CREEAKKK
"HEY, LOOK WHO I FOUND! OUR FAVORITE MOTHERLY WOMAN IS READY TO SIGN A CONTRACT AGAIN!"
Mr. Salesman's voice boomed through the corridor as he shoved Mother Silja into a spacious room. The door groaned shut behind them with a heavy finality that made the air feel thicker.
The room sprawled before them, filled with men and women dressed in clean, proper attire. They sat in clusters, chatting casually among each other in harmony, at first glance it looked like a normal gathering. But the illusion shattered when Gloomy's eyes tracked the dead-eyed people scattered among them. Another set of Men and women with hollow gazes sat slumped beside their captors, who played with them from time to time, touching them absently while continuing their conversations as if these broken people were nothing more than furniture.
"Huh?"
Every head in the room turned. Eyes fixed on Mother Silja's face as recognition slowly dawned across the crowd.
A moment of silence…..
Then chaos!!!
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HEY, HEY! SHE'S THE LEGEND!"
"HAHAHAHA! SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL NOW!"
"IT WAS GOOD FOR HER TO THROW HER AWAY, AND LOOK NOW! SHE RECOVERED A LITTLE! HAHAHA!"
"OH MAN, MY DICK IS ITCHING!"
The people jumped from their seats like dangerous animals spotting fresh prey. They swarmed toward Mother Silja and Mr. Salesman, their predatory movements trying to figure out how they should enjoy their next few days with her. Within seconds, hands were everywhere on the body of Mother Silja.
They checked her out without permission, without hesitation and without any signs of humanity in them. Some stretched the fabric of her white shirt to peek at her chest. Others ran their fingers through her short blue hair, tugging at the strands. Some palms pressed against her face, squeezing her cheeks. Someone patted her ass, laughing as they did it.
Mother Silja stood frozen.
Her body remained perfectly still, like a statue carved from ice. Not a single muscle twitched. Not a sound escaped her lips. Her eyes stared straight ahead, seeing nothing, feeling nothing. She had gone somewhere else inside herself, somewhere far away from this room and these hands.
"HEY, HEY! KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF! FIRST, LET HER SIGN THE CONTRACT!"
Mr. Salesman grabbed her arm and pulled her toward a worn sofa against the wall. He shoved her down onto the cushions and walked away, already counting his money in his head.
The men didn't waste a second. They rushed over, crowding around her, sitting on either side until she was surrounded. Their bodies pressed close. Their lustful gazes raked over her like physical touches. They were ready to pounce, just waiting for the formality of a signature.
Gloomy stood alone at the back of the room.
No one bothered to look at him. To them, he was just a kid, irrelevant, not worth their attention. His small figure cast a long shadow in the dim lighting as he watched his mother trapped on that sofa, without any expression, not worrying a slightest bit.
Then he looked around the room.
His dark eyes took in everything with unsettling calm. He walked slowly through the space, his footsteps silent against the grimy floor. He moved to the window and peered outside.
The view made his stomach clench.
From this vantage point, the entire underground area spread out before him like a map of suffering. Multiple sections were visible; each one filled with people looking at trapped men and women being subjected to unspeakable things. The captives were kept like caged animals in glass enclosures while onlookers gathered around, pointing, laughing, enjoying the show as if they were at some twisted zoo.
Gloomy kept staring at the grand area, his eyes absorbing every detail. If he had the power to zoom his vision, he could probably see every single area from here. The layout burned itself into his memory.
The sounds reached him even through the thick glass. Screams of pain mixed with shouts of happiness created a dreadful echo that bounced off the walls of the underground cavern. The noise twisted together into something inhuman, a symphony of horror that never stopped.
COUGH COUGH COUGH!
"Hmm?"
Gloomy turned his head and spotted something in the corner. A figure lay crumpled on the ground, barely visible beneath a layer of filth and grime.
It was a young woman.
Her body was battered beyond recognition, covered in bruises that bloomed purple and black across her skin. She was naked, trembling violently as another coughing fit wracked her frame. Each cough brought fresh waves of pain that made her whole body convulse.
Gloomy walked over to her with steady steps. He knelt down beside her broken form and gently patted her head, trying to wake her up properly.
"Hmmm... a kid?"
The woman's eyes fluttered open. She squinted up at Gloomy's face, confusion clouding her gaze. "Why there is a child here in adult section??" She muttered in low voice
"My mother said having sex like this is no fun. Is that true?"
The question suddenly made her wake up from her trance. Her eyes widened, suddenly gotten alert despite her whole body screaming in pain. She stared at Gloomy's serious face, at the bright curiosity in his dark eyes, and found herself nodding without thinking. Something about his tone made it impossible to lie.
"What do you prefer? Small dick or big dick?" Gloomy asked again.
The woman couldn't believe what she was hearing. A kid asking her this? Here? Now? But somehow, energy she didn't know she had left surged through her. A smile crept across her battered face, a sweet smile that made her look 100 times more beautiful than she did a few milliseconds before.
"I'm tired of big dicks," she said with a soft voice. "I prefer smaller ones! Hehe."
