3 Days Later...
It's been a few days since I was thrown into this world, I think, slowly getting up from my makeshift bed. It is made of leaves, animal hide, and other shitty materials.
As I stand up, watching the sun rise, I fold the thin sheets.
I get out of the cell and walk a little distance away to relieve myself.
I then take the water I left out to cool last night after boiling it. I brush my teeth using my finger.
After brushing, I take care of the chores I was given by the old man.
First, cleaning. The whole place is cluttered with leaves, wood pieces, and animal scraps. I sweep it all up with a makeshift broom I fashioned from twigs I found lying around.
After that, I exercise and stretch my body fully.
Hmm, seems like my hypothesis was right, I think, slowly stretching my back.
When I got reconstructed—or healed, or whatever—it fixed many things wrong with my body. My back and neck pain are gone. My flat feet are corrected. And best of all, my eyesight is perfect.
I jump up to start running.
I immediately fall down, almost fainting.
Right. Just because I feel good doesn't mean I am.
I have had almost no salt or electrolytes for days. I am constantly losing the bare minimum I have due to constant vomiting, urinating, and sweating. Even a little exercise could kill me right now.
I slowly pull out a small rock of salt I stole from the old man yesterday when he left his supplies to hunt.
It is small—only a few centimeters wide—yet powerful. I lick it a little, then lie still on the ground, waiting for the dizziness to pass.
After recovering, I go to change the fuel in the lantern. I see the children waking up due to the noise I am making.
The female-looking child? She is still wary of me. She twitches a little when she sees me so close to her, separated only by the wooden bars of the cell.
Still, she nods her head slightly to show appreciation—or maybe thankfulness—as I convinced the men to allow her to roam around a little during the day.
I then look at her brother? presumably, still sleeping.
Unluckily, I wasn't able to convince them about him. He is supposedly very dangerous, which is why he is subjected to such torture.
The young boy is of the human-dog kind? I call them "Beastmen" based on all the shows I have watched. He looks barely 12 or 13 years old, but he is malnourished, with bones showing through his skin.
His fur is falling out. He has a broken nose, and his right ear is split into two pieces.
Unfortunately, he is drugged for basically the whole 24 hours—if the time system is the same as Earth. Maybe more or less depending on the planet's rotation.
I then look at the other child. He looks mainly human, but with blue hair and very light teal-colored skin.
His situation can be said to be as bad as the beast child, maybe worse. Not only is he drugged, but his entire mouth is clamped shut with iron bars? His hands are tied behind his back.
They were tied above him first, but after some dealing with the old man, I convinced him to tie them behind his back so the blood can at least reach his hands.
I then look at the last person in the cell. A female-looking figure? She is around as tall as me, with pale but dirty skin.
She is treated the best out of all the others, probably because she will be sold as a sex slave. The only weird thing is that her hands are tied back, and her face is fully covered with a woven bag or something.
I start making my way to do the other work I prepared to keep myself alive.
I bathe every day with the help of the small stream flowing nearby. I carry a lot of water up to the camp using two buckets. I dump around 90% of it for the other people's use and keep the remaining 10% to boil and drink.
The only thing bad about my body right now is that I haven't defecated at all. Maybe it's because I am barely eating. The purée they give us is made up of various cuts of meat, vegetables, leaves, and mushrooms with barely any salt.
It causes me to vomit everything as soon as I eat. My body has never tasted game meat before, and without salt to mask it, it just tastes metallic and weird to me.
Hence, I have only been eating up to 10-15% of the plate given to me, and that is after picking out all the pieces of meat.
I give away the rest to the children and the girl.
I also have weird headaches and stomach cramps, alongside feeling like fainting whenever I stand up too fast or do anything strenuous.
As I continue to monologue, I hear a shout.
"Faads roidy."
I have started to understand the language a little bit. This probably means that the food is ready.
I make my way to the center of the camp and take the four plates of food.
I head to the cell and give the four other cellmates? their plates. Then I go back to get my own. This time, I take two plates.
I managed to convince the captors that one isn't enough for me, just so I can share it with the others. I also get the key for the mouth clamp of the blue child. The key doesn't open it fully, but just relaxes the strain of the bind.
I sit near him and slowly, steadily feed him the food. I nearly vomit because of the noise he makes and the foul smell coming from his mouth. Unlike mine, his meal is mostly meat.
After feeding him, I help him drink water. I apologize to him—even though he doesn't understand my language—about closing his mouth clamp again.
I then take my plates and go near the children. I share the extra plate equally, even though as soon as I put half of the food on the female child's plate, she gives it to the male child anyway.
Lastly, I make my way to the girl. After washing my hands, I take up her plate and slowly feed her. Since she isn't allowed to take the bag fully off, let alone take her restraints off, I have to be careful. I feed her 80% of my plate's food, then move away and pull the bag back down.
I take my plate, now filled with barely 20% of the food, into the woods.
I mix in some charcoal? which I got from burning wood various times. I mix it in to mask the metallic taste and smell. I slowly make progress towards eating.
I manage to eat the whole 20%.
Then I vomit.
"Progress," I say, wiping my mouth. Since I only vomited a small amount instead of the whole meal this time.
I take all the plates and wash them.
I finish just in time to start playing with sticks? wandering around the whole day? and repeating the same schedule of eating twice more and fulfilling the chores before going to sleep?
Is what they all probably think.