Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 88

"Forgive us, Lugal for getting on your nerves. We shall pay with our lives if you so want it."

The head Cannibal swore. All the Cannibals were bowing before him, on their knees, at the foot of the baobab tree.

"You do too much. If you pay with your lives, where does that leave me? What does that make me?"

Damien hated the thought of bossing then around. He knew what that felt like. He had been subjected to such cruelty all his life. He didn't want someone else to go through it.

But then again, he wouldn't forget that he wasn't dealing with people who had the same mind as his. He was dealing with a different humanoid specie. He knew that too well, and had decided to take that into cognizance.

While he tried not to be too tough on them, he would fancy the option of giving them the luxury of doubts at some specific points in time.

"Get on your feet."

He had wasted enough time on his thoughts. The Cannibals did as they were told.

"Who amongst you bear the sac containing the clothes?"

The Cannibal who had the sac handed it over. He called at the Cannibal who used to watch the Boabab tree.

"Open it."

The Cannibal did as instructed, and brought out of one the clothes which looked like a long tunic top, with a brief detail of a robe.

"This is called a cloth."

The Cannibal had both sleeves of the cloth apart to show the length and breadth of the cloth as the Lugal explained further.

"We humans put them on to resist cold and stay healthy."

STAY HEALTHY?

He wasn't sure if that made any sense. As far as he could see, what other best definition of healthiness could he give other than the Cannibals themselves? Even though they don't put on clothes, yet he'd never seen any of them sick. For the first time in the planning, his heart wavered. Caught between whether or not it was necessary to clothe them.

WHATEVER.

He needed to complete the task given by the system. Also, he wanted to give the Cannibals what they never had before. That even when he leaves the Island, they would always remember him for good!

Of course the day will come! The day to leave the island. Wasn't that what he has been preparing for all his life? And damn it, there were a lot of plans assembled in his mind to be carried out!

"As you can see, I have a trouser on. My top... I'm not sure where it is at the moment."

He paused.

"Now watch closely. Cos after I'm done, you'll do exactly what I've done."

He slowly removed his trousers. Then his pants. He was stark naked. Like the Cannibals.

The Cannibals dropped face down on the earth when he did that.

"Rise up, fools. This is not the time for that. Fuck the formalities."

He called but they didn't want to.

"Do you really want me to kick you to death?"

He threatened and one after the other, the Cannibals got up on their feet. Yet they were reluctant to look down his body, neither could they look at his face. Most of them stared blankly at his chest. He was getting burlier by the day!

"Now watch!"

He slowly put on the tunic-like robe.

"Give one to each of them... each of you who gets one should put it on at once."

He ordered. He had discovered that if he wanted them to get things done quickly, he had to be very precise and particular. The Cannibals were not easily amused. Talk more of convinced. He was lucky to be regarded as their Lugal. Else --

"Put on, don't sniff, fool. You aren't a dog for fuck's sake!"

He had snapped at one of the Cannibals who has fisted the cloth in his hand sniffing as though it was some --

"Tell me, how do you feel?"

Really, he didn't know what to expect from them. He had tried all he could. He hoped that they would appreciate his four hours effort, else he might beat them to pulp!

"Warmth on my skin..."

"Itches..."

"Light..."

One of the Cannibals took two steps forward,

"It will be hard to walk."

Damien wanted to cackle but he denied himself.