Haruki felt like a convicted prisoner on death row.
Three days had passed, and the entire time was spent with a lingering sense of trepidation and anxiety. Ever since Linus uttered the words "sex slave", Haruki was out of sorts, mechanically doing the duties that were assigned to him. The jobs were mundane things such as helping out in the kitchen, polishing weapons in the armory and counting stock of provisions. Life in the Chimera nest had been eerily peaceful and if not for the knowledge that his body will soon be offered to someone, Haruki would have felt a little bit content.
But even if he was in the dark, Haruki would have easily ascertained the Chimeras' objectives sooner rather than later.
