Everyone present was a hard-bitten warrior, but witnessing such a medication-free castration was still profoundly shocking.
The leader's heart-wrenching howls pierced the sky.
All eyes from the villagers present were fixed on the beast who just minutes ago had treated human life as worthless.
Blood gushed forth as the leader struggled desperately with his body.
Even Latif couldn't pin him down or control his thrashing.
The leader shook off Latif's foot, but he couldn't free his hands and feet from their binds.
But the pain below his groin went straight to the soul, making him feel as though his spirit was about to be wrenched out by the agony.
He writhed on the ground like a live pig with an artery cut, his bound limbs flailing as if a fish desperately struggling to return to water after being thrown onto a deck.
Disaster Star couldn't bear to watch this extreme male suffering and turned away his face.
