There were three of them with clown masks in total, two men and a woman.
They crowded around the first boy and nudged him with their feet.
“Looks like this one is defective. A cripple.” The werewolf who spoke was wearing a red clown mask and a white tunic smeared with blotches of bloodstains. He was the largest among the three.
Beside him, the much shorter she-wolf with a blue clown mask sneered before pulling the boy’s pants off his legs, exposing his deformed calf. “A cripple who dared to run away. He has sorely overestimated himself.”
“No, please, have mercy! I won’t run away again!”
“Oh, we won’t kill you. But you still woke everyone up and ruined our plans. What should we do to you, then?” the she-wolf asked in an ominous voice.
The boy whimpered and turned to look at us, his eyes wide with unspoken pleas for help.
I clenched my hands into fists. I wanted to help him, but I knew that there was nothing I could do. If only I were an adult!
“Please, I will do anything for you, anything! I can be your slave.” The boy’s fear was palpable in the air, so much so that I almost choked on it.
“What can a cripple even do?” the third kidnapper sneered.
The she-wolf cocked her head to the side and pretended to think it over. “Let’s see… Oh, I know. Nothing.”
“We would have to kill him, then.” The burly one in the red mask was firm and decisive. Without warning, he grabbed a machete and chopped the boy’s legs clean off his body.
Blood spattered everywhere, and after a short gasp, the boy passed out from the pain.
Arron’s POV
The children screamed as the boy’s legs were chopped off. The scene was bloody and terrifying.
“Sally, take the boy away. ” The werewolf with the red clown mask turned to the only she-wolf in the room and remarked with evident glee.
Sally, the she-wolf, kicked the bloody limbs with disgust. “Useless. Given his frail build, he wouldn’t last long in the circus. What a waste. ” Then, she kicked the boy aside.
Seeing the boy’s bleeding wounds and realizing he wouldn’t survive horrified me.
The two male werewolves examined the spilled blood and didn’t seem satisfied with just one kill. So they walked over to pick the next one.
“Find the loudest one!” one of the werewolves suggested. The children, shaking with fright, hastily covered their mouths and held back their cries.
I cowered in the corner, covering my mouth so as not to make a sound. Among this group of kids, I seemed to be the smallest. The older kids squatted in front of me, successfully diverting the attention of the kidnappers. Three adults walked around us, examining us as if they were picking out items in a store.
“I think this kid is mute. He hasn’t made a sound this whole time. ” Sally grabbed a thin, brown-haired kid and shook him like a chick. “Say something and let me hear you.”
The skinny kid shook violently out of fear. He cleared his throat and managed to sputter out a few words.
The strongest seemed to have found something fun. As he approached, he gave the skinny boy a sharp pinch on the face. “Call me daddy, and I’ll let you go. ” The skinny kid made a valiant effort to speak, but he was having trouble finding his voice. He couldn’t utter a word and ended up crying silently.
Sally laughed heartily. “How pitiful! You couldn’t even seize the opportunity.”
“Don’t cry, don’t make any noise, and don’t talk. You are best-suited to be amputated. ” In just a few words, the werewolf with the red clown mask decided the fate of the skinny kid.
There were a few kids in the room who stared at each other in bewilderment, clearly not knowing what those words meant.
Meanwhile, I knew, but I didn’t dare say anything. I was filled with great fear inside. Beryl would frequently tell me about the terrifying things she had read. Vampires, I had heard, severed human limbs, made them their playthings, and locked them away in the basement for pleasure. Those people were tortured for more than 10 years before eventually dying.
The thought of that kind of pain was terrifying. My mind raced as I shook and plotted my escape. I knew that if I did nothing, I would soon die.
“Here is a blind one!” Sally exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention.
It was a little girl, about six or seven years old. She was adorable beyond words but completely blind. Sally pinched the girl’s face and said, “Cutting off her limbs would be a pity. Send her to the brothel then. Some rich people with quite a specific taste will like her. ” The red clown mask werewolf laughed.
Then some people from outside escorted the little girl away while the three traffickers resumed their selection. When it was my turn, Sally pulled the bandages on my face in disgust. “Ugly monster.”
The red clown mask werewolf looked at me and said casually, “He is disfigured, I heard. These lads you’ve got sprouting in your vase have been a big hit with visitors lately. Put this kid to use. Since he is young, he would be easy to raise.”
Sally snorted. “Will anyone want to see his disfigured face?”
The werewolf with the red clown mask chuckled. “You don’t know the quirks of the rich. You can take a video and upload it to the dark web. I guess many people will reward you.”
Sally clicked her tongue and continued to scrutinize me. Then, she poked my head with her finger and curiously asked, “Why aren’t you crying?”
Arron’s POV
When J gave Sally the gaze of fear, I knew I should keep my mouth shut. From earlier until now, I had been frantically trying to save myself.
These kidnappers discarded my wristband and other valuable items, but I still had my plastic shell bracelet left. Mommy made this and gave it to me. Beryl also had one. The bracelet looked like a children s toy, so they didn’t touch it.
Title of the document What they didn’t know was that this bracelet wasn’t just a toy. Mommy put a little blade in one of the shells so we could defend ourselves in times like this.
She was afraid that Beryl and I might cut ourselves on anything more intricate, and she also figured that we wouldn’t understand how to use them, so she just put this small blade in. She also cautioned us against using it for anything other than an emergency, when we could slacken the rope and signal for help when the bad guys were distracted.
When the little girl was taken away just now, the kidnappers went out briefly. I used that time to sneakily pull out the small blade and try to cut the rope. However, Sally’s sudden question rendered me too afraid to move again. I quickly hid the blade under my sleeve, afraid of being discovered.
“Another mute?” Sally glanced at me disdainfully and squeezed my mouth as an obvious hint of disgust flashed on her face. “Can a mute be a vase boy?”
“If he can’t speak, just cut his limps off as well.” The red clown mask werewolf decided my fate again. The mute boy’s hands and feet were severed. He was put into the bucket and transferred.
The instant I heard their voices, I broke my silence. “I’m not mute.”
“Oh, so you can speak, and your voice is quite cute.” Sally was taken aback, and she gave me a painful pinch despite the bandages on my face. “How old are you?” she asked.
“Five years old.” I didn’t dare to make Sally unhappy, so I answered her boring questions, such as what was one plus one.
I had the impression that this devious woman thought I was a complete moron.
“Not bad, quite obedient, but unfortunately disfigured.” Sally patted my head satisfactorily and asked me to call her mommy.
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