She giggled. Against all logic, lying there broken on the filthy ground, she giggled.
"Good answer."
Gloomy smiled.
SWIII
"Huh? Did the light go out?"
The woman on the ground tried to blink her eyes, but she couldn't see anything. Darkness had swallowed the room completely, but she didn't felt fear…rather a strange sense of peace has settled in, she just laid there in peace and spoke.
"Hey, kiddo? Are you here?"
She slowly reached up with her trembling hand, searching for the small figure that had been beside her. But her fingers grasped at empty air…... There was no man in front of her, she pinched her cheeks to figure out whether she was dreaming or not but before she could realize that she heard a loud scream…
"HEY, HEY! WHAT HAPPENED? WHY CAN'T I SE—KCKCKKKKK!"
The voice came from across the room. A man's voice, suddenly cut off by a wet, choking sound.
"HMMM, I HEARD SOMETHING WE—KKCCCKKKK!"
Another voice. Another choking sound.
"HEY, DON'T SPIT ON M—KKCCHKK!"
KCCCKKK
KKCCCKKK
KKKCCCKKK
"SOMETHING IS WRONG! EVERYONE R—KKCCHKKKKK!"
The sounds multiplied. Wet, gurgling noises filled the darkness like a grotesque chorus. Bodies hit the floor with heavy thuds. The smell of blood began to permeate the air, making everyone realize that something is seriously wrong!!!!
KKCCCKKK
"AAAHH—KCCKK!"
"SAV—KCCCKK!"
"KKYYAAAA—KCCCKKKK!"
KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK KKCCHHHKKK
The stabbing and wet choking sounds echoed endlessly, overlapping with one another, building into a terrible crescendo. Death filled the room like rising water, drowning everyone in darkness.
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"Huh? What is happening?"
Mother Silja suddenly jolted awake from her trance. Her eyes tried to adjust to the pitch-black darkness that had consumed the room. She looked around frantically, but she could see nothing.
Screams erupted all around her. People beside her were shrieking. Distant shouts came from somewhere far away. The sounds of terror should have frightened her, but instead just like previous woman, she felt strangely calm.
No fear touched her heart.
It was as if a protective presence wrapped around her in the darkness, keeping the horror at bay.
"Theo? Is that you?"
Mother Silja raised her hand into the empty air, reaching for something she couldn't see but somehow she knew that he was there.
SWWIII
Light suddenly flooded back into her vision.
Her son stood tall in front of her, completely covered in blood. The crimson liquid dripped from his hair, ran down his face, soaked his clothes until they clung to his small frame. His head came up only a little higher than hers as she sat on the sofa.
Mother Silja didn't look around at the carnage. She didn't look at the bodies littering the floor. She didn't look at the blood painting the walls.
She only looked at her son.
Her hand reached out and gently touched his shoulder.
Gloomy gazed back at her and smiled happily. "Mother, this is no fun. Let's go back to our family. You smile beautifully when you're there. Let's go back, Mother."
His smile stretched wider than she'd ever seen it, reaching all the way across his small face. His eyes shined with pure happiness. His whole expression was complete joy, standing in absolute contrast to the blood covering his body from head to toe.
Mother Silja looked at her son for some time lost in the memories of him from a distant past…..
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"What a healthy child we have gotten blessed with, look at his cute little nose….. clearly he is more like me!" Silja husband cradle baby Theo in his arms
"Nonsense he is like his mother!" Silja resting on the bed looked very happy seeing her husband playing with their son.
"You're just jealous because he loves me more than you! See how he is smiling so happily seeing his Dad!"
"Ohhhh is that so I guess no one loves me.. sighhh… I am so sad"
"Theo looks at your mother acting like a kid even though she had her own kid now, I think she needs to grow up if not then I have to take care of two kids hahahhaha"
"GRR!! Stop speaking nonsense and give him back now, I have to feed him milk."
The Husband sat beside her on the bed and kissed Silja head lovingly who smiled warmly. She then touched cute soft cheeks of baby Theo who frowned and glared at his mother warning her not to disturb his eating time.
"HAHAHHA this brat will be quite handful in future," Husband laughed seeing this
"Indeed, he will be….. I just hope we can give him a life where he can grow up while smiling," Mother Silja giggled sweetly seeing baby Theo holding her fingers with his whole hand.
"Hey little brat whose hand are you holding, she is my wife!! Do you want to fight or what!!" The husband mockingly glared at the baby who seeing this also glared him back.
"HAHAHAH HE IS A TOUGH NUT TO CRACK! Fine… Fine…. you can love your mama more than me! I your father allowed you to love her more than me….But then it will be your duty to make sure that your mama is always protected from bad people!!!!!!!!....Saying that….. THEOOOOO!!! IT'S TIME FOR YOUR TRAINING!!! DO 50 PUSHUPS!! TAKKKKKK!!! OOWWWWW!!!!
Mother Silja hit her husband head with her knuckles
"SHUT UP! DON'T SHOUT!! AND WHY ARE YOU ACTING MORE LIKE A KID THAN HIM!! SIT DOWN PROPERLY!!" Mother Silja glared at him, husband hearing this just pouted in sadness but his antics never stopped troubling Silja and the Baby for many days to come….
