Richard Rawlings (The Invicible Hero)

Chapter 33

The leader stood tall on a makeshift platform in the center of the camp, his voice booming over the chaotic crowd. "My fellow brothers and sisters," he began, arms raised in dramatic proclamation. His eyes gleamed with malicious glee as he pointed toward Mia, who stood helpless, her hands tied behind her back, her mouth covered by a dirty rag. "It gladdens my heart to present to you a special meat, for a special occasion!"

The crowd erupted in wild cheers, their faces twisted with hunger and madness. They looked like walking nightmares, skin hanging loose, teeth stained yellow and brown, their clothes little more than filthy rags. Their eyes burned with feral anticipation as they jeered and spat, their hands reaching out toward Mia as though they could already taste her flesh.

The leader grinned wickedly, basking in their twisted adoration. "Prepare the fire!" he roared. "We are roasting this one!"

A few of the men scrambled toward a crude pit in the middle of the camp, where they beg