Two girls came to wrap him off the ground but he refused to cooperate. They pulled him by the arms violently as trying to dislocate them, the strain of his weight compelled him to step on his feet and rise up. He snatched his arms from their catch and turned around growling at them, stating by eyes (If you pulled my arms again, I'll dislocate your heads off).
His face turned blue as he fell to his previous spot on the ground, he softened the impact by his hands before laying flat on his back. He grabbed his neck while exteriorizing a hoarse voice of a slaughtered pig. He was having trouble breathing, the air doesn't have a narrow path to be inspired efficiently as his lower jaw is gone.
He was shaking on his place in agony trying to close his oropharynx by his palms. Blood started to flow inside his trachea, he was turning gray as he chocked on his viscous liquid.
''Aaaand, you finally catch up.I wondered what'll comes first, realizing you aren't breathing and trying to gasp by shock or your body feeling the lack of oxygen and blanking out. The obvious outcome occurred'' She was looking at him rolling , coldly watching him suffer.
She stood above him, locking his mouvements between her legs. She sat on his chest, pressing it for the blood to flow out his lungs. She inserted the pipe pasta, she ordered a girl for earlier, into his neck performing a tracheostomy.
She removed his hands by force, his grip was already loose, and pinched close his larynx for blood to not spill inside.
''Okeyyy, so good, you won't die now, at least till the pasta soften by lubrification''. He lost consciousness on the ground ''Such a pretty face needs a jaw, but I like it this way yeah''. She smacked him awake ''Hey! You should not die yet, we have a game to play''
He stared at her absently (wha....haaa...What happened?). She got up his chest and the girls dragged him towards his game position; A river of blood was drown by his figure wiping the lake he bathed in earlier . He looked at his feet and the red line appearing from beneath, (A..ah.. blooooooood....red...not cool), his thoughts were disoriented by hypoxia enhanced by blood lost.
He was hearing laughers in his mind as he sees the lights dancing in front of him, mixed in a groaning whistle coming out the pipe as he expires, and feeling his body float in the smooth granit floor; ( a slide...so cool).
They leaned him on the wall sat, the feet tall-stretched and the arms felling powerlessly. His head was tilting back and forth as he vaguely listens to some women's noise.
Slaps snatched him from his nap, ''Hey, pull yourself together, we already started''. (A woman! Haaa) he stared at her fogged face then to her stretched hand. He grabbed her hand and she pulled him up, his feet were not steady as he stood up.
''Alright, go on'' she sustained his back '' run!'', she pushed him.
(I should run!) he started walking. ''Do a lap!'' she stated behind him. He started sprinting (run..lap..well if a woman say so then I should), he was disoriented to think rationally, his state made him obedient of any sort of order as he was gone in an instructed hazy scene.
(But why...are there so many girls), there were girls circling him from every turn he took; they've put the running field inside the game ring and not outside. It was strange for him to be around as many girls, thus he was snatched admiring their pretty faces from up close. It was a rare sight as he never dared to keep eye contact with someone to see the details of their faces, the majority of his acquaintances had undefined visages in his memory but still recognizable.
(This..is..weiiird..). They were looking at him pitifully, but not in compassion, in faint smiles their stares were eerie. It was not a first for him to receive such stares from girls who knows him but it was weird for girls he just met to make those expressions. As he kept on looking to their faces while he runs on a lap, their expressions got clear to him that they were of some bullies (Strange...game..girls..frithening).
His vision begun to perturbe, he was so puffed running for a short time. The iron flavour on his throat and his eyes shaking aimlessly made him question if he always had awful endurance.(This annoying flute).He spotted a familiar figure standing ahead of him, it was the woman who waked him up (I finished the lap, finally. Is there gonna be a reward! I think I did a good job)
As he got to his place he found a girl sitting there, he articulated 'Excuse me, if you could make a room for me to sit' in his mind yet he couldn't say it. A grave whistling sound came out instead of his voice and he felt his mouth paralysed, accurately he couldn't feel his mouth at all.
He raised his hands to sense his jaw when the women brutally cut his arms off from the elbows, ''You lost''.
Her cut was clean, no blood flew from the injury as she applied poison in her sharp weapons. He was absent minded to feel any sort of pain or tingle, he didn't even see his hands being cut rather they seemed disappearing in a hiss.
He gawked at his elbows and to the woman smiling in content, processing the occurrence of being able to see his inside flesh dry as burned. A darting pain made him spit the pasta by a blow that didn't find cords to be strangled to a scream , and to fall enfolding his arms to him crying silently. (Why!)
He started chocking again and it wasn't long till he lost consciousness....
''Hey, hey'' he felt slaps on his face.
''He didn't die did he!'' a female voice said.
''Just keep pouring him wine, he should be awake any moment now'' the woman's voice replied
He jumped awake, spit the funnel from his mouth and splutter the red juice. ''I'm under-aged!'' he shouts. He tried to wipe his mouth when he checked he doesn't have hands. He stood using his spine muscles and sat cross legged staring at his divorced elbows.
''See! He is back and kicking'' The woman indicated.
''I see I'm still alive and breathing'' He closed his eyes to calm his mind, he felt fresh as he regained the normal oxygen saturation. His mind was well perfused abling him to preexecute when he spotted a chance. It was no use lamenting the previous occurances, he should open a way trought to escape being her playtoy.
''Of course, I will not let you die here, I'm starting to have fun''
'' why putting back my jaw?'' he rubbed his face against his shoulder like a cat.
