Deep Within the hulls of this ship that sailed against the storm regardless of the beating the ocean waves gave it, above the bottom deck where the slaves were kept, two men, with identical looks facially as well as in tattoos smiled at each other as they made bets.
These two were the slave guards on duty for the night.
A wooden table lay in between them with a magic lantern powered by soul energy. It burned brightly, illuminating the room, not so much, but just enough for both of them to enjoy their fun.
By their side was a Goblin woman. These race of people were very short and green of skin with long noses. Their appearances were not so desirable.
However, aside from their faces, the remaining part of their bodies had a way of making a man filled with desire look their way.
The Goblin woman, with chains bound to her feet, hands, and neck like the others, was naked and on her knees. She massaged the legs of one of them.
Her task had been a simple one. She was to satisfy the needs of any guard on slave watch duty, no matter what it was.
On her green skin were slash and whip marks. Evidently, she had suffered a great deal at the hands of these slavers. Her clothes were nothing but a brown gown that was already in rags, exposing her skin at different points.
Regardless of her suffering, she performed her duty with the most caring of fingers and a smile on her face.
Both men, evidently twins laughed loudly.
The game they played was a simple one. A very famous game in the Aztec kingdom.
The first person would place a hand on the table with their digits spread wide open. And with a knife, he would dance the edge of the blade in between his fingers for ten seconds and then it would be the turn of the next person.
After every turn, the timer for the knife dance in between the digits would increase. This was a very risky game as stabbing into one's own hand was the least of worries. Cutting a digit was also a possibility. However, it was an excellent teacher of precision.
One that both of them enjoyed.
They cheered loudly as they played. However, they were soon bored out as both of them were fairly good in the game.
They looked at one another and sighed. "It's always so boring whenever we transport slaves."
"Yes, it is. For two weeks and four days, there is literally nothing to do. This is truly a man's hell!" The second one added, supporting his brother as he slumped into the backrest of his chair.
At that moment, the goblin massaged too hard.
"You fucking Mudblood! Are you stupid? Do you want to remove my toenails?"
The Goblin woman immediately bowed, barely spitting out apologies. "Sorry, Elga... sorry... Elga sorry!"
However, the guard frowned. He did not like the ugly face of the goblin.
He kicked her on the face, causing Elga to bleed from her nose as she fell to the ground. However, she immediately got to her feet to continue massaging his feet.
However, he kicked her again.
This time around, her fall exposed in between her legs. The guard saw this, quickly having a different desire in mind.
However, his brother patted his shoulder, "Come, brother! It's time for the routine check."
The second guard sighed, "Really!? Do we have to do it now? I mean I am already getting hard. Let's do the check after we fuck this one!"
However, the first guard stood to his feet as he fixed his knife on its scabbard. "Come on, you can fuck all you want once we check on the mudbloods. It's just a quick check. If we don't do it, captain Hippo will be mad at us."
The second guard sighed again but he followed after his brother.
The sway of the ship did not in any way affect these men as they navigated through the ship, down its creaking stairs that threatened heavily to break under their weight. However, those creaking sounds were just empty threats.
Inside the ship was not the best of smells, but below, where the slaves, supernatural creatures, and humans were kept was even worse.
The men came down, carrying their lanterns, and they went on their routine check around the cages.
There was a light commotion in one of the rather larger cages with more supernatural creatures. It sounded like a struggle of sorts.
Immediately, they headed there.
However, when they looked inside, all they did was chuckle at the sight before them.
It was Gray, pinned to the ground, and on the other side, Cherry, pleading for help as the Orc took her in its hand to enjoy feasting on her.
"Hahaha!!! It would seem like it has already started. The strong feeding on the weak."
The second guard chuckled lowly, "Yes brother. I knew it would eventually happen. But I must say that these ones lasted longer than the last batch. Those bastard mudbloods were feeding on each other on the first week."
The first nodded.
"Finally a show to watch. I thought boredom would take my life up there!" The second guard commented as he rolled over a barrel not far away to have a seat.
"Are you sure you rather not go up and Fuck that bitch!?" The first guard teased.
"That ugly bastard? I can always do her whenever I want, but it's not every day that you get to watch mudbloods feed on each other like the cockroaches they are!"
Both of them laughed loudly at this.
The first guard also took a barrel and sat on it, "Say, brother, who do you think they will eat up first? The boy or the girl?"
"I bet you ten bronze coins that it's the girl. I mean look at her. Even I would not mind a barbecue from those rosy cheeks." The second guard responded.
"I think so too!"
They laughed loudly, not in bit interested in stopping the actions of the supernatural creatures.
Both guards came to watch a show. It was supposed to be a feast of the strong devouring the weak, however, what happened next made them freeze in shock.
Gray's hands suddenly moved...
(Author's note: Damn... these cliffhangers are wicked...LOL)