The peaceful night ended, and a new day began. I opened my eyes slowly, in the comfort of the wind.

"Hmm? Is the door open?", I thought.

I looked down at the floor as I got out of bed, and noticed a trail of blood. I could sense danger was near. I grabbed a dagger on the kitchen platform, and followed the trail while on guard. With what I saw, my grip loosened, the dagger fell from my hand. Torn pieces of green cloth were scattered everywhere. My eyes widened at the sight of the young lady being... eaten.

Some of the slaves in the quarry had made their way here. While one of them was constantly humping the woman, the rest were chewing on her flesh. Her jaw was dislocated. Parts of her flesh and blood were ripped out of her body. I felt a sense of hatred, a sense of rage.

I stood silently as I looked at the corpse. Why was I made to suffer this way? What had I done wrong? Did I not deserve to be happy? Why could I not live in peace? I began to recall the flashbacks of all that I had suffered. My eyes moved constantly as my blood boiled. It wasn't because I cared for the corpse, but because of what I had needlessly suffered. All this time, I wasn't given a single chance to live a normal life. Nothing mattered anymore. I had seen enough of this cruel world.

All of a sudden, my eyes stopped shaking. Everything became clear. All I could see was the 3 slaves in front of me. I walked next to the one humping the corpse. I bent down, and dug my fingers deep into his eye sockets. I ripped his eyes apart as he screamed. I then proceeded to grab him by his hair, and bashed his head into a tree repeatedly. His screams diluted to whispers of help. I let go of his dented head and gazed silently at the other two.

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One of them ran into the forest while the other grabbed the dagger on the floor. The bald man holding the dagger was around my age, but was slightly shorter than me. He sprinted towards me and shoved a knife through my gut. The dagger cut its way to my spine and was stuck to my bone. I stood motionless, gazing at him as he tried to remove the dagger from my body. I grabbed his neck and proceeded to make holes with my nails as blood gushed out. Meanwhile, the slave panicked and tried to land a few punches on my chest, with each succeeding punch of diminished strength. With my trembling hands I managed to rip the flesh around his neck, and the man collapsed dead on the ground.

I fell to my knees and panted as I looked at my hands covered in blood. I pulled out the dagger stuck to my body slowly with a groan. I then ripped the bandages off my back and tied them tightly around my gut to stop the bleeding. I stood back up with the dagger in my hand, limping on my right leg as I could feel my left leg paralyzed.

As blood dripped down my nose, I glanced at the lady's corpse. Her fingers were twitching and her eyes stared at me in hope. She... She was still alive. I cleared my head and headed towards her. I gently kneeled next to her body and smiled, "It'll all be alright." as I swiftly cut her neck with the dagger.

I stared in the sky, waiting for an answer to this madness. Hoping, that I would get an explanation to why this was all happening. I sighed as I looked back at the lady's corpse.

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I dug a grave for the lady with my hands and buried her in the ground. Though I felt the pain of my wounds, the sorrow of not having any meaning in this world was far more painful. The Gods did not value me, nor did anyone else. But why was I still here? What a wasted existence. I chuckled.

Pointless consequences to pointless actions. I had no one to live for, and no purpose. However, something in me told me to live on, in the hope of a better day; a better tomorrow.