My name is Ruda, no, I am Ruda now.
My mind was in a mess, as if someone had stuffed me with a ball of paste, or I just woke up from a hangover with a headache that was about to explode.
I remember that I was working on a project all night long, but my computer had a power leak and my vision went dark... When I opened my eyes again, I was in this hellish place.
In front of him is an antique wooden table. On the table is a plate of almost chewed sauce bones, and a large stoneware bowl with some turbid wine left in it. He was wearing a coarse cloth dungaree, and his chest was protected by a tuft of black hair, which was very prickly to the touch.
What's even more outrageous is this figure.
I tried to move my arms, which were thicker than my previous thighs. When I exerted force, the muscle knots swelled up and were as hard as rocks.
"Tichah, are you awake?"
