Ethan woke up with a terrible headache. It wasn't really an ache, to be honest. It was more like his head had been split open with a sledgehammer. Actually, that was literally the case since a dry, sticky pool of blood splotched under the boy as he moved.

How many times was Ethan going to wake up like that? He just died once! Couldn't Promiscua cut him some slack for a few days?

Ethan's eyes opened, and he found himself staring at an open forest sky. It must be almost noon, judging by the sun's position. The boy's vision was blurry, and his hearing was like underwater.

Ethan could hear muffled sounds around him—grunts, burps, shouts, and mumbles. None of them were familiar. He could also discern bangs, knocks, crackles, and thuds. Where was he?

The boy groaned and forced his injured head to turn. A few sensations of the body came back. He realized his hands and legs were tied. Regardless of the injuries, his memories were intact.

The last thing that Ethan remembered was that a group of Orcs attacked and caught him. They were most likely a smaller group of the giant horde that attacked the Cromwell party. A search team? Were Orcs really that organized?

Presently, at least twenty to thirty of them worked and moved around him busily. Some were cooking food, while others were—

'What is that Orc doing? I can't see clearly…'

'Is he working out? What kind of weird movement is that? Stretching or yoga?'

'What is the other Orc cooking? Are they Elk limbs?'

Splash! A tumbler of hot water was poured on his head suddenly. "You're finally awake, huh?" a gruff voice asked rudely.

"Aaaa…" Ethan screamed and almost choked on the dirty liquid. His voice was still female, which meant his body was too.

The hot water wasn't scalding but was so torrid and salty that the boy's body and mind were reset abruptly. The blurry vision cleared, and noises sounded normal again.

"That is all the cleaning you will get before your punishment," the Orc looming over him said. "Scream again, and I will cut out your jaw. Remember that."

Before the torturer left, a drop of disgusting drool fell from his lip and landed on Ethan's chest. He shivered and cringed from it, but his broken back didn't let him move much.

Ethan gasped for breath as the hot water soaked into his rags. Cleaning before punishment? What was the bloody Orc talking about?

His gaze turned to the sides, first halting on the cook. The assumption was partially correct. The Orc was not cooking an elk, or any other animal for that matter.

Ethan's eyes widened in horror as he recognized two pairs of severed legs and one limbless, headless torso on a roasting pit. From the looks of it, they were human.

As if on instinct, the boy looked for the heads on the ground. He was successful in finding them. A couple of younger Orcs were kicking around human heads like footballs. One of them rolled nearby and stopped, facing towards him.

The dead eyes staring at Ethan belonged to none other than Greta, the Elf Commander. He had an instant urge to scream at the top of his girly voice. However, survivor instincts kicked in, remembering his torturer's threat. "If you scream again, I will cut out your jaw."

'System, are you there? Please respond!'

[System is charging]

Ethan sighed in resignation. 'You're never coming to my aid, are you? What's the point of having you?'

The boy gathered courage and looked to his left, the source from where he heard resounding grunts. There was a woman on the ground—an Elf. She was alive, based on her body's frequent tremors. The face looked very much like Jenna, the Cromwell heir's personal guard.

'Yeah, that's the one.' Jenna was naked except for a few rags still hanging on. One of her ears had been bitten off, most likely by an excited Orc during foreplay.

The Elf's legs were spread apart flat to her sides at odd angles. Such a feat could only be made possible by breaking the pelvic girdle.

Regardless of Jenna's abnormal position, a medium-sized Orc with a large paunch mounted her. He was naked, with an erect dick that was small compared to his monstrous body. Still, it was at least a foot long and thick as a human wrist.

The fat Orc somehow managed to fit at least half of himself inside Jenna. Ethan assumed he, along with his friends, must have worked hard for a long time to achieve that depth of penetration. It was evident by the sores and the surrounding blood.

Fatty grunted laboriously to go even deeper. Jenna uttered no sounds in response to the brutal pounding. Perhaps she screamed for an hour during the torture and eventually lost her voice and spirit? Who knew how many other Orcs had already had mounted the Elf already?

Ethan's eyes shifted in horror around the clearing. Apparently, the Orc horde had captured or killed most of the Cromwell party. The captives were all in similar terrifying situations.

Some were bent over rocks, while others were being face fucked. Some were alive, while others were corpses being defiled. It didn't make any difference to the Orcs' activities. They went about cooking, raping, and eating Elves and humans as if it were a regular Tuesday.

'Savages!' Ethan thought bitterly. 'If I become powerful one day, I will kill them all!'

