Snippet #2278342

The sight was interesting to say the least. One man dead, another creature, some blood. Really, quite interesting. Perhaps even more interesting than anything he could have arranged at home. Perhaps being brought here was a good thing. However, Saber was quick enough to gather some basic facts. This was a place where many people died. Likely, many people in his same situation. Maybe this was even a game of sorts, it was hard to tell. There was something about this whole situation that made it feel almost commonplace in this house. However, there was no way for him to tell for sure. For all he knew, he was wildly off base and the master of his house was just a horrible hermit whose only way of making friends was kidnapping them for a dinner party. Not likely, of course, but perhaps just as likely as his imagined situation.

It seemed that the damaged boy would be coming with him. Though, boy was a loose term coming from Saber. Technically, the injured man could be older than Saber. Logically, most people here were older than Saber. However, to Saber, they were all younger than him in rank. Therefore, the lot of them were boys and girls. Or servants. For a moment Saber considered that.

Did servants have a place in his hierarchy of people? They sort of moved about it. They were lower than him, of course, but not in the same way that the average, everyday man was lower than him. Peculiar. Well, no time to dwell on that in such depth now. There were more interesting things unfolding before his eyes. The servant, Hassen was it? Hassen was leading them elsewhere. Hopefully onward towards food. Saber’s stomach rumbled in agreement, not at all put off by the amount of carnage he had just witnessed.

Saber followed the servant through the twists and turns of the hallways, watching the woman out of the corner of his eye as well. He was studying her without being obvious about it. Most women went unnoticed by him in the normal parts of his day. Of course, nights and times of pleasure were entirely different stories. However, for some reasons she had been brought here as well. Perhaps their “invitations” were purely random. Perhaps they had simply been easy prey for whoever ultimately brought them here. Or, perhaps, there was more to it. Maybe there was something special about them. Clearly there was something special about Saber, but what of the woman?

The servant pointed to a door and Saber shrugged before pushing it open. What was the worse that could happen? “Ah, finally,” Saber said in an almost too cheery tone as they entered the kitchen. Just what he needed. Food. Though, it looked like he was going to have to fetch his own food. That was annoying. He doubted he could persuade the woman to do it, though naturally, she should jump to it. The servant seemed preoccupied with the injured creature, making a mess everywhere with his dripping bodily fluids.

A shame. It looked like he would have to find something for himself. With a somewhat dramatic sigh, Saber began digging through the cupboards for something to eat.