Fresh new chapter. It's been proofread (lol i bet i still missed some grammatical errors), edited (you should have seen it when I first wrote it *shudders*),
and originally posted on fanfiction.net.
Thalassian words provided by Thalassian Language Institute
Blood elves and crap all [c] Blizzard.
This was partly inspired by VBS TV's Vice guide NK movie but is not based on it as of later chapters.
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For what seemed like months, Amy and I had worked in the quarries, construction sites, mines, and factories doing the hardest labor with our co-workers, the undead slaves. Live blood elves and humans also worked with us- they were the live slave class. Eating black blood tofu or leftover remains from undead slaves became the norm, I don't know how, but I became used to it. I tried to work harder than the slaves and competed with the other live slaves to gain supervisors' approval.

Worst Job Ever

Another of my darkest and least favorite memories was six weeks at a slaughterhouse and meat processing plant. We worked further down the assembly line ripping the guts out of corpses- of humans and blood elves. Occasionally it was other livestock such as what looked like deer or other animals they had as livestock. A lot of the humans they had were mostly Tavi's- labgrown and put through the slaughter. Amy actually worked next to me, and her job was separating the bones from the meat. She worked so meticulously that the blood elves supervising her paid her no mind. The undead slaves were required to wear body suits so as not to contaminate the product. It quickly dawned on me that most of the dead blood elves coming out of the slaughter machine weren't just raised as livestock- they had been cast out from society for inconcievable offences such as blinking irregularily, or breathing the wrong way. For a few days I had to stand watch and clean out the killing machine itself. That was terrifying beyond belief.

I would watch blood elves be herded down this barred ramp into the machine and the door slammed shut behind them. It was a steamer, and I heard them scream as they were scalded for ten minutes, then I'd watch their corpses roll out down the belt. Then there was the grinder, this giant contraption that ground its victims into black ground meat. Bones, hair, everything. First they'd be herded in by workers with arcane prodders. Some of them still kids. They would be sprayed down and gassed, for better flavor. The screams and agony were almost too unbearable. Then I heard the sickening crunching sounds as they were ground down. The blood elf working next to me puked at the sight and was thrown in herself.

Then I'd be ordered to go in and clean out what was left. I had a shovel and walked in. It was pitch black and the stench was unberable. I scooped up what was left into a hover-barrow. I heard the sound of the gears when I was inside and paniced, so thinking I was gonna die. I saw the door close behind me, then it opened again and new crooks were shoved in. In a panic, I rushed, shoving my way through them to get out, and came face to face with the armed workers. For a second I thought they would shove me back in, but the door closed and I was safe.

Cannibalism in Quel'thalas: Minera's Tale of Horror

Amy and I came to terms with the horrific reality of how normal cannibalism was here. Blood Elves ate the meat of their own brethren, and of humans. To them it was like eating beef. Of course meat from humans and blood elves wasn't as common as from their animal livestocks, but they had nothing wrong with it. Human meat is an expensive delicacy despite it is common. Doctrine aided digestion by teaching blood elves that the Sun encouraged them to eat human meat, or "neore" as its called. But blood elf meat was cheap and common. They actually have secret livestocks of blood elves, and all the criminals are just a minor addition. I heard this tale from Minera, the undead slave. She worked in those factories, and as a fully brainwashed blood elf, she found the idea of cannibalism to me wrong on so many levels and considered it to be blashpemy. But the blood elf livestock is of mana-less blood elves. They appeared on the evolution chain during the years Quel'thalas had no Sunwell. They can't produce or use mana.

Minera said to mask the reality of blood elf meat appearing in markets, a fairy-tale was attatched to the final product claiming that huge birds flew down from the Sun, delivering thousands of blood elves willing to sacrifice themselves. The tale states that they were the offspring of their ancestors sent by the Sun to help nourish the Sin'dorei. This tale appears in storybooks and even theater plays, and it is completely normal and accepted. Minera belived it when she was a kid, but when she came to the slaughterplant, she endured the disillusion that there were no giant birds delivering blood elves. They were produced and raised in horrid conditions and then slaughtered. It is also at places like those where injured blood elves or blood elves discarded by their families ended up.

