The Moonlight Swordsman

There's a little cold inside the cave, even though the sun is shining outside; a chill lingers inside, its darkness concealing any trace of warmth. It's been about six months since the despicable women kidnapped me and a few others from my village and brought us here.

She came to our village and said she was just travelling through and wanted to stay a few nights here before continuing on to the next town. The women stayed for a week and helped the locals in a variety of ways.

She occasionally assisted in the slaying of local beats in order to keep the village secure. She also assisted residents by supplying various types of potions, some of which were capable of treating sicknesses, regenerating limbs, and many other things.

After a week, however, she went psychotic, killing everyone, including the elderly and children.

Only a few people were brought to the cave to use us as test subjects. Yes, yes, that bitch performs some kind of technique within her tent to drain our life energy, pushing us closer to death.

Many of us have already been sucked to death, leaving only a few survivors, and I am one of the unlucky ones. I'm already old, and it won't be long before that bitch sucks the life out of me.

Today was the same day as ever, staying cooped up in the cage. The cold air inside the cave felt like death itself, and the only thing I could do was wait for the day to come when I would eventually be freed, but then something happened in the evening.

The evil woman led a young man into the cave. He didn't even appear 25 years old; he's stunningly handsome, and by the way he seemed dressed, he may be a noble.

"Spit*... With a frustrated expression on his face, the old man spit on the ground.

"The young kids would never learn. He could be an affluent noble youngster who fell victim to the vixen trap."

After around 15 minutes of chit-chat, the women appeared behind the young noble and knocked him down with a chop on his neck. She moved so quickly that it appeared she had teleported behind the kid.

The woman dragged the youngster by his leg to the cage where the old guy was kept.

"Another for your collection, huh, bitch?

With an angry expression on his face, the old man confronts Larisa.

"Oh, Henry, appearing enraged like this makes me wet." Larisa laughed, with a playful smile appearing on her face.

She opened the cage with a key, threw Aizel inside, and then locked the cage again, double-checking to ensure it was completely closed.

"You do not need to act more cautious. We all know that no one is strong or brave enough to escape your grasp."

Henry said this to Larisa while looking her in the eyes. He was not afraid of her; he already knew he was going to die; there was nothing more that could even scare him.

"Oh no, Henry, you are wrong. I'm just making sure that my new toy loses all possibility of ever living like you."

"He's unique. Not only is he attractive and has lost his memories, but he also feels different." Larisa answered Henry while heading towards her tent while licking her lips seductively.

*****

After an hour, Aizel gradually regained consciousness, only to discover that he was now inside one of the cages he initially saw when he entered the cave with Larisa.

He tried to stand up and look around for Larisa, but she was nowhere to be found.

" She has gone out. The bitch won't be back until tomorrow."

Aizel's heart sank as he heard the harsh, gruff voice behind him. He slowly turned around and saw an old man who was bald, showing no emotion on his face.

"Damn it". Aizel punched the floor, only to feel pain in his fingers.

"I thought that now I would be safe." Aizel knelt on his knees, a frustrated expression on his face.

"What kind of a dream is this? When the fuck will it end? Why don't you simply kill me? Is it a dream or a reality? What the fuck is going on with me? What have I done in my life to deserve this?" Aizel screeched and cried.

Henry looked at him in pity.

"It seems like my previous assumption was wrong about this kid."

Aizel then lay down on the ground and closed his eyes, thinking that if it were a dream, he would be able to wake up and end this foolish scenario.

He couldn't sleep despite his best efforts. All of his childhood memories, his loneliness, and his suffering as an outcast everywhere came flooding back to him.

"How did you wind up here?" Henry abruptly asked him the question, shattering the silence.

Aizel turned to face the old man, who was staring him down like a hawk.

After a few minutes of silence, Aizel finally answered.

"She saved me from the wolves." Aizel paused for a few seconds before beginning to narrate everything that had happened until now.