Triumph in a fight does not mean triumph in life...

The guards were clearly frightened by the situation in the bathhouse... The place intended for relaxation and hygiene procedures now looked like a bloody and dirty slaughter room.

A lot of blood…

Scraps of the flesh of your defeated enemy...

Rough sex scene...

Sweaty fucking bodies...

Sperm pouring into the broken anus of a male castrated in the most cruel way…

The frightened glances of the guards saw all this chaos. They looked in horror at your satisfied face, which showed only a mocking grin and bared fangs.

You have long been accustomed to cruelty. It was not without reason that your tribe of tigermans bore the proud name “Twilight Rippers”. Your fellow Tigermans (and other similar tribes) who live in the dangerous jungles along the yellowish-murky waters of the vast Jezen River are accustomed to the fact that **** and mutilation are common occurrences in the brutal struggle for resources, power or mates. Tribes of tigermans often fought among themselves, and also constantly engaged in attacks on human settlements or trade caravans. Another important feature: dexterity, courage and high survival skills in the jungle meant that sometimes groups of tigermans became mercenaries who served human rulers. And then family feelings could fade into the background - for a large fee, mercenaries could kill the same tigermans as themselves. Sentiment, empathy and mercy are extremely rare phenomena in the communities of tigermans...

Thus, your tendency to treat your opponents as harshly as possible has its preconditions in the community in which you grew up and were brought up.

Of course, many so-called "civilized" persons could justifiably brand your behavior as savage, barbarically cruel...

But the opinions of such persons mean nothing to you.

You grew up in the jungle. You have struggled to survive from a young age. Fighting, pain and the risk of d e a t h are completely normal aspects of existence for you.

The main thing for you at this moment is to come up with an effective way to escape. You need to escape from slavery. You want to do this at any cost. If this means killing many people, you will do it without unnecessary moral torment. If these murders have to be carried out using the most brutal methods possible (like tearing off the genitals...) - this will only... amuse you.

These were approximately the thoughts that were in your head while a dozen guards escorted you somewhere into the underground premises of the large mansion of your... master.

Master...

This one word evokes a flame of furious hatred inside your soul...

You think: “This despicable pathetic human... Fo-Tzun... If he thinks that he owns me as a thing... Then he will be extremely painfully disappointed! I don't give a damn about his gold! I don't give a fuck about this city! I don't give a damn about all these weak humans! I will not be a ****! I’ll escape from here, and if this means organizing a “bloodbath” a few more times, I’ll do it... with pleasure!”

The guards will escort you to a small cell located in the underground sector of the mansion.

There are no windows to this room.

Stone walls.

A closed door that is made of some strange alloy of metals.

The bed, which... is simply a long slab of stone connected to a stone floor.

You are **** to spend the rest of the day in this place.

And all night.

Sleeping on a stone slab is completely unpleasant.

But in this case, you have little choice.

The whole next day also passes in anticipation.

They don't even feed you.

No food. No water.

Probably, the “bloody performance” in the bathhouse influenced the desire of the owner of this house to provide you with comfortable living conditions.

As a result, at the beginning of the next day you feel weak due to hunger and thirst.

Something new also happens: a large group of armed guards, dressed in lamellar armor made of steel plates, forces you to leave your cramped cell.

They take you to a spacious room, which is also located in the underground sector of the mansion.

This room looks like... a training arena.

Along the walls there are armors that are put on wooden mannequins. There are also wooden stands for weapons along the walls.

There are really a lot of weapons here.

Swords of various types: scimitars, katanas, flamberges, gladiuses...

Polearms: glaives, spears, pilums, halberds...

This is just a part that you managed to look at.

In the far corner of the room you see... the one who bought you!

Fo-Tzun.

A slightly hunched overweight old merchant, who is dressed in a luxurious silk robe, dotted with many multi-colored patterns.

His face looks over you with a melancholic look.

The look of his narrow black eyes demonstrates... composure.

Really, even after you have proven more than once that you are extremely dangerous, dexterous and cunning - he is still not afraid of you?!