Right and Wrong on eating neore.

Blood Elves can eat neore. Humans can't. Under religious doctrine, it is blashpemy for a human to eat his own kind, and even greater blasphemy for a human to eat the meat of a blood elf. Only when ordered to by a blood elf were we forced to eat neore, like back when Galtrow took us on our first tour of a human slaughterplant, we were forced to eat neore pate.

The Tavis' however are above the wrong of eating neore. For them it is a test and constant challenge to maintain their loyalty, because blood elves believe that human meat is tainted with the corruption that the human mind was full of when he or she lived.

Bailed out to a lesser hell

By the time my name reached the Blood Elves who work for the SDFC, I had been working for months doing construction labor on a new floating island that had been carved out of the ground and risen high into the air. We did either construction or farm labor. I was all sore- my back, my muscles, and hadent had any oxy-proof or arcane-proof elixirs, and I was fighting off hyperoxia and radiation sickness.

One day, out in the fields on that island after work, after we were all chained up in the barn, the door was kicked open, and the red guards stormed in, stomping and sparking others who were lying, chained to the floor. I was scared as they came to me, and the red guard, this big giant guy in his red guards' robes reached back with his sword and swung at me. I expected to be chopped in half, but I heard a loud metallic clank and saw the chains holding me down were broken. He shouted at me ,"Get up you scum!" in Thalassian and I sprang to my feet, but then he grabbed me by the neck dragged me outside and threw me to the ground.

I looked up and saw Galtrow standing there, accompaniyed by a paladin, who's superior to Red Guards. Then the guy who threw me down jabbed the end of his staff into my head pinning my face in the dirt, threatening to smash my head in. He stood on me with one foot, and he weighed a ton. I couldn't breathe. At that point I was coughing up blood.

"Here is the filthy disgusting human. Why do you ask for this scum? He is completely worthless, and I hear from the farm he works hard. He should stay!" said the red guard.

"Need I remind you of your place, guard?" the paladin interrupted, "I am of the Sun! I will decide the fate of this duine. By the will of the Sun, this woman is here on orders to retrieve him, and see to it he is completely reformed. I'll even be generous, and in the morning, 150 fresh undead will arrive on this farm. I think one simple duine isn't of your need to worry?" The paladin advised.

The blood elves in charge of administering the farm nodded in obedience.

Galtrow knelt down, grabbed by hair and pulled my head up to look at her. She glared at me, and said, "So, human, I see you have become quite the obedient, well-behaved one, haven't you? My reports from everywhere you worked have said you are meant for a greater labor. When I first met you, you were no more than lowly scum, thinking you could just roll right into our kingdom and gawk at us. That's what you thought, wasn't it? ANSWER ME, DUINE!"

"Y-yes, ma'am, I admit my wrongdoing, I'm so sorry"

Galtrow then hit me in the face with her staff. I felt my jawbone break. "Cut the crap, you piece of shit. I know you are sorry. The Sun knows you are sorry. Tell us, how does it feel to be weakend to the point you can see through your flawed self and know of your need to improve?"

"I...I saw what happens to humans who don't reform. I know my ways were wrong, and I'll do anything to please the Sin'dorei..."
"The only way you can please us is to die. You sicken me. The fact that you are breathing our air sickens me. Stop breathing!"

Gal covered my face in ice and I couldn't breathe. I went nuts but then the paladin broke the ice off my face and warned her to back off.

"Galtrow, that's enough. The SDFC will determine how much more cleansing this human needs. I can see he is more than willing to live up to his expectations in our kingdom. He knows his flaws and will do everything to overcome them, right, human?"
"Y-yes sir."

I was tied up and forced to my feet. The paladin healed by jaw, and contrary to what people think about heal spells, it actually hurt alot. I was marched and shoved to a podcraft and thrown in and blindfolded.