''To compensate by the other hand, and to let you breath'' ''Aren't ya cute full-faced!'' she teased
''I'm always cute, unlike you monster''
''Hmhm, restoring your blood level by the wine was the call, I like when you fight back''
He backed off to lean on the wall ''I'm tired of games, just kill me already''
''What?''
''Yeah!'' he closed his eyes tiredly. ''I already wished to die in my previous world, I really wished for this world to be different. Live an adventure with friends and find a lovely girl'' ''Yeah, but that's how my luck works''
''And don't you regret that, not doing that is a waste. You should stand and fight back, then maybe you can live your adventure when you go out, no!''
''Nah, even sleeping on a bed was nice, sleeping on a bed is enough. Sleeping endlessly is the best, waking up is the biggest regret''
''What's with your anger, didn't you want to kill me!''
''I do, I want to skin you and make a purse''. He pushed his sliced forearm to his side from his back and lift his arms ''But I can't fight like that, It's so painful'' he begun to sob ''I want the pain to end'' he put his arms behind his back as declaring 'I won't do anything anymore'
She went to him and grabbed his collar ''I alone decide when it will end. Don't you understand, I need your energy to get out of her' ''So make some for me'' she shouted ''Beg me, cling to life, fear death and curse the pain and your weak self''.
She was enraged looking at his grey figure. She couldn't see his eyes, his lifefull eyes weren't that of a man who gave in to death. Blood expectorated suddenly from her mouth ''Kkh'', a dirk was struck into her chest.
He grinned as he drove the dagger deeply to her heart. Her body fell back and crumbled without her screaming or letting a shocked reaction.
He found the dagger earlier as he checked his tossed arms, it was thrown beside them at the wall. He pressed his elbow against it to open a cut then held it, after a struggle coated by a conversation, in the wound pouch.
''You think I would let you kill me!Hehe, you sure are full of yourself''. He stared at the weapon that's dry, stroking the heart left no blood behind it was abnormal, yet is anything here normal!. ''(To think the ring was my weapon all along) couldn't you morph earlier! How can I now restore my missing arms!'' He talked to his dagger but he received no response"Mahyi"
He stayed put,stretching his armed elbow in defence, waiting for the girls to attack him. They didn't budge, they didn't curse at him for killing their leader, they were froze on their places gazing at his direction in empty eyes.He got up and did a turn examining the circle of girls; they were static as statues. No breathing mouvements from their chest, no blinking eyes and no oscillations to keep their pose. ''Well, that is creepy as hell''.
He eventually did a lap with his weapon up on guard to look up every last one of them, they were all the same.
''Well, you lost, again'' The woman was sitting on his previous spot. On his surprise she took off his legs and he fell off oppressing a scream from coming out.
''How?'' he said between his teeth in a pained expression.
''How what?'' ''Oh, how I'm still alive?'' she puts her finger on her lips ''I already planed to switch bodies anyway''
''Ghahe! Switching..bodies!'' He was gritting his teeth between his words to endure the anguish.
''Yeah. All the girls here are marionettes I controle, and spare bodies to reside in'' she crouched and watched his face lined by blood from biting on his lips. ''Yeah like that, despair''
He knew she was waiting for him to scream then abuse him to shut up, he knew he shouldn't give her sadistic self a satisfaction yet he screamed louder than he did in any other time. Holding it in made it exteriorize as a shriek, the pain of loosing his legs was unbearable as he couldn't dicipate it in arbitrary rolling or kicking. He closed his eyes tightly and kept crying. He was not used to this extreme even if he experienced physical abuse many times in his life, but nothing amounts to loosing a limb.
''Sh,sh,sht'' she strock his hair gently ''thank you for compelling''. She took his dagger out his elbow then kept his mouth open by her hand and cut off his tongue "I have sensitive ears, so enough screaming". She waited till he stopped rolling his head from agony before she removed fastly his eyelids.
He was feeling despair as he could now do nothing in his state, what's the point of giving him a cheat weapon if it could be used by others, or why he is going trough this when he wished for an adventure, is he not supposed to have a great life here, kill her, not kill her, I can't, get me back. Thoughts roamed pesting his consciousness in immense helplessness.
She stood up and called for some girls. ''As we are finished, this calls for a feast''. They lift him and carried him to one of the spiral golden pillar. They tied him to it by a white sheet from the torso and by a ribbon from the mouth , while other girls prepared a granite table in front of the woman.
She put an apron and grabbed the dagger while anticipating to open the white sheet bag stroked in red patches they handed her. The girls set another tall table in the middle behind her before they resumed the party in her loud lively voices, dances and giggles.
The dagger returned to being a ring and she put it on her ring finger. She opened the bag and displayed pieces of meat , it was his body parts she sliced. She grabbed a knife to skin them and skilfully butchered them by a lamb cleaver.
He was staring unable to close his eyes,his body dripping in blood as crying for the splashing of his pieces, the running eyes rivers were not enough to reflect the scene he was forced to watch.
''You know, I love to roast thigh meat, it comes out tasty in meals even for a fellow humain''
.She kept on talking throughout the process of cooking revealing her meals recipes, however, his senses and awareness already faded from the trauma of physical pain and the realization of him being a cannibalist to catch any words.
She finished her meat chopping before she came and slit his abdomen open to retrieve the internal organs. She contemplated their pink gleam before putting them in the pot to be washed. His consciousness faded to darkness while the echo of his ribs getting broken by a cliver resonated with the music.
She was shocked as she pulled out the lungs, ''You actually didn't have a heart, how fascinating''
He finally died, it was miraculous his mind could hold on all this long in a bodiless head. He was chopped to pieces as last time, but in a more civile way or so, you can just compare by the act of cooking.