Slavery
By my guess, it was around 3 PM when they kicked me out.
I walked down the road.
No map. No clue. No f*cking idea where to go.
Far off the path, I saw forests. Not the peaceful kind — the kind that reek of cursed fairy tales. Twisted trees. A dark aura leaking from the shadows.
No thanks. Not today.
I kept walking.
And walking.
And f*cking walking.
The sun dipped. Night crept in.
My body screamed. My legs shook with every step. My mouth tasted like iron and regret.
I looked up. The moon was out.
But… it wasn't red?
Yesterday, it was blood-colored. I figured that was normal in this messed-up world — like bad food and worse people.
But now? Just a regular, pale moon hanging in the sky.
No answers. Just more questions.
And the weirdest part?
I didn't meet a single soul.
Not one.
Okay — I lied.
There were a few bandit groups skulking in the woods.
But screw that. I'm solo. No backup. They'd eat me alive.
Still, no travelers. No villagers. No caravans.
No normal people. Just silence.
My eyes started to close on their own.
Exhaustion hit me like a brick wall.
"…I wanna sleep…"
And I collapsed.
Face first. Right there on the side of the road.
I woke up…
In a classroom.
My head on a desk.
Math class.
My girlfriend sitting next to me, lazily doodling hearts in her notebook.
What. The actual. F*ck.
This dream? This sick-ass hallucination?
Ahead of me sat Melvin. That fat f*ck. The guy that killed me in my dream.
Without thinking — no hesitation — I slammed my fist into the back of his head.
CRACK.
His skull hit the desk with a disgusting thud.
God, it felt good. I laughed. Loud."HAH! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, YOU LUMP OF LARD!"
The math teacher glanced at me… then just went back to teaching like nothing happened.
Yes.
Yes.
This is how the world should work.
But then—
I woke up.
For real this time.
Cold. Naked. In pain.
My back scraped against splintered wood.
I was in a f*cking wagon. Every inch of me was bruised, cracked, bleeding. My mouth tasted like rust.
And then I looked around.
Goddammit.
I wasn't alone.
Half a dozen other naked men sat beside me, just as broken.
No clothes. No dignity.
And in front of us?
One man. Armed. Silent. Watching.
I looked down.
Yep. Everything out in the open.
Perfect.
What the hell kind of world is this?