The Trap

The fog is now so dense that you can barely see your own hand. Dense enough that you can only see trees a few centimeters in front of your face. Dense enough to have no idea where you're stepping. Dense enough that you don't know you've stepped into a trap.

Wait, what?

A rope tightens around your leg. With a powerful jerk, your leg is yanked into the air and you right along with it. You hear something heavy fall to the ground at the same time. A bag with stones or something similar.

You are now hanging upside down in the air. The fog clears and quickly you see yourself surrounded by a pack. They carried spears made of sharpened branches and their bodies were decorated in red and white war paint. Except for a very simple leafy netting that only covered their genitals, the people were naked. But these were not Amazons. And neither some tribesmen from the jungle.

You saw only three really dark-skinned among them. Two others looked Asian, one probably from India and a woman who might have been from China or Korea. Hard to tell hanging upside down. The rest made a European/American impression.

So it was just the guests after all. What's the point of all this?

The Chinese, Korean, Japanese whatever woman was the first to say anything. She also only covered her pubic area and red circles were painted around her small, pointed breasts. White stripes ran down her face.

"Let's take him to our chief. He will decide his fate."

The others just nodded and one of the black men came and cut you loose. You fell to the ground. It didn't hurt, but their rough behavior did shock you a little. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up. They let you walk between them. There was also one person on the right and one on the left.

No chance of escaping, you think to yourself and go along without resistance.

You don't need long, and after only two minutes you reach a gigantic tree with tree houses build into and around it. You are amazed by the sight of their shelter.

Over stairs and bridges, which connected the individual tree houses, you were brought to the top, to the highest of the tree houses. In front of the entrance door stood a black man. He looked damn strong with an impressive upper arm girth and abdominal muscles.

Probably a professional athlete. A boxer, perhaps?

"Let us in, we'll take him one to Rhei... I mean the chief," the Asian woman said. She was by now the only one who still came with you up to here. The rest seem to be back in their huts.

The man looked down at you coldly, but then took a step to the side. He knocked twice and then opened the door to the chief for you.