There I was, writhing on the floor helpless and screaming the soul out of my body. I don't get how this cultivators in the novels I read can bear this sh#t. They have to be masochistic or totally crazy to just keep going on while some of they'r body parts went missing.
To be precisely my body parts were not gone missing yet, at last. But things couldn't be worse. As I feel unbearble pain, my screams attract unwanted attention. This manifested itself in the form of a bunch of unwashed figures, wrapped in animal fur.
As someone who is scared of litteraly every person which I meet while jogging while don't even dare to look them straight in they'r face out of fear to upsetting them, its not surprising that I freaked out on the spot when I saw these bulky babarians whith spears and stones in they'r pawns.
Common, be positive, I keep saying to myself, they would't want to eat an screaming animal or whatever I am now, cause I could have an deasease or someting similar. Heck, they won't be so stupid, right ?
But as if the god's were taunting me, the talest one of them came up to me, with an creazy smile in his ugly face. Please just go away, don't you see im an rabid animal ? Look, I'm so rabid, that I don't even try to run away, can't you see that that is not an normal behavior ?
But the bearded guy didn't care about my behavior and instead tried to tie my legs together with a rope, ignoring my uncontrolled fidgeting.
At last that was when I realized, that I was a relatively small beeing, but still noteworty enought to pick it up and punch it from time to time.
Seriously, why would you brutalize something you just picked up off the ground ? Luckily for me these savages used their fists with little of their full strengh. But it still hurt, maybe it would be appropirate to pretend I fainted from the pain, yeah I definitely will from now on.
At least until the WWF comes to my rescue and gives these role-playing animal molesters a beating. You know, I assiduosly ignore the possibility, that I am no longer on planet earth but in some third rate novel's world, you know with heaven defying magic and these unscientiffic horrors.
I mean, the odds aren't that slim as I would want to think, considering the circumstances, but lets face it, the fact that I'm on humans and not the goblin slayer's prey pattern should hopefully make the difference.
Unless these are bandits on theyr way to attack the nobel carriage, which just want a little snack in between to shorten theyr waiting time. Oh please don't, calm my fucking imagination, if the latter were really to come true, then I can say goodbye to new life.
With these trubling thoughts in the back of my mind, I have no choice but to bow to my fate and face the future with anticipation.