The moment Julius turned behind to look at that stage made up of molten rocks, he was left in shock. He could never imagine something to happen with someone.
On that molten stage was a fat human man who was in his mid 30's. He was bald and only had his shorts as the only clothing on his body. He was kind of sweaty too. He was quite ugly.
Other than him was a Cacutelle girl who was in her mid teenage year. Her skin was pure green and her hairs were like needles from a cactus—they were mounted over other. She had long hairs of light green color. Her eyes color was lime and eyelashes and eyebrows were exact like her hairs.
She had only clothing which covered her body to her knees and it was of dark green color. She had bruises on her body on various places and they were of blue color.
Those bruises were given to her by that human man and the worst—he was doing something very horrific to her.
Both of the legs of that girls were on that man's shoulder. The man was grabbing her hips using his left hand and from his right hand, he grabbed some molten rocks from the surrounding which burned his hands and then he forced those rocks into her through her anus.
The girl was crying in pain, her cry could be heard by anyone around that area.
She was screaming, "Please kill me already!... I.. I can't... take this an.. anymore..! ".
And not only that, that man's penis was also out of his shorts. He was forcefully rubbing that on her vulva.
The demons were amazed by such view. The girl was crying very loud, her skin from inside already burned and blood started coming out of her anus long ago. She was in pain, in very intense pain.
But was there anything anyone could do for her? Nothing, no one could do anything for her.
The man continued and after 15 minutes, her body and soul could not take it anymore and her body became cold—she died of the blood loss.
Julius already left that place before her death. He was disgusted. He did decide to do anything to attain freedom—but such thing, no, he could never think of such thing.
Julius was accompanied into his cage by a demon much powerful than him. His handcuffs were removed and he was done with his breakfast also and was now writing something on the wall with the knife—more like scratching.
"Day 1: Breakfast accomplished successfully. ".
That was the thing he scratched on the wall of the cage.
About an hour later, all the survival battles had concluded. Every single participant was now locked inside their respective cages. For those who had shared a cage with two or three others, their battles had played out a little differently. Pairs were forced into brutal one-on-one duels, while trios were thrown into chaotic three-way free-for-alls. In the end, only one slave remained per cage — the sole survivor.
In this twisted way, each had managed to secure their breakfast.
The chamber they were held in was vast and eerily empty. No furniture, no décor — just cold, lifeless cages lined across the room, each holding a lone, battered soul.
In the cage next to Julius was another being from the monster hybrid race — a Lizardman.
The Lizardman species had humanoid bodies, but everything else about them screamed reptile. Their faces bore sharp, cold-blooded features — lizard-like eyes, snouts, rows of jagged teeth, and long flicking tongues. Their hands and feet ended in claws, a tail swayed behind them, and their skin was covered in scaled patterns. They also possessed the terrifying regenerative ability of real lizards — wounds closed faster than one could blink.
The Lizardman turned to Julius and said with a sly grin, "Hello, J-216."
Julius remained silent, uninterested and unwilling to engage. He had no desire to talk to this creature.
The Lizardman chuckled softly, his voice laced with unsettling amusement.
"No worries. Maybe not now... but sooner or later, you'll have to talk to me, J-216. Hehe."
Julius said nothing. He was already sickened by everything around him. The twisted battles he had witnessed were burned into his memory, like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from — a grotesque image unwilling to leave his mind.
Julius sat quietly, lost in thought — his mind spiraling with just one question: What's coming next? Who will I be forced to fight?
Unlike the others, he didn't feel any real hunger. His body wasn't even digesting anything — there was no metabolism at work. Just stillness.
But not everyone was like him.
Some of the slaves — especially those from other races — had very different biological functions. Their bodies needed fuel. And without it, they were beginning to lose control. Hunger was eating away at their sanity.
A few had already crossed a horrifying line.
In one of the cages, a young orc — no older than 14 — had started devouring his own body. His skin was a deep, bruised red, streaked with sickly green patterns. He wore crude, primitive clothes, the kind you'd see in some lost, savage tribe. During his breakfast battle, he had secretly hidden a shard of molten rock. Sharp, jagged. Deadly.
Now, he was using it.
One by one, he had severed the fingers and thumb of his left hand — and was now chewing on them like a rabid animal.
And he wasn't the only one.
Some had dragged the corpses of their defeated opponents back to their cages. Limbs, torsos, heads — whatever they could carry. The demons didn't seem to care. No one stopped them.
Now, they were feeding on the dead. Their hunger had pushed them beyond the boundaries of sanity — into something feral, something monstrous.
Julius watched in silence.
His own hunger wasn't for food. It was for freedom.
But even he didn't realize how close he was to the edge — how soon he'd be standing at the brink, forced to make the same kinds of unthinkable choices.
And when that moment came… he wouldn't be ready.