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!!! WARNING !!!
The following is an horror story! If you don't like this kind of stuff, DON'T READ IT!

The monstrous jailer

It had been three days since Sona and the others of her caravan had been taken prisoner by Kian and now she had only one thought in her head: we will die here.
Along with her were her older brother Nobe and thirty others, including a couple of kids. Their caravan had left Vrea for unclear reasons, but the presence of Captain Munue had made everyone believe that that trip would be free of hazards. After all Munue and his ten elite soldiers had escorted successfully at least twenty caravans before their; how could they imagine that this trip would be the first and last spot in their career?
The ambush in the canyon was so rapid that even experienced soldiers as they were unable to react and within a few minutes Kian had captured them all and taken to his residence. For two days their jailer had kept them locked up in large cages suspended in the air and the only livelihood that had provided was an oily, greenish liquid, poured into troughs attached to the cages. At first no one had dared to drink that stuff, partly out of pride – they weren't animals after all – and partly for fear that it was poisoned, but after the days spent in the desert, with the water reserves lost during a sandstorm, the thirst had won on prudence. The liquid was not poison as they were afraid, yet they always felt more sluggish, and their hands had started to lose sensitivity.
And then...
“I'm back. I haven't made you wait too long, right?”
Kian, their jailer, was watching them from the doorway of their prison.
If she had seen him in other circumstances, Sona would find Kian a very attractive man, and she was sure that the other women of the caravan thought like her. When they met for the first time, his brown and orange cape had enabled him, along with the tanned complexion, to blend in with the canyon walls and take them by surprise, but now, in his home, he was freed of that garment and he had kept on just is long, night-blue silk pants with golden decorations. Kian went over to their cage. Sona stared after his slender figure as he reached them in silence and when he was in front of them, the terror prevented her to look away from him. Both his demeanor and features reminded her of a noble. A straight nose, the mocking smile surrounded by a short, thick beard, black hair in long braids that fell down his back ... Yes, a man like him wouldn't go unnoticed in Vrea's streets.
But Kian wasn't a normal man: he was a giant. That being, almost 66 feet high, had only the semblance of a human. And unfortunately, the intelligence.
The giant grabbed their cage with both hands and pulled away from its hook, then he walked out of the prison holding it leaning on the side, just as he did the day before with the one in which he had locked up the soldiers of the escort. Sona and her companions groaned and pulled the bars in a vain attempt to loosen them, but the constant sway and the effects of that strange green liquid rendered useless any attempt to escape. As they moved, Nobe hugged his sister. Sona couldn't stop sobbing.
“Don't worry, everything will be fine, someone will come to save us” he kept repeating to her, but it was clear that even he didn't believe his own words.
Sona already understood how the situation would end. She tried to not to think about it and to distract herself she looked around. The giant was carrying them through a series of huge rooms full of common furniture like tables and wooden shelves, but of disproportionate size. It was incredible, but despite his size Kian made no noise as he moved. That explained why he had managed to waylay them so easily ... but how was it possible? How did he do? As she pondered, Sona noticed something moving on the body of the giant, above their heads. At first Kian's chest hair prevented her to see well what it was, but when they passed through a corridor illuminated by sunset, the object caught the light and she was able to recognize it.
It was a shield of the Royal Guard. The giant wore it around his neck like a necklace, and when the constant movement made it bouncing on his chest, Sona saw with horror that the withered arm of its previous owner was still attached on the back of the shield. Then Sona looked away.
The Royal Guard has tried to deal with him and lost. If they couldn't make it, then we...
“Here we are” the giant announced. They had entered into a room even larger than those who they had crossed, with an immense opening from which they could see the desert dunes. Long drapes and precious curtains adorned most of the walls, where numerous shelves housed an incredible variety of amphorae of disparate sizes and shapes. More large shelves with elegant inlays and loads of candles surrounded a huge bed placed under the opening in the wall and covered with pillows and sheets so sumptuous that the home of a king will look sloppy compared to it.
Where did he get all this wealth?
Sona had been so fascinated by that environment that she hadn't realized that the giant had stopped. Kian had lifted the cage and was leaning it on a kind of transparent glass jug partially filled with the now familiar green liquid. The giant fumbled with the bars and opened them slightly, then he cocked the cage and shaking it gently he slid Sona and his companions down in the jug. Their new prison had rounded and smooth walls, and the only opening, surrounded both inside and outside by a metal ring, was too high for them.
The prisoners gasped in the liquid and tried to get to their feet, while Kian lifted the jug and headed for the bed. When they were closer, Sona noticed something familiar on the nearest shelf. At first glance it seemed that there were people sitting in a row looking at them, then she realized that it was actually armors. Those of their escort. Kian had them removed from the soldiers when he came to take their cage the day before.
But where were the soldiers? And why she had the impression that some parts were missing?
After resting the jug on the nearest shelf, the giant sat on the bed and then he turned to his prisoners.
“A beautiful view, don't you think?” He said with a nod toward the window, “The desert air always makes me come up an appetite. In any case, I want you to know that I am very happy to have you for dinner, and I will make sure to find a bit of place for each of you, but before doing this ... there is a special guest!”
That said, he rummaged among the pillows and pulled out a glass closed with an iron grate. Inside there was something ... or rather, someone. In his little glass prison, Captain Munue was lying on his side with pained face. The jug prisoners were shaken at the sight. Kian ignored them and leaned over to place the glass on a higher shelf.
“Behold, the place of honor just like yesterday. It seems the least to me, considering your grade. Now that we've fixed everything, I think that we can begin” he concluded with a grin. Then Kian reached into the jug and before they realized it, he grabbed the first unfortunate that he reached. Bon the baker screamed and kicked like a madman as the giant lifted him squeezing his shoulders. His companions tried to free him from the grip of the giant, but the green liquid had made slimy their clothes, so they could not hold him. Kian studied his prey with his violet eyes while improving his grip on the baker.
“My, my, what a nice plump mouthful I took on the first try!” he guffawed, clenching his fingers around the fat baker.
Bon pleaded him to let him go, not to hurt him, but the giant ignored him: he opened the huge mouth and put the poor still screaming baker in it. Sona and the others watched helplessly as Bon legs protruding from the lips of Kian and kept kicking until the giant pulled his head back, sucked and then swallowed.
“This dinner begins just fine” he said shortly after licking his lips. “Who will be the next?"

