Annie really didn't want to sneak a peek, but it was also possible that the leader was intentionally nearby. They were directly in front of Annie, and even if she closed her eyes, she would still hear the voices.
The woman also noticed that the ungrateful alien woman was nearby, and for the sake of showing off, she deliberately called out louder. Anne had already wanted to faint on the spot, but now hearing her loud cries, she wanted to die.
Fortunately, the leader was old and the end came quickly, and Anne finally stopped suffering.
When the sound of the two people disappeared, Anne quietly opened her eyes.
At this moment, she was enveloped by a sense of great powerlessness and confusion - what was the difference between a woman doing this and a prostitute in a brothel? If she had to stay here and become such a woman, she might as well kill herself.
At night, someone suddenly came to untie the vines tied to her, and she was escorted into a tent and violently thrown to the ground.
Although she could drink berries every night, it could only ensure her not to die. She was so weak that she felt dizzy and light-headed after being thrown.
When the dizziness eased, she looked up and saw the chief's withered face like bark.
She had no energy left for anger, only numbness and despair. She couldn't move, and was tossed around like a piece of paper by the leader, who was lying on the stone couch and reaching out with his rough hands to tear her clothes.
Anne was no longer able to bite her tongue and commit suicide. She could only try her best to pull her consciousness away and numb herself, "This is not my body..."
Suddenly, outside the tent, there was a loud shout, and a leather drum was struck, which was a symbol of foreign invasion.
When Anne woke up again, it was already daytime, and she found herself lying in a fur tent.
This tent is different from the original werewolf tribe, which was covered with tiger skins, while this one is covered with wolf skins.
She sat up, feeling a bit sore and weak.
She stood there in a daze for a while, thinking about what had happened the night before. It seemed that the werewolf tribe had been invaded by another tribe, and the men had been slaughtered to the last man, while the women had either been killed or enslaved.
There were also many werewolf women lying around, all lying close together, looking disheveled.
Soon, someone came into the tent and shouted, asking them to stand up and go outside together.
The captured women rose up and obediently followed the instructions to go outside the tent. Anne also followed the wolves and went out with her head down.
This tribe was about the same size as the previous werewolf tribe, with a group of about twenty or thirty animal skin tents gathered together in a place with a pile of firewood in the middle, leaving a space that must have been the usual place for deliberations.
Annie quietly raised her head and took a look at the new tribe. She noticed that their men were much stronger than the previous werewolves, and their ears were no longer pointed wolf ears, but yellow and black tiger ears.
It was a group of tigers.
Anne was in complete confusion and chaos. What kind of land was this? Why were the people so strange? Werewolves, tigers, snakes, and so on. It was unheard of. Even the lowest-browed novels would not have such bizarre content.
Is this really a world ruled by Satan?"
The leader's body froze, his face suddenly changed, and he immediately got up from Anne, picked up the bone knife beside him, and rushed out.
Anne's first reaction was that there was an invasion of foreign enemies, and it must be very chaotic outside. We can run away!
She used her last strength to stand up and staggered outside, but as soon as she stepped out of the tent, she saw a scene of hell: bodies were strewn all over the place, men were almost all killed, and women and children were mostly captured, but there were still many women who were killed for resisting, and there were bodies and blood everywhere.
Not far away, the little girl who brought berries to her every night also fell in a pool of blood. Her eyes were wide open, as if she was staring at Annie, and under the flickering firelight, she looked terrifying and eerie.
Anne couldn't help retching, and before she could straighten up, she fainted in a daze.
The tiger man gathered all the female prisoners together and spoke in a jargon. Then the male tiger man gathered around, their eyes constantly scanning the group of captives.
She had a hunch that the tigers were going to divide the women.
As expected, the tallest and strongest tiger man took the lead and stepped forward, walking into the middle of the female captives and scanning them.
Annie quickly lowered her head. This tiger-man was like a steel tower, and just looking at him was terrifying. She didn't want to be picked up by him.
But she was really too special. Among a group of women who were bare to the waist, she was the only one wearing the most clothes and wearing strange clothes. The man saw her at a glance, walked slowly over and lifted her chin.
The man's fingernails were very sharp and long, which made her chin ache. She had not bathed for three or four days, and after three days of wind and sun, she was already unkempt. Even so, when the man saw her, his eyes lit up and he immediately spoke in a loud voice. Anne was shocked, thinking that this man might want to kill her.
Sure enough, after the man spoke, he didn't look at any other women. He grabbed her arm and dragged her all the way, acting somewhat rudely as he led her into a tent. Anne stumbled in and found three or four topless tiger women sitting inside.
The man threw her away, said a few words, and then turned around and left without looking back.
When these three or four women saw Anne, they first examined her body and eyes filled with surprise. They saw Anne's pale face and weak steps, and someone brought her wild fruit to eat. Compared to the bloody meat, the wild fruit was a delicacy sent by heaven. Anne had been hungry for days and ate seven or eight in one breath.
She sat nervously with these women, afraid that they would come up and rip off her clothes. After all, in the werewolf tribe, everyone had to run up and see if her breasts looked different from theirs.
Fortunately, these women did not touch her, but instead warmly offered her water and various types of wild fruit to eat.
The sky gradually turned dark and it was night again.
The women were chatting, and Anne couldn't understand them, so naturally she couldn't join in the conversation. At this moment, the fur curtain was lifted, and the iron-tower-like tiger man walked in. As soon as he came in, the women began to surround him, removing his fur, giving him a bone knife, and hammering his shoulders.
Anne realized that this entire tent was filled with this man's women.
So do I.
She huddled in the corner of the tent, hugging her knees, trying to minimize her presence, afraid that the man would notice her and ask her to do things like accompany him to bed.
She nervously observed the man and noticed that his gaze had glanced over her several times, but he did not react or call her over.
She took a deep breath and hoped that the man would stay like this and not find her.
She was lucky that the man didn't call her all night. He just slept straight away, and didn't have any relations with other women. In the darkness, it wasn't long before he started snoring heavily, like thunder, but Anne felt very relieved.
It's safe tonight.
Not only tonight, but also for several nights after that, the tiger man slept directly without looking for her or any other woman.
Annie was overjoyed. Perhaps tigers and werewolves were different. Werewolves were lustful, while tigers were restrained. If so, she was temporarily safe, and she had time to think about how to escape from this strange forest.
After spending days together, she noticed that the man's name was probably something like "Tuno" and that everyone called him that when they saw him. In Tuno's tent, besides Annie, there were three other women whose names were a little complicated, and Annie only remembered one, which was "Dodo", the youngest of Tuno's women, who was probably only fourteen years old.