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"Travis, what's going to happen to us now?"

"I don't know, shut up!"

Travis snapped in irritation at the whiny voice of the underling next to him. Thanks to the mysterious healing light, all of his injuries had been fully restored, but every time he spoke, the empty spaces where his teeth had been reminded him of the brutal beating he had endured.

"I've told you already—they're making us slaves."

"But do they normally give slaves a place like this?"

"They still have to feed and house us, don't they?"

"Shut up!"

Travis exploded in frustration, standing abruptly as the murmurs around him grew louder. Normally, his harsh words would have silenced the others, but now no one seemed willing to listen to him anymore.

"You shut up, man."

"What did you say?"