Primitive Man

Chapter 65: Moga

In the dimly lit forest of a rugged, cave-riddled landscape, a group of men, led by the fearsome Moga, crept stealthily through the shadows. Each of them was clad in plants to hide their crotch, but some of them didn't even bother to cover them.

They carried crude weapons fashioned from stone and bone. Their eyes burned with an unquenchable determination as they hunted for Rona, a woman who had been the only one to defeat Moga in a fight.

As the night deepened, they came upon a small cave where a family huddled together, unaware of the impending danger. The flickering fireflies within the cave cast eerie, dancing shadows on the cave walls.

Inside, a mother cradled her daughter in her arms, whispering comforting words to keep the child calm. The father, his face etched with worry, peered anxiously into the darkness outside hearing sounds, which he mistook as the footsteps of the animals.

The family was defenceless, relying on the safety of their hidden sanctuary.

Outside the cave, Moga's group gathered, their eyes fixed on their intended prey. Moga, a tall and imposing figure, his long hair matted with dirt and grime, signalled for silence. He pointed towards the cave entrance, his voice a low, guttural whisper

"Spread out, lads! Search every nook and corner of the cave. Rona cannot escape us. If Rona isn't there, just like others kill the men and bring women and children to me."

The small family of cave dwellers cowered in fear as they heard the ominous footsteps approaching their sanctuary even more, while the father clutched his daughter tightly as they huddled in the darkest corner of their cave.

In another cave, an elderly woman whispered soothing words to her grandchildren, their innocent eyes wide with terror.

Meanwhile, Moga's marauders were relentless. They burst into one cave, their naked bodies and dirty faces illuminated by the light of the fireflies.

"Where's Rona? Bring her out!" Moga demanded, his voice echoing through the cave like a thunderclap.

The elder of the cave, who is the mother of the man, her hands trembling, stammered, 'We don't know who you speak of! Please, spare our lives!'

Moga's eyes narrowed. "Lies! You shelter her. Hand her over, or you'll all suffer!"

As the situation escalated, Moga's men tried to ruthlessly drag women and children from the caves, their cries of anguish echoing through the Stone Age landscape.

In the midst of this chaos, a brave father who wanted to protect his family confronted Moga. "You will find Rona here. Leave us alone. Take your hands off my family."

It was rather strange to see a protective man in this age, as most of them would only consider about their own safety and desires.

Moga's laughter was chilling, a symbol of cruelty. "How dare you order me? There will be no peace until Rona is in our grasp."

Her weathered hands trembled as she pulled the girls closer, determination etched across her face. With tears in her eyes, she whispered words of comfort to the children, promising to keep them safe.

But Moga didn't look interested in her, so he showed no mercy. He advanced toward the trio, his eyes devoid of compassion. With a callous sweep of his hand, he struck the grandmother with a brutal force that sent her reeling.

"We don't need old bones that can't even walk on their own!" Moga said with an emotionless tone.

Pain coursed through her frail body as she collapsed to the cave floor, her breath stolen by the merciless assault.

The mother, still holding her daughter, watched in horror as her own mother's life was extinguished in an instant, the weight of Moga's power too much for even the bravest of souls to bear.

As the grandmother's life force faded, her last thoughts were about her daughter and what she would face in the future under these brutal wild men.

"We will spend the night here! Throw out these two bodies so wolves can feed on them." Moga shouted ignoring the woman, who was crying. "Also don't bother me. I will send these two when I'm done with them, so wait until I give my orders."

Moga showed no mercy. He grabbed the woman and her daughter into the cave and forced himself on them to satisfy his sexual urges. Even though he was on the way to becoming a fully developed human, his body still didn't want to give up on the carnal pleasure of having sex like an animal.

"Don't harm her, Please! I will become anything you want." The woman, who was being pinned down by Moga begged, hoping this animal would at least care about her daughter since she was just a child.

But when the morning sun arrived, the smell and the scenery of this cave were anything but pleasant.

Moga emerged from its depths, his bare skin tingling in the cool breeze. He stretched his weary body, muscles aching from a restless night on the cave floor forcing himself on innocent mother and daughter.

As he continued to stretch, Moga's tranquillity was shattered when he heard the frantic footsteps of one of his men approaching. The man's eyes were wide with panic, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

Moga, concerned by his servant's distress, called out, "What's the matter? Why are you so excited?"

The man struggled to catch his breath before finally managing to speak. "Moga, you won't believe it! I was scouting around the cave, and I found something incredible. A massive place!

It's not far from here. There's a massive place filled with humans."

Hearing those words, a smile came to Moga's face. "Looks like we are getting more labour."

He looked at one of his lackeys, that was sleeping near the entrance and kicked his shoulder to wake him up.

"Send that woman and daughter into our place. Tell them to not touch them because I am quite fond of them. Also, if they do touch my woman, tell them that they will have to face consequences."