Description
!!! WARNING !!!
The following is an horror story! If you don't like this kind of stuff, DON'T READ IT!

The monstrous jailer

It had been three days since Sona and the others of her caravan had been taken prisoner by Kian and now she had only one thought in her head: we will die here.
Along with her were her older brother Nobe and thirty others, including a couple of kids. Their caravan had left Vrea for unclear reasons, but the presence of Captain Munue had made everyone believe that that trip would be free of hazards. After all Munue and his ten elite soldiers had escorted successfully at least twenty caravans before their; how could they imagine that this trip would be the first and last spot in their career?
The ambush in the canyon was so rapid that even experienced soldiers as they were unable to react and within a few minutes Kian had captured them all and taken to his residence. For two days their jailer had kept them locked up in large cages suspended in the air and the only livelihood that had provided was an oily, greenish liquid, poured into troughs attached to the cages. At first no one had dared to drink that stuff, partly out of pride – they weren't animals after all – and partly for fear that it was poisoned, but after the days spent in the desert, with the water reserves lost during a sandstorm, the thirst had won on prudence. The liquid was not poison as they were afraid, yet they always felt more sluggish, and their hands had started to lose sensitivity.
And then...
“I'm back. I haven't made you wait too long, right?”
Kian, their jailer, was watching them from the doorway of their prison.
If she had seen him in other circumstances, Sona would find Kian a very attractive man, and she was sure that the other women of the caravan thought like her. When they met for the first time, his brown and orange cape had enabled him, along with the tanned complexion, to blend in with the canyon walls and take them by surprise, but now, in his home, he was freed of that garment and he had kept on just is long, night-blue silk pants with golden decorations. Kian went over to their cage. Sona stared after his slender figure as he reached them in silence and when he was in front of them, the terror prevented her to look away from him. Both his demeanor and features reminded her of a noble. A straight nose, the mocking smile surrounded by a short, thick beard, black hair in long braids that fell down his back ... Yes, a man like him wouldn't go unnoticed in Vrea's streets.
But Kian wasn't a normal man: he was a giant. That being, almost 66 feet high, had only the semblance of a human. And unfortunately, the intelligence.
The giant grabbed their cage with both hands and pulled away from its hook, then he walked out of the prison holding it leaning on the side, just as he did the day before with the one in which he had locked up the soldiers of the escort. Sona and her companions groaned and pulled the bars in a vain attempt to loosen them, but the constant sway and the effects of that strange green liquid rendered useless any attempt to escape. As they moved, Nobe hugged his sister. Sona couldn't stop sobbing.
“Don't worry, everything will be fine, someone will come to save us” he kept repeating to her, but it was clear that even he didn't believe his own words.
Sona already understood how the situation would end. She tried to not to think about it and to distract herself she looked around. The giant was carrying them through a series of huge rooms full of common furniture like tables and wooden shelves, but of disproportionate size. It was incredible, but despite his size Kian made no noise as he moved. That explained why he had managed to waylay them so easily ... but how was it possible? How did he do? As she pondered, Sona noticed something moving on the body of the giant, above their heads. At first Kian's chest hair prevented her to see well what it was, but when they passed through a corridor illuminated by sunset, the object caught the light and she was able to recognize it.
