Reincarnated Without a Body

Chapter 9: The picture of hell

"Lea...! Leaaaa....! "

Emi's constant cry and the sound of dogs howling from a distant woke me up.

"Urgh... " I groan, answering Emi's cry. That's all I could muster at this point.

"Uwaah. Emi was so scared... Lea suddenly just stopped moving." Emi said while sniffing, bawling her eyes out.

It's a sight to see. Her face is wet with tears, her nose dripping and her saliva leaking out of her mouth. I would be amused if not for the bloods splattered across her face.

My neck hurts. my jaw hurts. My head hurts. My knuckles hurts. Damn that Fatso. I can't believe I was knocked unconscious by a kid.

And here I am, thinking of taking on the kidnappers and escaping. Thinking of taking on a group of adults when I can't even handle a group of kids.

Wait. Why is our knuckles hurt like hell? I look at our knuckles. Both of the are raw and red. There's blood on both of our knuckles. And I'm pretty sure it's not our blood.

My heart started racing. My brain woke up for real this time. It was only now did I realize what we are sitting on. We are sitting on Fatso! Our knees are on his arms, pinning him on the floor. His blood covered face are swollen so badly I barely recognize him. His chest heaved heavily as he drew in painful breath.

Horrified by the what I see, I jumped to our feet. The air is stink with the scent of blood, sweat and excrement.

I look around. Everyone are sprawled on the floor, unconscious. Beaten up badly. What little crates and pots we have in here are all over the place. The crate's content, faeces and urine are spilled all over the wagon.

How long did I passed out for things to turn this way? And who did all this? There's nobody else in here still standing.

Except Emi...

"Emi, did you do this?" I ask her gently.

"Uh hu hu hu..." Emi didn't reply. She just stare at the floor and continue sobbing.

"Emi...?" I called her again, softer. Trying to soothe her.

"B... but they are bad..." She said in between her sobs.

I look at our injured knuckles again, then at the other kids sprawled on the floor. How did she even do this on her own?

"Woof woof!"

The sounds of dog barking snapped me out of my thoughts. Then I heard the sound of someone climbing over the wagon on the outside.

"Step step."

He's on the roof of the wagon now. I look up to the ceiling as someone opened the door on the ceiling. Sunlight basked our faces, blinding us for a while with the sudden intensity. Wait, why is the door on the ceiling?

"Hey brat, what happened here?" the man at the door asked as he stared down at us. It's the bread guy. His eyes wide with disbelieve.

That's what i want to know too. The wagon was toppled over on its side! How did this even happen?

"Get in there and check on the goods!" Another man shouted to the guy at the door.

Goods? I look at the crates. Some of it broke, spilling wheat on the floor. It would be more accurate if I say, spilling it on the wall, since the wagon are toppled on its side right now. The wheat are mixed with blood and excrement. Oh no, there's no way this will end well will it?

"Alright boss."

"Spalt"

The kidnapper jump down inside, landing on some shit. He groaned when he realized how awful it smells in here but quickly moved to check on... the unconscious kids.