The SDFC's office was on another floating island. Their place had an office building, then had stables, like where you keep horses or hawkstriders. We landed nearby and I was force-marched to the place, still blindfolded, and they threw me into the stables and locked the gate. The cell was small and completely barred off with adamantite rods. Gal and her friends decided I had too much energy to sleep, so they beat the crap out of me and tortured me with their spells and kept at it until I couldn't move anymore. When they were done, she said,

"Pray to the Sun, human, for you will recieve its grace and be given your true place in our kingdom. Don't you dare disappoint me!" Gal said before slamming the gate shut and walking away.

Scraped up by the SDFC.

The next morning, the gate opened and a bunch of Tavi's found me lying all twisted and bent out of shape in the stall. They swarmed around me, and looked me over as if I was some animal, before throwing me onto a stretcher and carrying me inside. They spoke rapidly in Thalassian, going on about why the hell I would inflict so much harm on myself, one of them, this big tall girl talked and pitied about how I hated myself so much that I would beat myself and the others guessed that I stole a staff or a wand so I could hurt myself, and then they went on about it was so wrong to inflict self harm.

They took me into what looked like a first aid room or infirmary, where a blood elf priest was waiting for me.

He looked me over and started shouting, 'why the hell did you do this to yourself, human? have the Sin'dorei not disciplined you enough? Are not aware of the blasphemy you committed by refusing the relief by the Sun? You should be killed for what you've done!"

I was so mangled I couldn't even speak, all I could do was groan, and I never go the chance to say I got beat down by the red guards earlier. Then the group of Tavi's got all upset, and the priest asked them of their opinion, and they're all like:

"He couldn't help it. He must hate himself so much that he failed to realise when they stop disciplining him, and he couldn't bear not to be punished, so he took it upon himself to inflict the pain he's in. If it pleases you, we'd like him to join our family."[i]

I thought they were going to get shot for that, but the priest acknowledged them and said to me sternly, [i]"You hear that, duine, the Sun has sent our Tavi'duines to lend you forgiveness through their hearts! I will heal you, and you better give thanks to the Sun for their care!"

I nodded and he blasted me with glowing green magic and I felt all the broken bones fuse together and all the cuts and brused heal. After he was done, I was completely sapped, and I still managed to say 'thank you, thank the Sun' and all that. The priest ordered the Tavi's to deal with me, and they carried me to the barracks and left me on a bed and I passed out and actually slept.

I woke up and was taken out to where the big Sun shrine was and spent three hours praying, like literally praying and thanking the Sun, or God, for the relief and sheer luck that I had to be taken out of the hellholes that I labored in.

In the SDFC, life was different. We did hard labor and worked for people at worksites, shops and in their homes, aiding them in projects and all that. The work day was about eight hours, followed by classes and indoctrination sessions. The food was actually a little easier on my stomach. We ate this gruel that was made from mix-mashed vegetables and greens, and it was nowhere near as bad as the black blood tofu. The Tavi's were served fillets of neore, and the blood elf members were eating deori- blood elf meat. I was glad to be eating the greul. They told me that the black blood tofu and rot from undead was the diet reserved for the slave-classes. After the food, there was a session of song, dance, and games- it was the Tavis' way of bringing cheer into the lives of extra-nationals fortunate enough to be taken back to the SDFC. They acted like they wanted to be my best friends. I saw Amy there, she had been there for a week before I got there and like me, she was beaten and mangled and from the Tavis' point of view, she threw herself down a slope of sharp jagged rocks. Amy later told me the red guards threw her down. She bought into the Tavi's "all friendly lets have a good time" mind tricks and was enjoying the party and took confort around them. I, on the other hand found them to be just as freaky as everything else I've seen here so far.

Eventually, I was taken in for review by the blood elves who looked at my record and all the tabs written of me by guards, Tavi's, etc. I had been progressing, and the Blood Elves were impressed with how well I worked and maintained my demeanor.

So then I was assigned to spend my off-work hours as a house servant for a family unit. Blood Elves of middle and upper classes would be chosen by the government to accept a house servant. I was sent to live with a higher class family in town. On the day after work, I was blasted with ammonium-water and cleaned up, then taken in the back of a crystal-engine arcane powered hover truck or kulun to their home in Oris.

