The meat warehouse

Three days ago, the ogre responsible for watching us came and without even taking a look at me, who was tied up like meat in a butcher's warehouse, he was directed towards the young woman who was tied to the post in the middle of the room, he grabbed her by the jaw, muttered a few things to her and the young woman spat on him.

Wiping the spittle with his right and the hideous animation brought it to his mouth, which resulted in an unpleasant slurping noise, when he withdrew his right and just after with that same hand, he gave it a slap, a slap which resonated throughout the room.

He held her face again, his lips lifted into a ghoulish smile.

"Very dear quality dishes, you know I always wanted to become a good cook, since the one who was responsible for preparing our dishes for us was executed for rebellion, it is I who am in charge of this modest work now…" he said, opening his arm wide as if waiting to be cheered.

And a few moments later, the ogre took out a short sword... in his large hands, it looked more like a dagger, it was not unknown to me since it belonged to my father and that he cherished more that all.

A piercing sound was heard followed by suppressed moans as the one-cornered devil stabbed the dagger into the back of an elf hanging right next to him.

"Come on, come on… I love this noise, I love these moans, give me more, satisfy me with this aberration that is your existence, haha.. haha… hahahaha!!!"

He had laughed, so loudly that only his voice could be heard in the room and once his laughter stopped, the creature approached its victim and grabbed the knife, pulled it out before stabbing it again.

Unsatisfied with it all, he stabbed him again and again and wiggled his sword every time he stabbed him.

The elf let out a muffled cry, his eyes fixed on me, and I saw for the very first time in my life, the sparkle of life fade from a person's eyes.

At the same time, I felt a warm liquid dripping copiously down my back, which left me perplexed, since when have I ever peed on myself?

"Probably since I was a child…"

This had never happened to me before witnessing such a barbaric act, before him the body of the elf who could have been a father, a lover, a comrade, a brother... lay lifeless.

"Ohoh it looks like this one is already broken, I don't like broken toys, it's not even fun anymore" shouted the ogre throwing the sword with all his might.

"Wait, if a toy is broken, what should you do? Oh yes… you have to look for another one!!!" the ogre said to himself "but the problem is that there are too many toys here that I don't know who to start with, hihihi..hoho..hahaha!!"

Not even waiting for his diabolical laughter to end, the infernal ogre pounced on an old man from the Dhakat clan. The old man was missing a horn, perhaps he had lost it during battles during his youth or during the ogres attacked but the ogre grabbed him by the horn and brutally broke it.

"Please, please spare me," the old man cried desperately, begging his attacker for mercy.

"Shut up, old toys don't have the right to talk back, old toys are worn out and fragile and I don't like fragile toys" spat the ogre, slapping him with the back of his hand.

The old man's feverish body swayed like a fruit attached to a tree that someone is desperately trying to knock down with a stone.

"Speaking of fragility, shouldn't we test the fragility of this used toy?"

My eyes widened as he took the old man's arm and violently twisted and pulled it while making sure the old man was in as much pain as possible.

The crunching of his bones spread throughout the room, the old man uttered almost inhuman screams and the screams intensified when he tore off his arm.

However, before he could raise his head, I saw a figure quickly sneak up behind him and in what seemed like a brief moment, the figure brandished something it had in its hand like some sort of sword and stabbed the infernal ogre on his back.

But…

The ogre grabbed the sword which was a small dagger for him, and broke it, leaving the other piece stuck in his body, he turned and glared at the figure.

She was the young woman who was tied to the post in the middle of the room, since she was close to where the dagger had landed in the ogre's infantile tantrum, which she would use to detach herself and carry this decisive blow.

The ogre looked at them angrily, his back wound kept oozing blood, and his gaze showed that he too was struggling to contain his bloodlust.

That's when I knew I was screwed