Slaves of the Beast Men #1
My body locked with the burning tension flooding through me, and I was afraid that if it was not released soon that I would break.
The old ones of Wren’s tribe have long told stories of the beast men – terrible creatures that walk upright like men but with the faces and souls of fearsome animals. But when her tribe must flee from their forest home Wren discovers that the legends are not just stories told around the campfires to frighten children. The beast men are terrifyingly real, and they take Wren and her best friend captive. Will the hunters from her tribe rescue her, or will she remain a slave of the beast men forever?
Slaves of the Beast Men
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They were black, black as moonless midnight,with odd streaks of white fur around their mouths and eyes, and whiskers like acat’s. Feral eyes gleamed from the dark hollows of their eye sockets, whilefearsome white tusks jutted up from their lower jaws to curve up towards theircheeks. Every old story told around the campfire when I was little crashed downupon me in that moment, and though I wanted more than anything to deny it asnothing but a child’s fable I knew then that we had been captured by beast men.
Four of them surrounded me and theywasted no time dragging me into the clearing where the other two still held myfriend. I feared then that I would suffer Mist’s fate, but her captors pulledher up and gave her back the clothes they had stripped from her. When Mistturned her stricken gaze onto me, I had to drop my eyes. She gasped and sobbed,knowing I had witnessed her shame–not these men taking her, but rather herenjoyment of it.
The beast men ringed us with theirspears and regarded us closely, murmuring among themselves. To my surprise Irealized I was able to understand them. Their voices were odd, and their speechvery strange, but I could make it out if I listened carefully.
“Bonecrusher will be pleased,” theone who had taken Mist said. “These two are young and healthy. Tie them up andlet’s get going. We want to be far away when their hunters return.”
After a quick search to relieve usof anything we might have used to fight or free ourselves, they pulled our armsbehind us and bound our wrists tightly with loops of rawhide. Once they weresatisfied we were secure, they dragged us along with one of them at each of ourelbows to make sure we did not try to escape. Rough hands guided us back downto the riverbank and into the chill water, forcing us upstream and away fromour camp. I splashed along, staggering and slipping on the wet rocks until mybody grew numb from the cold. Mist trudged alongside me, her eyes downcast. Idid not dare try speaking to her.
Instead I surreptitiously studiedour captors. They were shorter and much more heavily built than the men I knew;any of them could have crushed the life from the strongest of the Purple Foresthunters in a bear hug. Dense, coarse hair covered most of their bodies in atangled mat, while dark eyes glowered at their surroundings from under heavybrows. Their limbs were thick, short, and bent, but although they lacked thegrace of my own tribe they travelled tirelessly at a speed that would quicklyhave worn out all but the hardiest of our men. Their features were as heavy asthe rest of their bodies, brutish and coarse, with a savage cast that sent coldslivers of fear into my belly.
After some time observing them Irealized that their black skin and white markings were merely carefully appliedpaint. My terror of them faded a little after that, and still more so when Isaw one of them remove a bent piece of wood from his mouth–and with it hisfearsome tusks. These turned out to be only ordinary boar or wolf fangsattached to a flat piece of wood that the man gripped between his teeth. Whilethey were certainly not like us, I was no longer sure that these were the beastmen of the stories.
I could not have been moremistaken. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’m a nurse by day, and a smut writer by night. It’s my secretidentity, like I’m Supergirl or something. Only my super power is making peopleread one-handed.
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