I was in hell.

I watched in horror as the naked man with large, dog-like ears and far too sharp teeth examined me with a critical eye. Besides him, four also naked women watched in silence, all the while munching on the remains of those who hadn't made the cut.

I remembered a car. My death. Then, awakening in the arms of a giant. Watching as five children, mere newborns, were handed off to the man one after the other. Two hadn't made the cut. He's bitten off the upper half of the first one, even as it squirmed and screamed in his grasp.

The man's hands roamed over my body. Touching, palming, testing, prodding. I felt violated in a way that simply couldn't be explained, and yet, I dared not scream. I did not dare move, and even if I wanted to, I doubt I could. The terror was simply too strong, and every touch, every 'hmm' let out by the man, only furthered it.

He tilted his head slightly, looking down at me before finally nodding approvingly and gently setting me to the side, along with the various other newborns. All of them were just as silent and still as I was, watching with wide eyes as I joined their group onto the cold, hard ground. The grass tickled.

I wanted to break out into insane giggles, the sheer fear I'd experienced, and the immense relief following right after doing very weird things to my mood, but I thankfully was able to hold back.

Another baby was handed off to the man. He made the cut. Another. He didn't make it. He didn't even have time to scream as the man shook his head and threw him carelessly at one of the women, who caught him with ease and ripped his head clean off with a single, smooth motion.

He was the last one. The man barked a short, harsh sound at the women, and he was, in turn, answered with a variety of noises that I knew normal human vocal cords should be unable to make.

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Needless to say, I highly doubted these were normal humans.

Then, I was picked up by one of the women. She was tall, taller than the man, and possessed a long, bushy tail that resembled that of a fox, along with two triangular orange ears. A fox-woman through and through.

She also picked up another child. One of her arms curled around my waist and over my butt while the other did the same to the other child, holding us gently yet firmly. It was only then that I noticed the extra limb sprouting from my back, when her arm brushed against it.

For a brief instant, I wondered why I wasn't panicking more. Then, I pushed the thought out of my mind when I noticed that every child had been picked up.

A woman with long ears and thin, sharp features was holding onto one child with equally abnormal ears, while another held two children, both of whom had a distinct absence of any immediately notable inhuman features. The last woman had seemingly gone childless, and although I couldn't quite understand her expression, she didn't seem too bothered. She was also the strangest of the group, possessing four arms and a long, leathery tail that seemed almost as long as her body was tall.

My attention was ripped back to the woman who I was now fairly sure was my mother, as she insistently pushed my face against her breast. I allowed my body to do what it wanted to do, and as it latched on, I non-ironically felt like I was being detached from reality. I wondered if I was in some sort of fever dream.

The milk felt tasted like blood, although when my body finally let go, I confirmed that it was just the taste, as the color was thankfully not red. Red like the blood and flesh of the children who had been ripped apart and eaten.

I shivered slightly, and it wasn't from the cold. My... mother... gave me a quick glance, but seeing that I was apparently fine, turned back to her discussion with the man, my father, I think. I couldn't understand their language, but even still, going just by the tone of their voices, they seemed to be arguing over something.

I watched with half-lidded eyes as my father finally seemed to win whatever argument they'd been having, judging by mother's frustrated growls. With clear reluctance, she handed off my brother to the four-armed woman, who'd wandered in halfway through the conversation.

Was this maternal love? A reluctance to share her child? Her food? I didn't know, but I think that if I hadn't been so scared of these monsters in human form, I would've hated them.

Reluctantly, I buried my face in my mother's chest in a bout of childishness, hiding away from the world.

I had been reborn in hell.