dig them out and offer them to boss Frander."

"That's a good idea, too," the third lady chimed in.

Vilian felt chills course down his spine repeatedly. 

These females were planning to torture him, take out his eyesight and even eunuchize him?

What a cruel way to die!

He kept staring at the top of the cauldron with a troubled look. What would he do now?

His heart was pounding frenetically against his chest.

He bet that if given the chance, his heart would surely escape the constraints of his rib cage. Even he wanted to flee his own skin.

Were the others also in this state? Had they lost their lives to this set of man-eaters?

If he knew things would be like this, what was the need for a camping trip? If they had all stayed in their respective houses, this wouldn't have happened.

But he just wanted their families to bond, and hopefully, that his niece and Alfonso would stop being foes. Now, if only he could go back in time... 

Alas, there was no pill for regret. He had no tears to shed.

Villain soon saw three faces staring down at him.

They looked human, but one had emerald eyes, fair skin and black antlers on her head. He internally wondered if that was a costume or real. Though they definitely looked like the real deal.

The other two females had golden eyes and pale grey skin. All three of them had silver hair in varying lengths.

"So this is the prey, huh?" The one with the neck-length wavy hair asked as she assessed him with her glowing but eerie eyes. From her voice, she should be Lizara.

"Will his member be that big? He looks more like a fleyed chicken. People with big dicks don't get scared easily," Lizara voiced her doubts.

"Who are you people?" Vilian asked, his voice noticeably with a trace of fright.

The one with braided shoulder-length hair frowned. "The prey is talking? Virenna, we might need to put some spiders into his mouth. He ought to be demonstrating what his moans of pain are like, without needing our orders. How dare he question us?!!"

Vilian shivered. Moans of pain? More like gut-wrenching screams.

"Calm down, Freya, honey. This candy-ass of a prey still has some potential. If his penis is not that big, we can still inject it to give it some length and fullness," said Lizara.

"What if it doesn't work?" Freya queried.

"Don't be so pessimistic. Just because he's not that good-looking doesn't mean his dick has no beauty or talent," the one with waist-length hair, Virenna, upbraided the other two. Then, she fixed her gaze on the ‘prey’ once more. "So human, what's your name?"

"Brian," he immediately lied.

"Brian?" Lizara repeated in a query. "But my reading says you're named Vilian Smith."

His face paled. How did she know his name?

At that, Freya stretched out her right hand, and Vilian felt a magnetic force pull him out of the water. Now, she had her fingers encircling his neck, making him choke and flail his legs frantically. "Alright then, let's check him out," she said, her look cold.

He was soon made to lie on a table.

They didn't tie him up or put him in chains. But he felt his body was too heavy to move; blinking even became a tough job.

But he had to stay awake; he needed to be alert, even if he was utterly powerless against these strange beings.