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."

Seeing that fighting is the only option, Father clenched his fists and prepared to defend his family. Moga's men moved to attack him, but their leader's voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"Stop," Moga commanded, surprising everyone in the cave. His men froze, confusion etched across their faces.

Moga turned his gaze back to the defiant father. "You have the spirit to stand even after all of this, I'll give you that," he said, his eyes assessing the man's determination. "If you're as strong as you claim, you can join us. But if you're weak, you'll die."

Nobody had any idea why Moga was trying to recruit more people, but they didn't realize that Moga wasn't just an idiot like them. He is a man with some kind of developed brain, and he is an individual just like Rona, who seeks to become more human rather than an animal.

The father hesitated for a moment, considering his options. He knew that joining Moga's group would be the only way to protect his family. Finally, he nodded, his jaw set in determination.

"Very well," the father said. "I'll join you, but on one condition. If I win, you let my family leave in peace, and you won't order your men to harm them."

Moga nodded in agreement. "Agreed," he said, a sly smile crossing his face. "Only the strong has the right to complain and that's the rule of this forest."

The cave fell into a tense silence as the two men squared off. The father's eyes darted around, looking for an opportunity. Then, without warning, he lunged at Moga, hoping to catch him off guard.

"I'm not just a weak man. I even managed to hunt Steppe Bison with my own hands. You're nothing to me."

His hand reached for Moga's chest, but to his astonishment, it was like striking a wall of solid stone. Moga didn't even flinch.

The cave remained silent, save for the heavy breathing of the combatants. Moga's strength and dominance were unmistakable. The father realized that he had underestimated his opponent, and his heart sank for a minute until he felt his body being hugged by Moga.

"Like I told you, weak has no right to complain," Moga muttered, as his grip tightened around the father's torso like an unyielding snake. The older man gasped for breath, his face contorted in agony.

His futile struggle was met with unrelenting force as Moga's fingers dug into his flesh, crushing bone and sinew.

As the seconds ticked away, the father's strength waned. His defiant spirit faltered, and his vision blurred. He knew he had gravely miscalculated his opponent's power. His body grew limp, and his last breaths were stolen away by Moga's relentless grip.

Moga continued to hold the father in his unyielding embrace until all signs of life had vanished from the older man's eyes. With a final, bone-crushing squeeze, Moga released his lifeless body to the cave floor.

For a few seconds, the silence of the cave remained, until the woman who was hugging her daughter started to weep and cry, as her mate and man got killed in front of her.

The grandmother had to put in some valiant effort to shield her two terrified family members from Moga and his ruthless followers.

"Don't get close!" She shouted hoping they would get a chance to run away. She was even ready to hold Moga, so her daughter could run with her child.

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."