The Truth Will Always Show

Standing outside the building there was not much to notice on the exterior, but I kept getting this sense that made me flinch a little. At the entryway, there was no defense outside the building. I went inside with a plan in mind and was fully prepared for any downside that would occur like last time. Upon entering the chamber, I was immediately struck by the stunning decorations that were illuminated with a bright glow. The space inside the building appeared to be much more spacious than it appeared from the outside. As I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

The ancient and profound art that adorned the walls hinted at something significant to come, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on yet. The marble flooring beneath my feet exuded a sense of grandeur and importance as if I were about to witness something truly remarkable. From what I have seen so far, the company seemed to be well put together and organized. However, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. As I gazed out the window, I noticed that only the color red was visible on the hallway entry that I was standing on, a sign of something ominous or perhaps exciting to come. Whatever it was, I couldn't wait to find out. It took me 7 minutes to make it at the end of the hallway still fascinated by the art that was plastered on the walls.

" Welcome dear traveler to the Hampton SorU Company! How can I help you today." For someone to be working as a receptionist who works for a company that sells slaves for a living, sure seems to be in a jovial mood. " Yes I am here to purchase a slave that knows combat training of HungGar martial arts, and they have to be an adult," I said in a lucid tone. The woman who was speaking with me had hefty beach waves in her hair that reminded me of a cinder wood, she had blue and green swirly eyes that resembled water peals that showed they had curiosity in them. She had a very slim and firm waist and had a chest size of a C-cup. Her skin was smooth like milk butter with a little tan that showed her features with grace. The lady then proceeded to look through her slave booking account with a slightly pale look on her face, which didn't sit well with me at all. She then proceeded to tell me that I should go left to the second floor. I had bowed out of respect and courtesy, and spoke with a sly smirk " Thank you beautiful flower.

After a goodbye bow, I took the time out to actually look around at my surroundings to see the directions that the lady had given to me. While walking with my head held up high, I could see in my view that there was only one door in the middle of the hallway, where the kind lady had given me directions. Thinking out loud "Why is everything still giving off creepy vibes", with the notion that I always need an exit plan at all times. In the hallway, you could smell fresh paint, but only over here near the slave's door, the decorations looked so plain, it was almost like the entryway was just for show to only trick people into keep going though the building. I'm not feeling the energy enthusiasm and effort that they didn't put in the decorations into making into the back.

I know I'm going to find out soon enough that sometimes I really need to shut up. I had a gut feeling that something wasn't sitting right with me. Now I don't know why I am getting this feeling for the third time today, but just in case I had made sure I had everything prepared before going inside the door that had one word drawn on it, 'Slaves'. I'm not trying to put myself in a situation where I have to at least run for my life, as in like my feet were on fire from running bare on some hot sand with no shoes,... I'm good on that. Upon entering the old rusting metal door I felt a cold eerie shiver go down my spine. When I was fully inside, the door slammed immediately right after me with a rush.

To be real it did on the low scare me a little bit, but I had to play it off, I didn't want anybody thinking that they could easily bully me for real. When I had finally calmed down I realized that I stepped into an all-out slave battle to the death. The space wasn't that large but on a medium-sized scale arena that was 66' times 120' with the style of old modern Egypt fashion. What really put the ice on the tip of the iceberg was when I saw that slaves were being mistreated like their life was worth less than insects, watching this horrendous scene unfolding made my blood boil. I wanted to burn everything in sight at the action that was happening in the front of the me, but I know the consequences would be on a pernicious level that I knew I wouldn't be able to come out alive.

The slaves who was fighting to the death look like they was on the verge of collapsing. One of them was a decendent of the god hydra that was also mixed with a incubi demon, his name was Derilen. The other slave was a mantikhoras that is mixed with cyclopes that made it to at least on a knight level, her name was shidiamond. The seats were full to the brim with creatures from all over, some of them were yelling every time both fighters had either made a critical hit or one of them avoided a deadly strike.

looking at them closely I could tell that shidiamond is the one who is going to win. Her moves was sharp but persistent. You could tell just by looking that she wanted blood!