She points to a guard. "Show him where the kitchen is." The guard takes your hand and leads you down a long hallway. When you get to the kitchen, you are shocked by what you see.
Other slaves are bustling around the stone kitchen, some humans, mostly anthros, busily preparing food, as though it was the last thing they would ever do. Which, you had a feeling it would be if they didn't get done on time.
The guard takes you to an enormous pot on a fire in the center of the room, surrounded by ladders. Slaves stand on top of the ladders around the pot, peeling and cutting vegetables and throwing them in. The guard hands you an onion and a small knife, then turns around and leaves.
You climb a free ladder and begin cutting, the fumes of the onion burning your eyes. "You new here?" A voice next to you asks. You turn to see another human slave. He has dark black hair, and looks a little too skinny for his height. "Yeah." you say. "Well, I hope you have a good work ethic." He says. "Because if you don't, your the one who will be thrown in the pot next. The name's Kyle." "Jake." You say.
You both stand there cutting, talking to each other. "So how did you get here?" You ask. "I was out fishing in my boat on the ocean. I saw this island and came ashore to explore it. I've been here for three years now."
"Wait, so you have a boat on the shore?" you ask. "I did. I don't know if it's still there." He replies solemnly. "Don't even think about trying to find it. We'd never make it."
Your stomach begins growling. "When do they feed us?" You ask. "When Kibal finishes her dinner. Then we eat whatever's left. But there's never much left." He says. That would explain his wiry frame. After you finish cutting the onions, you begins doing potatoes and carrots. But you are shocked when the time comes to add the meat.
Slaves, whom you assume had tried to escape, are thrown into the pot by guards.Their screams echo through the entire kitchen. You know that you'd best follow their example, if you don't want to end up like them.
Finally, Kibal enters the kitchen, towering over everyone. "I'm hungry. You all better hope you did a good job with my stew." The goes over to a huge cabinet and pulls out a wooden bowl and spoon. Then she gets out a ladle big enough to be the big dipper. She scoops the slave soup into her bowl and tastes it.
"Good enough." She says. "She drinks at least ten bowls of the soup before she is satisfied. After she leaves, the slaves begin crowding around the pot, hoping to get some of the stew themselves. They take long hollow bamboo chutes and use them as straws, sucking the leftover soup up. You don't even bother to. The idea of eating soup with human in it disgusts you.
After cleaning up the kitchen, you are taken to the slave quarters, a huge dark room with a single fire in the center. They only thing to sleep on is piles of straw. You lay in a corner trying to sleep, while the other gather around the fire, talking.
"I hear that her power comes from that jewel around her neck." One says. "Even if it did, how would we get it?" Says another. You ignore them and their illusions of a way to escape. You know your stuck here for the rest of your life.
That night, you dream you are running away from Kibal through the jungle, her footsteps making the very ground shake. Suddenly her huge hand grabs you and holds you over her head. She licks her lips as she opens her mouth, blasting you with her gagging breath. You scream as you are dropped into the darkness of her throat.
You awake with a start. Someone was shaking you while you slept! You feel a hand close over your mouth in the darkness. "Come with me." A voice whispers in your ear. "I know how to escape this place. I can lead you to freedom."
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