We burst into the warehouse, and the scene that greeted us somehow made me even angrier than before. Disgust and anger wared within me as my eyes immediately locked onto the large cages full of women, most looking to be in a lethargic state while others looked delirious. From the young to the old, and what looked to be from all facets of life. I saw a woman in dirty farmer garb while another wore a dress that once must have looked quite beautiful. The worst I saw were the ones who had been bloodied and beaten, bruises marking parts of their bodies, and in a separate cage, there lay a few women whose clothes looked ripped.
Shouts and calls of alarm sounded as the guards and workers turned their gazes to us. I was before the first in a matter of seconds, and with a quick swipe of a thorn scythe, I disemboweled him, leaving him to die a slow death as he attempted to push his guts back into his body.
