Everything around you was gore and blood.

There was a decapitated head on a wheel of one of their wagons with some dismembered corpses inside, a gutted corpse lying on a tree stub with the decapitated head inside of a bucket near it, a man's decaying body tied up with a goat skull over the head, a scalped man hanging on what seems to be a drying post..

It was...awful, honestly..

After being captured by the Skinner Brothers, you were taken to their gang hideout as a prisoner and victim. They had already slashed your legs, making it difficult to move without those pretty deep cuts aching like a broken heart.

They didn't even clean the wound, they only poured water on it every now and then...and the water was either freezing cold or boiling hot, but the latter hurt more than the former..

There were a few mutilated bodies nearby. Some gutted, decapitated, infected heavily, skinned, burned, scalped, etc.

These...monsters weren't above any type of torture no matter how malicious or sadistic.

There was one right next to your cage, being surrounded by flies and covered in arrows. It was the man who was originally trying to take you back home on that wagon, a simple transportation act. This was their sick idea of a joke. It was a "friend" for you, in their eyes.

Now, all you could do was sit there and pray someone would save you, even if there's a very, very slim chance.