The boy's eyes fell on a pale green wolf on the ground. It was clearly dead, with an arrow through its throat and another jutting out of its eye.

'Poor doggy. You tried to help me escape but ended up dead instead. If you had actually been a smart beast, you'd have run away like Artis did. I ridiculed the boy initially, but now I think he is a better survivor.'

Ethan let out a heaving sigh and searched his surroundings for Beatrix and Athena. 'God, please don't let them be dead...'

Luckily, the girls were missing from the picture. It didn't mean they were still alive, but there was still hope.

Ethan wondered bitterly why he was celebrating the survival of two strangers. Wasn't he going to be raped and killed, considering he still had the body of a girl?

The afterlife trip would take the boy back to the skyless, sunless tar-hell with nobody to rescue him this time. No, he had to survive somehow!

Before that, Ethan needed to figure out why he wanted to live. Why was he happy that Beatrix and Athena were safe? Why did he rush out into the wild to save Velma? What do these females mean to him? Was it love? Or was he just plainly stupid?

'I want them for myself,' Ethan told himself confidently. 'That's it! I won't let anybody else touch them. I will crush any soul who lays a finger on my favorite girls!'

The boy inhaled a lungful of air and felt better. Now that his motivation was fixed, actions would follow naturally.

"Are you ready, human bitch?" The torturer Orc had returned with a wide grin. "Did you think we'll let you live? Ha! You're a pretty one, so I saved you last for our leader…"

Ethan watched in horror as an eight-foot-tall Orc stepped towards him. He had a metal ring around his neck to symbolize hierarchy.

"Leader Lobo, this one looks pure and untouched. I saved her for you."

Lobo's eyes swept over Ethan's alluring body greedily. "GOOD. I like her."

The Orc leader wasted no time. He dropped his pants, revealing a rather disgusting penis. It was deformed, diseased, and attracted plenty of flies.

Ethan's heart skipped several beats. Was he really going to be fucked by that monstrosity? No, it was obviously a nightmare.

Lobo held his member proudly and jerked himself off. His thing grew immediately to a quarter over a foot. Moreover, it was twisted to the side after becoming erect, as if through mutation.

Lobo went down on his knees and crawled to Ethan, smelling his feet. "Mm, you smell good."

"What is your name, little human?" he asked, drooling slops of mucus on his legs. Ethan had been tongue-tied by the mind-numbing horror unfolding before him. He panicked, looking for something to blabber to escape the worst nightmare of his life.

"Look…" the boy finally blurted out. "I am an important member of the Cromwell family. You know them, right? The family that rules Fondel County?"

"You can trade me for gold and horses and whatnot. I can be a precious captive! I will behave like a good hostage and won't run away! I promise! Just don't hurt me!"

"Cromwell?" Lobo mumbled, scratching his head in confusion. It took the mindless brute almost a minute to put together all the facts and join the simple dots.

"Oh? You say you are of Cromwell blood?"

Ethan tried to nod his injured head as much as possible. "Yes! Yes! That is exactly what I am saying!"

The Orc leader waved a dismissive and stubborn arm. "Cromwells have brown hair. They don't look like you."

"No, I am definitely royalty! My name is Ethan Cromwell!"

Lobo raised an eyebrow, leaned forward, and grabbed Ethan's chin. He looked at his face closely for another entire minute.

The Orc leader finally let go and crossed his arms, staring at the cunning beauty before him. As if it were a casual thing to do, he suddenly grabbed the boy's ankle and twisted it.

"Aargh!" Ethan cried out in his feminine voice. It made the surrounding Orcs giggle, cough, and chortle. A small crowd had already gathered to see the young human virgin deflowered and eaten.

"Liar gets pain. No, you are not Ethan Cromwell. He is out here in the Southern Hills. He is a boy. You are a girl. Liar gets pain!"

"LIAR GETS PAIN!" the others chanted their leader's precious words like a mantra. "LIAR GETS PAIN!"

"Liar bitch!" Lobo growled. "I will fuck you now! Let me see the flower you're hiding between your legs!"

The Orc leader grabbed Ethan's rags and tugged. It survived the force. Artis' handiwork was indeed durable, but not for long.

Lobo pulled out a knife impatiently and snipped the fiber open. The blade tore into the boy's clothes, slicing his thighs in the process. Ethan gritted his teeth in panic and raged inside his mind.

'System! Are you still charging? Are you going to let me get raped? I swear to God if you don't become active right now—'

[System is charged]

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