Waking up only to find himself in a 3*3 cell. The room was made of stone, and it was a damp and cold dark cell; he was puzzled as to why he was there and what he was doing there. Since he was sure he was working on a paper at his office overtime and just fell asleep.
He looked around to see if he could find an exit, but all he could see was the locked metal door and a bowl of some kind of soup that had mold growing on it. At this point, when he thought some of his coworkers were playing a prank on him, and a very mean one at that, so he started clapping."very funny guys, now where's the camera?" he asked while clapping and looking around. Hoping to spot the supposed camera. Scared and confused he heard the clanking of the cell door's lock before it opened up.
A man who you could only assume to be a guard entered. "Do you know where I am?" He had a lot of questions but chose to ask the first thing that came to mind. He cried to the guard desperately for an answer, only to be left with silence. " Maybe he didn't hear me?" he thought. He tried to ask again but was immediately knocked out cold with the hilt of the guard's sheathed sword.
Opening his eyes, he saw the light flittering through something that felt like a sac over his head. The stench of garlic and rotten blood clung to it, leaving him feeling nauseous. Luckily, he was able to hold it in, but he didn't know how long he could hold out before he threw up.
As he adjusted to his surroundings, he realized he was standing, but before he could process it further, a blunt wooden pole struck him, sending him rolling on the ground wincing in pain. He felt a surge of anger boil within him, and the only way to calm down was to voice his frustration." What the hell's your problem?!" he shouted, turning his head frantically whiles on the ground to atleast face his assaulutor he couldn't see.
His coworkers were doing a bit too much for a mere prank and he wished they would end it immediately. He got up, still wincing at the dull ache in his side, and waited for a response, or at least an apology. But instead, all he got was a swift punch to his gut, knocking the wind out of him
"Stop holding the line," the guard who punched him said.
He rolled over, gasping for breath and with tears rolling down his eyes. That punch made it clear to him that he was not in charge and his needs wouldn't be met.
"Move it, you filthy pirate," the guard said.
"Pirate," he thought aloud; he tried to explain the misunderstanding. "I'm not a pirate. HUFF, HUFF, I'm a salesman," he said. " Oh, then I'm the lord's nephew", the guard replied snarkily, not believing his captive in the slightest.
Walking a set of stairs before being told to halt by his captor standing on top of a podium. The sac was taken out of his face with other people who had expressions of resignation, defiance, or no emotions at all.
What surprised him more was captives beside him were not all human. Some were animals that stood on their hind legs and in upright positions like humans. Some were humans with pointy ears but extremely beautiful even though they were males. Others had thick grey skin with their lower canines sticking out. It was the most bizarre scene he had ever seen since it looked so life-like.
The spectators were also the same animals standing on their hind legs, beautiful people with pointy ears and thick grey-skinned folks. He was relieved since he thought he was kidnapped by human smugglers, and thankful that it was just a prank or he got lost in a cosplay event.
The only difference between the fellow captives and the people below the podium was their clothes. They were dressed in rags, while the people below the podium had either ordinary medieval clothing or expensive, better clothing.
What brought him back to reality was the guard who attacked him, shouting to the crowd. "We will begin the execution of Captain Hillberry and his crew. If the lord allows it, may we proceed?" as the guard faced a well-dressed old man on a throne in the company of a maiden younger than him while shaded by a canopy to protect him from the heat. The lord waved his hand urging them to continue nonchalantly.
"Execution?" he thought aloud again. There was a noose, a giant axe stuck to a giant tree stump, and a guillotine, "And to make it fun for the spectators, the lord has given you the right to choose how these criminals would be punished based on the tools here" the guard ended whilst smiling.
He wasn't sure whether they were being serious but he knew he was fucked if this was all true.