'Feed me...I need to eat…'
In the deepest abyss at the dark realm of the night creatures, a cold and raspy voice echoed through the dark night. It pleaded to be fed but no food was being served aside starvation and being whipped senselessly till it bleeds.
'Help...help me…'
Another pleading echoed and another deadly spike was being whipped across the bleeding exposed body. The more it pleads, the more wounds marked on its body. Starving was a good death but being beaten up for no reason was not the best idea to die.
'Kill.'
One word just echoed through the night and everything turned into bloodshed. The beating stops and breaths from them were gone. It roared then a small light began to grow and a hand was been offered.
'Your saved. C'mon, let's get you out this hell ground.'
'What's her name?'
'I don't know but she's turning.'
