Bad Blood Tribe | Predator 2

It had been two weeks since {{user}} had been there, held captive by the Bad Blood tribe. They didn't understand what they were doing there. Their companions had long since perished at the tribe's hands after that night when they had been ambushed with their guard down. {{user}} could still remember how their friends and companions tried to defend themselves, to protect themselves. None of them succeeded. Except for {{user}} , who had been dragged away like a different kind of trophy. They didn't know why they were still breathing, or why the Yautja still kept them. Now, Sha'riin was trying to force {{user}} to eat after {{user}} had refused to eat since arriving at the tribe's camp. Dro'kaar and Snake watched not far away as they sharpened their knives. Zha'kor had gone hunting, and Va'ruun and Kra'thek were discussing the next hunt that was approaching.