Escape. You and the half-orc are trying to escape, despite extremely low chances...

Escape…

Escape again.

This word reflects the essence of your life over the past month.

Or maybe even more than a month?

Probably. in the metaphorical sense of the word, you have always tried to “escape from responsibility”, to give the burden of decision-making to someone else...

It’s so convenient: to come to someone strong and ask him to make your life easy and pleasant!

Well…

Now, you see where this pattern of behavior led you...

So you and your only companion are running through the forest.

You and Oolok quickly move through the forest thickets, fleeing from pursuers who have many times superior forces.

And one more thing: your pursuers have a passionate desire to do something with your person... something mysterious and very unpleasant for you.

You and your wounded companion continue to move among the exotic vegetation.

Bushes, thickets of ferns, spreading branches of broad-leaved trees...

The forest located on this elven tropical island seems strange to you - after all, most of your life you have lived in more northern lands, which have a colder climate.

As you both move through the brush, Oolok grumbles and curses, muttering under his breath.

However, among the irritable insults, swearing and other manifestations of bad character, there is a fragmentary phrase that focuses on the fact that you were able to do something outstanding.

Taking a fleeting glance in your direction, the half-orc says, hissing from the pain in his wounds: “You turned out to be not such a useless fag-cocksucker... Surprisingly, sucking my dick is not your only talent! Killing a werewolf is fucking hard... Of course, you were lucky that there was a suitable weapon nearby and that that bastard Franz was too confident... Arghhh! Fuck! Fucking crap! How painful! Shit-eater Franz! No wonder I never trusted him! I hope this scum died in agony!”

You don't have time to answer anything.

You both need to hurry. After all, it is very likely that your pursuers will not calm down and will continue to make attempts to harm you.

However, this rude phrase from Oolok is clearly some kind of display of... gratitude.

Your quick instinctive action saved the half-orc's life. It is obvious that your pursuers were simply going to kill him. And they were going to return you to the castle so that...

To do something scary...

The unknown only serves to increase the terror in your mind.

Judging by the evidence that the half-orc showed you, your elven relatives secretly delivered half-elves like you to the castle for some secret purpose.

Five shackled and helpless half-elf prisoners who are in the dungeon of Tideblade Castle.

And they all look like you.

The similarity is so noticeable that...

The thought of kinship arises in your mind.

Probably, just like you, these half-elves have the blood of the Hyureeno elven family flowing in their veins.

It's disgusting, but it seems true.

Something terrible was preparing in the castle dungeon. Something that requires blood. Kins blood.

You try to abstract yourself from these thoughts.

You're scared to even think about it.

You continue to move quickly through the forest.

However, you cannot completely get rid of sad thoughts.

The awareness of the failure of your desire to achieve wealth, luxury and nobility only due to the fact that your elven relatives will help you is pulsating in your head.

In reality, your elven relatives manipulated you.

They were preparing a fate for you, the realization of which sends chilling horror into your soul.

You think bitterly: “I’m just an idiot! I hoped that I would be provided with a life of luxury and wealth just because of my origin! A little more and something terrible would have happened to me! And now I have to flee again... I’m like a pitiful beggar who faces danger at every turn...”

Indeed, the situation is repeating itself.

Now you are **** to flee.

Only, unlike escaping from the city of Skelweerd, now you have much fewer options.

Now you only have the half-orc Oolok with you, who intends to help you for now.

But will he change his mind in the future?

Previously, various persons helped you...

For example: Franz, who turned out to be a secret agent of your elven relatives...

An example that proves that behind the guise of disinterested friendly help, malicious plans and danger can be hidden.

The events that have taken place contribute to fueling paranoia in your mind.

Can anyone really be trusted?

Judging by Oolok's words and actions, this half-orc criminal is simply enjoying using you as a submissive bitch to fuck. He likes to fuck your holes with his big greenish dick. Therefore, he continues to help you for now.

But if circumstances change, the half-orc may change his mind...

You look anxiously into the half-orc's face, which is distorted by a grimace of pain and irritation.

So far, your thoughts do not lead to the formation of certain intentions...

Continuing the journey into the depths of the forest...

Long hours of walking through the forest thickets...

You are very tired.

Oolok says, turning around: “We probably managed to confuse the pursuing groups...”

You say timidly, “Maybe... Maybe they’ll stop following me?”

Oolok looks at you with a sarcastic look: “Jerome... Do you think that if your elven aristocratic relatives invested a hell of a lot of money in guarding and transporting you to this shitty island - will they give up their twisted plans so easily? They've probably been planning this shit for years... Magic daggers, secret agents, payment for the ship... Right away, as soon as the captain of the Skelweerd city guard offered to organize your departure on a ship from the port, I thought that some kind of intrigue was woven around your person! So... Do you think that these arrogant aristocrats-scums will simply say - “Let the cocksucker Jerome now calmly run wherever he wants - we will not bother him!” Do you really think they’ll leave you alone?”

You say: “I guess... You're right, Oolok... They will haunt me as long as I live...”

The half-orc laughs mockingly, wincing from the pain in his wounds: “The funny thing is that agents of your elven aristocratic shit-eating family and agents of their competitors are hunting for your head. Some want to take you to the Tideblade Castle dungeon to commit some perverted shit, while others just want to kill you! Enjoy knowing that you will have to run for a very long time! Ha! Ha! If, of course, you want to survive... You can cry like a weak girl and die, or you can try to adapt to reality... For example, I have long been accustomed to being an outcast criminal for whom there is no reliable home... So you have a choice..."

The half-orc's phrase is interrupted by a sudden event.

Both of you, moving among the dense thickets of tropical ferns, stepped on a surface that seemed to be ordinary soil, which was covered with a layer of moss.

However, you feel your feet slipping...

You and Oolok are falling down somewhere...

Curved roots...

Earth…

Stones...

Your bodies are flying into the darkness through some narrow hole in the ground.

You are confused about grabbing onto something to stop your fall.

Unfortunately, you can only slightly reduce the speed of your fall.

You both hit the rocky ground painfully.

The half-orc curses dirty.

He gets up from the ground with difficulty and looks up.

The narrow hole in the ground that you both fell into is now about fifteen meters high.

In the stream of **** from the half-orc, you discern the words of an explanation of what happened: "Fucking crap! Fucking faggy elfish island of fucking shit-eating bitches! Why the fuck am I so unlucky! First the wounds from the claws of the bastard werewolf... Now the fall into a fucking abandoned well! I'm so tired of all this crap! Fuck!"

Indeed, it looks like you both fell into a destroyed and long-dry well.

Probably, once upon a time, in the middle of this forest, there was a settlement in which this well was built.

The half-orc looks around.

You also look around.

It's very dark around.

A small amount of light comes only from the hole in the ground into which you fell.

Unfortunately, there is no rope or chain with a bucket nearby. Such things were probably taken away from here a long time ago.

But you feel a breath of air.

As if this underground space is large enough.

Oolok rummages through his bag and finds the means to light a small fire. He quickly makes a torch.

Thanks to the dim light of the torch, you both realize that there is a certain corridor leading in a northern direction. What is located there, you do not know. It's too dark there. But there is a possibility that this corridor will lead to an exit to the surface of the earth.

Oolok sighs and walks, limping slightly, into the darkness of the corridor.

He lights the way with a torch.

You follow the half-orc, rubbing the sore scrapes and bruises on your elbows that you received when you fell.