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Chapter 154: Proposal

作者: MeeRotic
last update 最終更新日: 2025-04-29 11:30:55

I awoke in my stall on the bed. Light was streaming through the small window high above me. The ferals outside were noisy and I could hear that they were tearing something apart. The sound was like squelching, like flesh tearing from bones or I don’t even want to know it. But because I was freaking curious, I stood up, despite the protest of my chest and looked at the small hole in my room.

And there it was. A body was torn apart, the ferals were fighting, playing tag, trying to have a large portion.

“So, who was it again?” I heard someone speak up.

“The other man that the king found three weeks ago,” a man said.

“Oh, the one who kept on resisting?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, the king’s patience ran out and he fed him to his dog.”

“Well, all of those who resist him always end up being fed to these beasts,” the other man replied, which scared me.

Axel must have moved me from the floor to my bed and I was glad I was asleep for that. The pain of walking or being carried would have been uni
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