Mark shuddered violently and slowly awoke, still a bit groggy, until he saw the terrifying deformed people surrounding him and snapped to full awareness.
"Don't! Don't kill me!"
No sooner had Mark's words left his mouth than he was thrown into a metal bucket full of water, with flames roaring underneath, slowly heating the water.
"What... what are you going to do?" Mark suddenly had a bad premonition and shouted at the top of his lungs.
But no one paid him any attention; some deformed people were cleaning a large iron pot, others were sharpening butcher knives, and the flickering light illuminated the leftover bones on the dining table. Mark recognized them at a glance—they were human skulls.
A vast fear enveloped Mark, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
More and more deformed people entered the room. In the corner of the room was their "food storage area," where they carelessly tossed their prey, piling humans like livestock into a small hill.