Three days ago, the ogre responsible for watching us came and without even taking a look at me, who was tied up like meat in a butcher's warehouse, he was directed towards the young woman who was tied to the post in the middle of the room, he grabbed her by the jaw, muttered a few things to her and the young woman spat on him.
Wiping the spittle with his right and the hideous animation brought it to his mouth, which resulted in an unpleasant slurping noise, when he withdrew his right and just after with that same hand, he gave it a slap, a slap which resonated throughout the room.
He held her face again, his lips lifted into a ghoulish smile.
"Very dear quality dishes, you know I always wanted to become a good cook, since the one who was responsible for preparing our dishes for us was executed for rebellion, it is I who am in charge of this modest work now…" he said, opening his arm wide as if waiting to be cheered.
