The captors, actually I have no idea what their race is called… Well, until IQ120 told me. The Humas race was considered the weakest in this world. They were so weak and reproduced at a good rate, making them the perfect prey for even other members of the weakest race category. I was taught this by someone, although I don't know who exactly. I do know that when the Humas race was becoming scarce or when they fell ill, members of the weakest race would gather and do everything they could to save them.
It's almost like cattle farming, as some races from the weak category would have their own Humas that they raised as personal food. I was taught that their taste was exquisite, so I embarked on a journey to taste it for myself.
The first Humas I ate was a child, right in front of an adult. At the time, I felt a complete sense of horror and terror in the adult's eyes, which only added to the already delicious meal. As for the adult, I cooked him alive and even added a bit of salt, but I didn't finish him.
At the time, the Humas race had become increasingly hard to find, almost impossible to catch or kill, for decades before I was even born, and so their meat had become a very expensive commodity. I believed I had won the lottery. The two I killed were already seriously injured and weakened from fighting several members of the weak race, people I don't stand a chance against. Why didn't I think to report that? I really was a fool.
I guess when the male child Humas entered my mouth, all my senses offed. I wonder, was it since then or when Humans became rare that they had gained strength and started all this? I pondered this as I stared at the walls of my cell.
It was only common sense to assume that we would never have a savior and that we were all paying for what we had started," I thought. I looked at my bar, even the higher category were anything but nice to the lower category, they were ruthless and destructive… was IQ120 like that too?
If I recall correctly, although I'm not entirely certain about the accuracy of my memory due to its gaps, the individual to whom I sold the remaining Human meat was someone classified as a weak category.
"Ohh! Suddenly, my memory has been restored some of its gaps. It wasn't that I didn't want to report the battle between the two Humas to the elders… elders, well, whatever. It was because that person specifically instructed me not to disclose it to anyone. His power was so immense that my mind simply submitted to him. I can't help but wonder who is stronger between him and IQ120."
As I examine my own body, I ponder how much strength I possess now.
"You are right," I said, taking a few minutes to contemplate what I had just been told. We all did terrible things to each other, and the torment within our different races never ceased unless a race was on the brink of extinction. That's when individuals of the strongest category stepped in. Since no one wanted to associate with them or get on their bad side, we all had to learn some restraint. The only other option was to become strong enough to protect ourselves and our fellow race members.