Chapter 262 There Are Actually Shoelaces
Natalie was losing her mind in this godforsaken place. She couldn't stand it for another second!
Before she could even wallow in her misery, she noticed one of the burly men pointing her way, gesturing over the fire, and then mimicking an eating motion.
No need for a translator; even an idiot could tell these savages wanted to roast her!
Talk about bad luck!
Natalie’s body shook with panic as she locked eyes with the savage staring her down.
She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Sorry to bother you, goodbye."
She scrambled to her feet and bolted, but she barely made it two steps before tripping over the scattered sticks and branches on the ground.
Already dizzy and feverish, Natalie had felt a bit better after a nap, but now, her mind went blank after hitting the ground hard!
She lay there for what felt like forever, unable to get her bearings.
Another savage walked over and started gesturing and talking to the one in front of her who was wearing shoes.
Wait, the savage in front of her was wearing shoes. They were caked in mud and barely recognizable, but the laces were still visible.
This was supposed to be a primitive tribe; how could there be shoes with laces?
Natalie's eyes lit up. She didn't know where she found the strength, but she suddenly crawled up and grabbed at his shoes.
The guy was tall, strong, and built like a tank. How could Natalie possibly move him?
She saw the blurred logo clearly. It was La Sportiva, a world-renowned brand for outdoor gear.
Could it be that there were others like her here?
She instinctively looked up at the savage. His face was painted, making his features unrecognizable, but his eyes were bright, and he winked at her, smiling.
As their eyes met, she suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity.
"You are..."
A fake savage!
Before she could finish, someone suddenly came over and roughly grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the fire.
She never imagined that in her lifetime, she would be roasted and eaten by a group of savages who should be in a museum as specimens!
"No, no, no. Help!"
She shouted, and more and more savages gathered around. As she scanned their faces, she couldn't tell which one was the fake savage from earlier!
Surrounded by dense woods, the sky was dark, and everything around was pitch black. In the distance, the sea wind howled like a beast lurking in the shadows, ready to devour everything here.
The bonfire burned brightly, and the savages stared at her like predators.
They varied in height, but all were bare-chested, dirty, with faces painted in various colors. They wore skirts made of leaves and branches, looking extremely terrifying and fierce.
"Hello?"
She tried sixteen different languages, but the savages in front of her had no reaction, speaking their own language.
The silence filled her with despair!
Where was the fake savage wearing shoes?
She wasn't sure if she heard it right, but suddenly she heard a distinct snicker among their conversations.
That kind of laugh, with emotions only someone like her would have.
She suddenly looked up and met a pair of bright eyes.
But before she could feel relieved, several savages lifted her up and carried her towards the bonfire.
She felt freezing cold, with only one thought in her mind: they wouldn't really roast her, would they?
"Eating people is illegal!"
She screamed in terror, and the savages suddenly let go, dropping her to the ground.
Ignoring the pain, she tried to stand up, only to see them walk to the bonfire, pick up burning sticks, and surround her.
The circle they formed wasn't too big or too small. Gradually, more and more people joined in, making the circle larger.
The savages held torches, singing and dancing in a bizarre manner.
Natalie grew increasingly panicked. Every time she tried to run out of the circle, the people surrounding her would use the fire to push her back to the center.
They wouldn't let her out.
The temperature rose, the flames making her body scorching hot, and the thick smoke made her cough incessantly.
Natalie was frantic, not knowing what to do.
Who would come to save her?
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