I was awoken by the sound of something hard striking steel and the rattling of chains. I let out a weak groan and tilted my head towards the noise. My head was pounding, and the loud noise was like a spike being driven into my skull. I told myself that whoever was responsible would not escape unscathed for causing me such agony... Wait? Was somebody saying something?
What I saw before me when I opened my eyes was something so beyond reason that I was certain I must have died. A man(?) with a barrel shaped body and arms like logs was kneeling over me, wrapped in light brown robes and holding what I recognized as a collar in his hands. This however was not the cause of my distress. No, the reason I was truly at a loss was no the man per say, but his face. It was not the face of a man but the face of a grey skinned pig with gnarled, protruding tusks and a thick brass ring dangling from its nose.
The man, or rather the orc had put the collar around my neck and had locked it so that it could not be removed. The click of the lock was what snapped me out of my stupor and I feebly tried to resist him. The orc grabbed my face with his stubby fingers and held some sort of gourd up to my lips.
“Stupid pervert human, drink!” He said forcefully, still holding my face in his impossibly strong grip.
Who’s calling who a pervert! You fucking S&M loving, tacky-ass-jewelry-wearing, NYPD-ass-looking motherfu- oh… I cursed in my mind until the moment water touched my lips and I remember just how desperately parched I am. Deciding to let constable pig-man live for now, I desperately gulp down the water. After a seemingly miniscule moment the orc pulled the water away.
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“No more! Pervert human waste drink, pervert human die bad.” The orc growled as he shoved my face, stood up and gave me a sharp kick in the shins. I winced and looked at the water with desperate eyes, then glared at the orc with all the malice and hatred in the world.
I changed my mind. As soon I get a chance I’m turning this slaver cunt into bacon an giving its ugly severed head the David Camron treatment. Just as I was thinking up how I was going to defile the orcs corpse, it reached down and grabbed the collar around my neck dragging me towards what looked like a large cage on skies.
“Pervert human in cage or pervert human die bad!” the orc barked at me as he threw me towards the cage before walking over and unlocking the door.
I looked up and weakly pushed myself towards the cage. The orc hunting could come later, right now if I want water I’ve got to do what this orc says. And so, as I crawl up into the cage, I freeze yet again as I witness another impossible existence. Inside the cage are two Humanoid lizards, curled up to each-other in fear, wearing rags and the same collar as the one the orc put on me. My captor shoved me hard from behind sending me sprawling into the cage with the two-lizard people.
“Pervert human slave now! Pervert human do what told!” The orc growled, slamming the cage closed and locking it before turning away and walking towards a giant, feathered, camel like creature that appeared to be drawing the cage. I weakly kicked at the cage and slumped down against the bars.
What the hell?! I get brought to another world and the fist thing to happen is almost die in the desert then get taken as a slave! Isn’t this too unfair!
I looked over at my scaly companions who were still huddled together looking at me with a mix of fear and confusion.
“At least I’m not the only unlucky bastard in this shithole.” I mutter as the cage/sled begins moving. Looks like I’m in for some hard times. So, I close my eyes and wait for sleep to take me once again.