But why?!

A sadistic rage rises in your mind: “I... I will tear his body into small pieces! This arrogant human will pay dearly for daring to think that he could make me... ME... a ****!

The sound of the voice of Fo-Tzun echoes loudly from the stone walls: “Remove the shackles from the hands of tigerman. Then, y'all, leave us. I want to stay with my... "guest" alone in this room..."

The indisputable tone in which the words are spoken forces the guard to carry out the order.

Your hands are free.

The guards leave the room.

The door is closed.

You are in a room alone with this stupid human.

Anticipation rises in your mind: “I wonder how many minutes this idiot will be conscious while I tear his flesh with my claws?”

After the “bathhouse adventure” you are completely naked... But you have your fangs and claws. You have your agility and your strong endurance body.

You think that this is quite enough to make the fate of Fo-Tzun extremely sad.

With the awareness of your own superiority, you slowly walk towards a pathetic human.

Your ominous smile does not bode well for this old man...

Of course, you could take some of the weapons that stand along the wall...

But for what?

It is much more pleasant to torment the victim’s body with your own fangs and claws...

As you get closer to the human, you say with voluptuousness: “I could promise you a quick ****... But even if you were on your knees and begging me... This promise would be a lie...”

The old man thoughtfully strokes his long mustache and narrow grayish beard.

There is still a strange calmness in his gaze.

He seems to ignore the gravity of the situation and is oblivious to the obvious fact that he is doomed to die from your rage.

He grumpily says: “Zebracorns are rare creatures that are quite difficult to catch... This zebracorn cost me a fair amount of money... But I found out that the “incident” in the bathhouse was initiated by him. Not you. Bribing the guards... I have already punished the culprits. Well... I'll find a way to use zebracorn-castrato. Now show what you can... Come on, act, kitten!”

This bastard...

This fucking insignificant pathetic human scum...

He insulted you!

He called you "kitten"

A flood of fiery rage fills your mind.

You let out a sharp cry of rabid hatred.

You then rush towards the vile human with lightning speed, intending to deliver powerful jumping claw strikes to turn the soft human flesh into a bloody pulp.

You're almost there...

However, something... unnatural happens!

At a distance of half a meter from Fo-Tzun, you seem to stumble upon some kind of invisible obstacle that emits powerful impulses of energy and throws you back.

It's like a transparent wall of energy.

Pulses of pain pierce every tiny part of your body as you fly four meters to the side, being thrown away from the silhouette of the hated human.

Falling onto the stone floor.

It is unpleasant. However, the pain of falling cannot be compared to the pain you feel due to contact with an invisible wall.

**** with rage, you think: “Bastard! These are some nasty magic tricks!”

You try to quickly get to your feet, overcoming the pain.

Meanwhile, Fo-Tzun pronounces the words of the spell and makes gestures with his hands, forming a cloudy sphere of yellowish energy, which... soon rushes somewhere in the direction of the wall.

Strange…

You assumed he would attack you with magic.

You run towards the enemy again, trying to find at least some kind of gap in the magical defense.

New collision with an invisible wall.

New pain.

But this time you were more careful - you did not attack while jumping. Therefore, you were not thrown into the distance by a wave of oncoming magical energy.

The Human old man looks at your attempts to attack him with a clear expression of boredom on his face.

He says: “Don't disappoint me, kitten. I hope you are smarter than the average dumb barbarian. Don’t you feel now that you have some problems... Problems that are in a completely different direction..."

You were already preparing to shout insults, but...

Your hearing caught the sounds...

Metal gnashing!

You turn around and you see two large laminar armor made up of strips of iron.

This armor glows with magical yellowish energy and moves!

And next to each of the armor moves a large steel katana.

Two deadly weapons, animated by vile sorcery, are now moving in your direction!

The armor and katanas are engulfed in a faint yellowish glow.

This is clearly some kind of effect of magical animation of objects.

The problem is that now these “animate” objects are quickly moving towards you with the obvious purpose of killing you...