butcherpuppy

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  The sound of wooden carriage wheels striking a cobblestone floor wakes me from my slumber, groaning at the rough wooden floor rubbing against the side of my face I try to roll over.

  *clink clink*

  Looking towards the source of the metallic sound that just echoed in the space I occupy I see thick binding chains connecting my legs and bound arms to metal ring hooks along the floor. The faint traces of light coming through the gap of fluttering fabric show a medieval style row of buildings.

  The sounds of merchants advertising followed by compining at items being overpriced alongside bartering leaks in from the outside world, warm ughter echoes into my mind. But why isn't any of that warmth reaching me?

  I attempt to shout but a sharp pain peirces into my mind as I watch the chains lightly start to glow whenever I think about making sound, taking a better look around the interior of the pce I reside I notice a purple haired woman sat in the far corner.

  The womans eyes are unfocused and gzed over, she stares into the abyss as drool leaks from her lips as if she were under some form of mind control spell.

  I know understand what the carriage was pulling earlier. Shit. Those 'merchants' that I figured I could garner favor from turned out to be some kind of sve traders. This is a serious problem.

  Looking back, I was still thinking from the perspective of a grown man, when in reality... this body is 160cm at most and weighs no more than around 120 pounds. By all means a target. While I sit here thinking about different methods to try and escape I listen intensely to the merchants muffled voice for any potential clues.

  "Te##f wa#ds fafw# aw#d s#gwhk ok#hr o#k"

  The previously understood nguage sounds like jumble, a different dialect or some kind of magic to change nguage perception? Getting used to this whole magic thing has left a massive hole in my understanding.

  After seeing what looked like a typical buff spell come from the robe wearing dy that was previously standing on top of the carriage its hard to imagine what the actual limits of magic are in this pce.

  *thunk* *creaaak*

  The carriage comes to a stop, without me realising the light leaking in through the open fabric has faded completely. The carriage is in some type of rge building or some kind of cover to block sunlight.

  *TWOOSH*

  The fabric covering this metal cage on wheels fps away onto the floor, I cover my eyes as some form of spotlight blinds my vision briefly. As my eyesight begins to recover I can see a rge number of human men and women looking at me and my short time companion.

  Trying once again to stand up against the strain of metal chaining me down I get an extremely votile shock of electricity coursing through my veins. "AAHHHMM?".

  "oh hoh! This one is still fiesty, have you not trained this one yet markus?"

  "Thats correct madam demora, we picked it up near the outskirts of the city. I watch it bite the neck of a goblin that attacked our escort, the creepy mutt smiled after it almost died too."

  Blinking the wetness from my eyes, I watch the bald fat merchant from before bow in front of a dy wearing a feather hat, wrapping her body is a purple dress accented with bck intricately patterend ce. The fan she holds up to her face covers the most of her mouth and jawline but even from the slight gnces I can tell she is beyond beautiful.

  "hmm, get it cleaned up and I might just spsh my allowance a little"

  "Y-Yes madam! Thankyou madam!"

  Watching as the dy walks away without responding to the fat man, or markus I think his name was, he points towards me and talks in a low voice to an assistant looking dy. Leaning closer I try to hear what is being said but and quickly stopped.

  A rge hand grabs my neck and I realise its one of the mercenary escorts from before, at my attempt to spit at him he sps my face harshly. The ringing of my ears and now split bleeding lip quickly fixes my attitude as I pretend to go limp.

  The sound of metal chains being unhooked from the floorboard of the carriage causes a slight grin on my face as I look for an opportunity to escape. Almost like he could read my mind he looked into my eyes and slightly shook his head before winking, stopping my thoughts of escaping as I instead opt for observing.

  I hear the sound of an abnormal scream come from behind me and turning around makes me shiver in fear, the purple woman that was riding the carriage with me was picked up by her hair and dragged along the floor towards a door to the side of the rge hall I reside in.

  "Are you going to walk or should I drag you like that whore little rat?"

  Realising what he means I nod silently and find my footing before walking in the same direction the purple haired women was dragged before me. As I walk I am distracted by the intense rubbing from the tight metal cuffs that bind my arms together in front of me, luckily my feet are still seperate but dragging the heavy chains is quickly draining my stamina.

  The man escorting me seems to notice and mutters something to himself before picking me up by my armpits and walking ahead. As I try to thrash out of grip his hands tighten into a vicelike hold eleciting a small groan of pain filled pleasure from my mouth and I go limp once again.

  Now inside of the doorframe I realise this is some kind of prison, I make eye contact with a varying range of different creatures inside of cells to my left and right, both humanoid and non humanoid eyes lock with mine as we share silent words of understanding.

  The man holding me stops somewhere in the middle where an empty cell resides, before I can wonder why we have stopped I feel a sense of falling before I make rough contact with the cobble floor that scrapes my knees and shoulders as I colpse.

  *cnK*

  The cell door shuts behind me, if I could talk I would be cursing the mans family and previous one hundred generations and condemn them to a fate of eternal torture. My face scowling I watch as he teasingly grins at me.

  "Good luck mutt, you will be sold for a high price. Probably to some pervert on top hahahaha"

  I bash against the cell door as I watch him walk away humming a tune and in anger I sm my head into the metal bars. *ZAPP* An electric shock throws me to the back of the cell and onto the filthy floor as my mind goes bnk.

  My muscles twitch uncontrolbly as my mouth lets out inhuman sounds. At every sound escaping my mouth the pain amplifies as the chains hanging from my frame glow in an eerie luster.

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