Being chosen as a sacrifice for the bull monster is considered honor, so the poor victims won't feel that bad for being chosen.

But it still feels shitty when you collapse from after wandering 3 days in the labyrinth. The dream where someone carries you won't help.

You wake up on a straw bed thirsty and with a headache.

"Drink." A voice that sounded like it spoke after a long time ordered and a large hand with claws held a cup of water.

"Gentler, bull boy." Another voice giggled.