It was a shield of the Royal Guard. The giant wore it around his neck like a necklace, and when the constant movement made it bouncing on his chest, Sona saw with horror that the withered arm of its previous owner was still attached on the back of the shield. Then Sona looked away.
The Royal Guard has tried to deal with him and lost. If they couldn't make it, then we...
“Here we are” the giant announced. They had entered into a room even larger than those who they had crossed, with an immense opening from which they could see the desert dunes. Long drapes and precious curtains adorned most of the walls, where numerous shelves housed an incredible variety of amphorae of disparate sizes and shapes. More large shelves with elegant inlays and loads of candles surrounded a huge bed placed under the opening in the wall and covered with pillows and sheets so sumptuous that the home of a king will look sloppy compared to it.
Where did he get all this wealth?
Sona had been so fascinated by that environment that she hadn't realized that the giant had stopped. Kian had lifted the cage and was leaning it on a kind of transparent glass jug partially filled with the now familiar green liquid. The giant fumbled with the bars and opened them slightly, then he cocked the cage and shaking it gently he slid Sona and his companions down in the jug. Their new prison had rounded and smooth walls, and the only opening, surrounded both inside and outside by a metal ring, was too high for them.
The prisoners gasped in the liquid and tried to get to their feet, while Kian lifted the jug and headed for the bed. When they were closer, Sona noticed something familiar on the nearest shelf. At first glance it seemed that there were people sitting in a row looking at them, then she realized that it was actually armors. Those of their escort. Kian had them removed from the soldiers when he came to take their cage the day before.
But where were the soldiers? And why she had the impression that some parts were missing?
After resting the jug on the nearest shelf, the giant sat on the bed and then he turned to his prisoners.
“A beautiful view, don't you think?” He said with a nod toward the window, “The desert air always makes me come up an appetite. In any case, I want you to know that I am very happy to have you for dinner, and I will make sure to find a bit of place for each of you, but before doing this ... there is a special guest!”
That said, he rummaged among the pillows and pulled out a glass closed with an iron grate. Inside there was something ... or rather, someone. In his little glass prison, Captain Munue was lying on his side with pained face. The jug prisoners were shaken at the sight. Kian ignored them and leaned over to place the glass on a higher shelf.
“Behold, the place of honor just like yesterday. It seems the least to me, considering your grade. Now that we've fixed everything, I think that we can begin” he concluded with a grin. Then Kian reached into the jug and before they realized it, he grabbed the first unfortunate that he reached. Bon the baker screamed and kicked like a madman as the giant lifted him squeezing his shoulders. His companions tried to free him from the grip of the giant, but the green liquid had made slimy their clothes, so they could not hold him. Kian studied his prey with his violet eyes while improving his grip on the baker.
“My, my, what a nice plump mouthful I took on the first try!” he guffawed, clenching his fingers around the fat baker.
Bon pleaded him to let him go, not to hurt him, but the giant ignored him: he opened the huge mouth and put the poor still screaming baker in it. Sona and the others watched helplessly as Bon legs protruding from the lips of Kian and kept kicking until the giant pulled his head back, sucked and then swallowed.
“This dinner begins just fine” he said shortly after licking his lips. “Who will be the next?"