Chapter 210: Despair of A Soul

Chapter 210: Despair of A Soul

Bam!

The Orc roared and punched him in the chest without a second thought. Warren folded in half as all air left his lungs, and he collapsed in excruciating pain.

He suddenly felt himself be picked up like a rag doll and dragged back to where he came from. Soon he was tossed back in his cell just like the night before.

The orc kicked him once more for a good measure and roared and growled for a while before slamming the door and leaving.

Warren couldn't decipher the monster's growls and roars, but he understood one thing: He was not leaving the cave alive.

***

The sense of time was lost to him in the dark. The only thing he knew was that screams traveled to his cell every once in a while. They could have been human screams or from some dying animal, he didn't know anymore.

His cellmate was brought back some time ago. From what he could find out, the man was badly wounded and in pain. He was releasing painful moans occasionally, however, they were getting increasingly quieter and weak.

Warren himself was not in a good state either. The punch and a kick from the Orc guard broke a few of his ribs, and every breath taken was full of pain and discomfort.

There was also no food or drink to be had. He could only get occasional drops of water falling from the ceiling, however, that was far from enough.

The blood-loss and internal wounds from blunt trauma also didn't help his situation, and Warren felt his strength slowly decline.

The following day, or at least that's what he figured it was, based on the screams that happened at regular intervals, Warren and his nameless cellmate were dragged out of the cell by an Orc.

"Nopleaseno more," the man suddenly cried as the Orc entered the cell and gestured him to stand up.

There was currently a Hobgoblin inside, or maybe it was a young Orc? Anyway, the monster was currently 'fighting' with a human.

It was actually more of a one-sided pummeling, and with each fist that landed, blood sprayed out. The Orcs, Hobgoblins, and Goblins roared and cheered on the outside, while the human prisoners shuddered in fear.

It was only a question of time when their turn would come.

Warren's cellmate was tossed forward and a stinky beast came to inspect him.

Even after lifting him up to stand, he still collapsed powerlessly like an empty sack.

The Orc was clearly displeased and it roared, before grabbing the man and viciously chomping down on the man's neck. His esophagus was torn out, together with the artery running through the neck.

Needless to say that the blood gushed out like the fountain accompanied by loud cheers of the hairy monsters.

They were having fun!

The beasts were having fun by torturing them!

"Be brave and be strong, be brave and be strong" Warren repeated these words with closed eyes and covered ears. He was just a normal man, not a warrior. The screams of suffering were too much to him and he was already on the edge of a mental collapse.

Then suddenly A strong hand landed on his shoulder.

Warren's body froze at that moment.

It was his turn.