I was manhandled into a cavern, not unlike the mess hall from before. Dwarves of all shapes and sizes crowded around the back of the room, talking loudly and gesturing wildly. It looked like Oven Mitts and I had walked into some sort of debate, but my captor didn't care.

He cleared his throat and bellowed, his gruff voice adding a certain flavor to the Dwarven tongue. The room went quiet as the Dwarves turned to stare at us, slowly shuffling towards the sidelines to reveal a familiar-looking lady midget. She was in a white jumpsuit this time that matched quite well with the ridiculous top hat she balanced on her too-big head.

"Hey!" I said, waving my paw at her. "I know you! You're the one who put me in that prison!" Then I frowned at the realization that she put me in that prison. "I'm not too happy about that, by the way. You and I are gonna have a little talk once I claim my proper title."

She sniffed indignantly and raised her blocky head, the white top hat shifting precariously on top of her noggin. "So you're the 'Mupin' who challenged me for the ownership of this hill?"

"You're darn right I am! Now, tell your Dwarf to put me down!"

She smirked and gestured to the cowering midget on her left. He was abnormally small, even for a Dwarf. It might've been because he was a hunchback, but he only stood at about three feet or so. At her words, the tiny Dwarf picked up the metal cage by his side and scuttled toward me. I protested in vain as my captor dropped me into the cage and then shut the door.

Fuming, I rammed my head against the iron bars of my cage. The splitting headache I got in return made me wince and curl up at the back of my tiny prison, snarling all the while. "You'll regret this!"

The lady midget sneered at me. "Doubtful. You won't be causing me any more trou-what are you doing?"

She stared in confusion as I started doing my squats. Ignoring her question, I focused on gathering as much mana as I could. I didn't know what spell I was gonna cast but I was sure I had something.

"Are you exercising while I'm trying to gloat?" she snapped, leaning forward on her throne.

When I ignored her again, she huffed and snapped her fingers at Tiny, who had shuffled back over to his original spot. The super midget sighed and toddled to my cage while pulling something out of his bulging vest pocket.

I suwanne! Was that a taser? Was she plannin' on tasering me? Good Lord, I had to get outta here!

A quick glance at my status told me I had 7 mana in the bank. I only needed one to summon Shotty, though, which I did immediately. When my sentient gun popped into existence, I hollered, "Back! Get back, you!"

Tiny hesitated as Shotty thrust its barrel toward him threateningly. He looked back at the lady midget and cocked his head to the side. She pursed her lips, studying my summoned weapon with great interest before looking at me.

After taking in my panicked expression, she smirked. "You won't use that."

When she motioned for Tiny to go ahead, I made Shotty stick its barrel in his face. "Don't test me," I growled.

She frowned, narrowing her eyes to slits. We held a staring contest for a long while, neither of us backing down. When Tiny stepped back to put some space between him and Shotty, she barked at him.

When he twitched back toward me ever so slightly, I ordered Shotty to shoot the space between his legs. But it had been a while since I last used Shotty, though, (at least five chapters!) and I had forgotten just how deadly I'd made it. The bullets took a large chunk out of his inner legs, sparing blood and midget chunks everywhere. I even got some in my mouth!

I made a mental note to keep it closed from now on; never know when I'd get another mouthful of Dwarf blood. I licked my chops, considering the taste while pointedly ignoring Tiny's screams. It was...pleasant.

Then I shuddered in disgust. Was I really finding the taste of Dwarf blood delicious? That's a level of wrongness I didn't want to cross further into. But I mean...they aren't humans, right? So it's not technically cannibalism. Sure, I'm not a human anymore either―as my status says―but it's still weird to think about eating a living, thinking Dwarf being. I've never done that before and I wasn't particularly thrilled at the idea, even if their blood tasted amazing.

My stomach growled as my eyes wandered over to the blood spurting from Tiny's legs. It wouldn't hurt to have just a tiny taste, right? And maybe...maybe that particularly large leg chunk sitting right in front of my cage.

I leaned forward, shoving my snout through the bars and giving it a whiff. The smell of such fresh, bloody meat―the meat of a Sapient, no less. It drove me wild. The urge to feast consumed me as I pushed my head further through the cage bars and sunk my teeth into the leg chunk.

Groaning with pleasure at the absolutely delectable taste, I tore through the chunk. Piece after piece disappeared into my stomach until, finally, there was none left. And yet, that was not enough. Something in me still hungered. I looked up at the room full of shocked and terrified Dwarves.

My maw split into a hideous grin. "Let us feed."

The room erupted into chaos.