On the way there, they took me to a shop and had more tattoos- of Thalassian words and numbers on my neck and arms. Words indicating I was a house servant, and all that. I was fitted with a collar that was remote-controlled to shoot high voltage arcane sparks onto my neck, and it hurt like hell when they tested it on me. I had a fresh green extra-national uniform, all clean and they presented me like I was some rare commodity when we got there.

Laborer at day, domestic worker at night.

The family name was Dalore, or Star, and the person who owned me was the wife of the head of the family. Mrs. Dalore came out, talked to the guards, looked me over, and touched me all around my head and body feeling my bones and muscles along my arms, shoulders and neck, and she ran her head through my hair. She did what blood elves do when inspecting human slaves as one would an animal. She seemed all disappointed they didn't bring her a girl. After the guards left, she started swearing at me for being delivered to her instead of a girl, then she pulled me by leash into the apartment building and up to their apartment, and told me to clean stuff. I said nothing but the 'yes, ma'am' while there. When I was done, she grabbed me by the neck and locked me in a closet for the night.

I met her husband Fernos Dalore, a business owner and anti-human advocate who believed there should be no humans alive in Quel'thalas. I heard them screaming at eachother over this.

Eventually I got into the routine of being a house servant. I cleaned, learned to cook, with Mrs. Dalore standing in the kitchen or sitting somewhere watching me, holding the remote for my collar, ready to electrocute me if she thought I was eating, which I wasn't. Same thing when I helped her wash clothes, or do gardening, and she was always pissed about something, and turned to taking out her aggression on me by hitting me with a broom, wand, or her old stave, to shooting magic bolts at me, especially after a fight with her husband. I often ran out of potions and got beat down for asking for more and I had to deal with the hyperoxia and radiation sickness until someone from the SDFC stopped by to give me potions, and make sure I was working hard for the family.

Because I was a house servant, I got moved from heavy labor and put to work on a farm. Easy work, no trouble, and went home to the Dalore family instead of being locked up in a cell.

At the farm I saw Amy. I thought she was fine when I saw her at the SDFC, but it broke my heart to see how much she had changed since the last time I saw her. She had scars around her neck and back, and had bruises on her face. She was real quiet. Hardly said a word or even looked up from the strings she was spinning. I got a chance and we made eye contact for a minute and I saw how empty she was inside. Living and working here and experiencing the same gruesome things I went through was too much for her, even if they did wipe her mind before. The family she was a servant to took delight in tormenting her.

On one weekend picnic with a few local SDFC Tavi's, Amy spoke of the things she went through, but avoided reflecting on all that.

Amy went through the same hell I did. She was forcefed blackblood tofu which caused her liver and kidneys to hurt, she worked in this textiles shop ever since got her servitorship, and when made a house servant, she served this family run by a high ranking red guard commander, and was legally owned by his wife. On top of that she said that the guy was in charge of a torture camp where blood elves scorned by society were taken and converted into slaves or undead, or food.

She was scared of this guy. He owned four other human servants and an undead slave so well-kept she looked like a walking doll. Getting used to house life routine and expectations, Amy endured harsh treatment from the guy's wife and when she wasn't needed she was locked up in a closet.

After however many weeks, the SDFC took us back after reviewing our reports. They had decided I was a hell of a lot more useful to them than the bitch work I was doing 24/7.

When I came back to the SDFC community-center like place, the blood elves and Tavi's were all congratulating me for reaching higher grace or something like that. It wasa huge party for me and a big group of other extra-nationals who had been 'reformed'

But eventually, I'd really get to just how insane the Tavi's really get.

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Terms:
SDFC- Sin'dorei Friendship Company, a government agency responsible for luring humans into Quel'thalas and overseeing their "Transformation" and "Reformation"
neore- human meat
deori- meat from blood elves
duine - a term Blood Elves call a human, ex. "Blast those filthy duines, they will always be lesser to us Sin'dorei!"
Tavi- a genetically modified human created by the blood elves. They have aqua-green hair (tavi hair). males have dark blue eyes, females have amber eyes). They have been geneitcally designed to be docile, and happy
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