Haunted Wood i made your father scream

The bird the woman had left him stayed at his side. Unplucked, untouched. Rotting by the day. One would think the boy would scarf it down without a second thought, especially seeing he wouldn't know when his next meal would come. But no, he had refused to eat it then and he refused to eat it now. He didn't want to give his captors the satisfaction of seeing him gorge on the food they provided, something they could rip away from him an instant.

Orochi loomed over the bird now. He studied the ants that had got to work desecrating its corpse. Disgusting. This whole place was just horrid. He looked up towards the rim of the pit. Oh how he wished he could climb up there and run away. Someday, but not today.