POV: Rick Walker
It seems some woman in shiny gold armor, along with a military escort, came to the area. They are picking up the other people around me, along with some weird weapons. Are those the people Bob was talking about?
The woman then comes to me, and I inspect her.
She has a pretty nice body shape.
She seems to have a very expensive and sturdy light armor, that could probably take quite a few blows. It looks like it's a alloy of gold and something else. Along with the light armor, she is wearing a cloak that has a pin on the left side, close to where a normal persons heart would be. The pin is rather large, and seems to be engraved with a phoex that is mid-flight.
Maybe she is a noble.
Once she reaches me, she says one sentence.
"Do you want to come with me, little boy?"
Her voice flows smoothly, and has a nice tone to it.
Wait... Come? Or Cum...? I want to choose the second option.
I jump up enthusiastically, and quickly yell "YES!!" with everything I have.
My lust was so powerful, that it seemed to be sending emissions into the air. Probably just hormones.
Congratulations! You Have Inherited A Skill!
You have inherited the skill "The Eyes of Lust"!
This is a Unique skill, and as such, cannot be held by anyone, or anything else in existence, even after your death.
It wouldn't be Unique if anyone could just have it after you died after all.
What the F-!?! I mean, what the hell?
Well, I like freebies, so I guess I'll take it.
Realizing what I was doing, I composed myself quickly.
The woman doesn't seem to notice this, and grabs my hand, helping me up. She then proceeds to hold my hand and bring me to what seems to be the escort. I decide to take the hammer along with me, since no good author leaves their characters to decide their own fates.
How horrible would it be if they could think for themselves?
'What is this place, anyways? Was it a research facility? No, that wouldn't make sense.'
I decide to leave this place to be categorized as a torture place in my mind, and focus on my surroundings again.
There is only rubble around, and looking farther up, there is another ceiling.
Unlike the one in the torture facility itself, this seems naturally formed, almost like a cavern.
We soon reach the escort after traversing through the rubble.
As we approach, some start looking at the woman with lust, and the rest, including the woman, look at me... with an even more intense lust.
Why can I feel the intensity of their lust? That's strange. It also makes no sense whatsoever.
I mean, is there really any difference? Lust is Lust.
As I finish my short thought process, the woman begins to speak.
"I'm keeping this one. The rest will be dealt with the way we planned."
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What does she mean by dealt with? What's going on?
It seems as though this is going to be my biggest problem later on.
The other children are still unconscious, and completely ignorant to their fate.
I take a quick scan of the other children, just so that I can remember who they are, and count thirteen. Including me, that would make fourteen children in this facility.
Judging from the amount of rubble in this place, it was more than large enough to hold fourteen children. Actually, it seems far too large for that.
But, what else was here?
Why would they need so much space for only fourteen children?
For now, I don't need to think about it.
There's no point in thinking about something that is already destroyed, after all.
"Ok, people, get ready to move out!"
The woman says this, and I realize something.
'The Bicorn corpse!'
I could use that for something!
I go to the woman, and ask her, in my annoyingly high-pitched voice, "Can I bring the horsey with me?"
Ugh, oh god. I feel like puking. Couldn't I have thought of a better way?
The woman responds quickly.
"Of course you can! But, you will owe me more. Do you accept?"
"Okay!"
I made such a quick response, that I didn't realize what just happened.
I owe her now. Not only that, with her wording, she made it so that I owed her for taking me home with her.
That means, I owe her a lot. And I mean a lot.
I feel like I just dug a really deep hole for myself.
The woman says some more things to the escort, and they bring the Bicorn corpse to a nearby carriage.
I really hope that corpse is worth its weight in gold.
After placing the corpse in the carriage, they place the rest of the children on, then get in a formation surrounding the carriage.
Next, I get on the carriage along with the woman, and we take off.
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The surrounding scenery as we move towards the caverns exit is rather plain.
All there is, is rocks, rocks, rocks, and more rocks.
Oh! That's a pretty large stalactite. Or is it stalagmite?
It's on the roof, so it should be a stalactite. unless they have a completely different name for them.
Something like, "The Menacing Earth Dragons teeth!"
I decide to ask the woman.
"Hey, Missus."
"Don't call me Missus, call me Big Sis Kate."
Umm, Ok...?
"Big Sis Kate, what are those spiky rocks called?"
"What do you mean? They're just rocks. Actually, I didn't catch your name earlier. What might it be?"
"My name is Rick. Rick Walker."
"Oh, what a wonderful name."
The conversation stops there. We are left with an awkward silence, as Kate - since I don't know her full name - stares at me with a silent intensity.
I decide I should just got to sleep for the rest of this trip, unless I want to stay subject to that weird gaze.
I skillfully go to sleep in the most natural way possible, so as not to raise any suspicions.
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I open my eyes slowly, so that they can adjust to the light.
Looking around myself in a lazy fashion, I see unfamiliar people crowded around, watching me.
A few are holding what looks to be medical equipment. Another is slowly applying a syringe to my arm.
In my tiredness, I completely dismiss the strangeness of the situatuion.
The syringe connects, and pierces my skin. I feel a strange viscous fluid injected into my arm slowly, making space for itself.
A notification is recieved, which I ignore over the feeling of the strange fluid.
You Have been Injected With An Alchemical Tranquilizer.
Your Cognitive Functions Will Not Resume until thirty-six hours, eighteen minutes, and four seconds have passed.
The people start to do something to me with the medical equipment, as black encloses my vision.
I close my eyes again, ever so slowly drifting back to sleep.
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I wake up with a start, quickly sitting up while in a cold sweat.
'What happened? Did I actually fall asleep in the carriage?'
I look around, noticing that I am in a rather luxurious room. There is a window to the left, with red silk curtains draped over it, that have a golden embroiderie. In the corners of the room, there seems to be quarter pillars, designed simialrly to Roman pillars. The roof has an intricate carving of a phoenix mid-flight, just like the pin worn by Kate, and directly in front of me, there seems to be a door. To the right, there is another door that seems to lead to a closet.
I am currently sitting on a bed, which seems even more comfortable than the ones made with modern technology. Would it still be considered modern technology, since I'm not in the same world? I guess it doesn't matter.
At either side of the bed, there are dressers, one with the hammer on top of it.
Now with my location inspected, I check myself.
I seem to be naked, which is new.
There are no differences in the rest of my body, however.
I decide to ignore the fact that I am in the nude for now, and get up from the bed.
Still feeling that horrible gaze, even in the confines of this room, I start to move with a bit more haste.
With my lack of clothes, I opt to cover my body with the sheets.
With a childs body, it seems slightly large, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
I'm not sure if these are even desperate times, though.
After wrapping the sheets around myself in the least elegant manner possible, I walk over to the door, and begin to open it.
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I fail.
Miserably.
I guess I'm in confinment again...?