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Mother Silja giggled happily while remembering the old days, she saw a smiling Theo in front of her who has gotten so strong that she doesn't need to worry anymore. "Dear…. thank you for allowing him to love me... He is a mama boy for sure!!! Hehehe" she thought in her mind as she finally smiled. Her eyes grew wet with tears that spilled down her cheeks.
She nodded to Gloomy.
Then she pulled him into her embrace, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Her white shirt had been spotless before, but now it became completely covered in blood as Gloomy hugged her back, pressing his small body against hers.
"YES, LET'S GO HOME!" Mother Silja's voice broke with emotion. "MOTHER ALSO DOESN'T LIKE IT HERE! LET'S GO BACK TO OUR FAMILY! YES, LET'S GO BACK!"
She spoke with a voice fractured by relief….. pain... and love all mixed together. She felt Gloomy's body beginning to go limp in her embrace, his strength finally giving out.
"Hehe... Mother, I'm sleepy." Gloomy's voice came out in tired syllabus. He lifted one small hand and pointed toward a figure cowering on the ground. "I will leave him for you."
Mr. Salesman knelt on the floor, shaking violently with fear. His eyes had turned completely black, not seeing even a single thing in front of him. He tried to move, tried to crawl away, but the pain in his legs was too intense. He could only drag his body across the floor inch by painful inch, whimpering like a wounded animal.
"Hmm, fine… Leave it to Mother. You go to sleep. Thank you for everything, my sweet boy."
Mother Silja gently kissed Gloomy's cheeks as his eyes fluttered closed. His body went fully slack in her arms, but his expression remained peaceful and happy, like a child who had just finished playing and was content.
She kept patting his head softly, running her fingers through his blood-soaked hair as he slept soundly. After a moment, she carefully placed him on the sofa, adjusting his position to make sure he was comfortable.
Then she stood up.
She moved slowly at first, her mind replaying memories that had haunted her for so long. But this time, no fear came with those images. Instead, all the pain and rage she'd been burying surged up through her body, rushing into her hands like liquid fire.
Her eyes landed on a rod lying nearby, covered in filth and rust. She walked over and grabbed it. The cold material of the rod felt heavy in her grip.
She approached the shivering salesman with steady steps, her footfalls echoing in the now-silent room. He heard someone coming and whimpered, trying to drag himself away faster.
Mother Silja after coming close to him, raised the rod high above her head. The man sensed something and shouted "DON'T!!!!!! I AM JUST A SAL…."
BOOOMMMMMM TAAAKKKKK!!
One hit crashed down onto his skull killing him instantly. The impact reverberated up her arms to her soul. Her eyes filled with anger stared at the dead man, this is not enough for her, all the pain, all the suffering, all the disgusting thing she felt because of this man made her brain explode in rage.
Mother Silja's hand clenched the rod tighter.
THHUUMMMPPPP THUMMPPPP THUUUMMPPPPPP!!
"YOU BASTARD!" Her voice ripped from her throat. "WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?!"
BOOMMM BOOOM BOOOM BOOOMM
"I... YOU... AGHHHH!"
TAAAKK TTAAAKKK TAAAAKKKK
"I NEVER WANTED THAT!!!!! I WANTED TO SEE MY HUSBAND ONE LAST TIME! WHY DID YOU MAKE ME DO IT?!"
Her arms swung down again and again. Each strike released a piece of the agony she'd been carrying. The rod came down with brutal force, over and over, each impact punctuated by her screams.
BOOMMM BOOOMMM
"I JUST WANTED TO SEE HIM ONE LAST TIME! MY POOR HUSBANDDDDDDD!" Her voice broke into a wail that echoed off the walls. "WWWWAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the blood splatter that covered her.
BOOOOOOMMM BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM
"UUUUUUUWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! I HATE IT! DON'T TOUCH ME!" She was screaming at ghosts now, at memories, at every hand that had ever violated her. "DON'T TOUCH MEEEEEEE!!!!!!"
BOOOOOMMMMM TAAAKKK TAAAAKKKKK
"FUCKERS! MOTHERFUCKERS! BASTARDS! FUCKKKK, FUCKKKK, FUCKKKKK! ALL OF YOU! BURN IN HELLLLLLLL!!!!!!"
BOOOMMMMMMMMMMM
"DIIIIIEEE! DIIIIIEE! DIIIIEEEE, YOU BASTARD!" Her voice cracked completely, becoming something inhuman. "WWAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU! UUWWWWWWHHAAAAAAA! AAGGHHHHH! DIE! DIE! DIE!"
TAAKKK TAAAKK TAAAAKKK
She kept hitting him long after there was nothing left to hit. The rod rose and fell with mechanical precision, driven by pure emotion. Her arms burned with exhaustion, her muscles screaming in protest, but she couldn't stop.
She kept crying.
She kept cursing.
She kept hitting him.
Only when her body had absolutely no energy remaining did she finally stop. Her hands trembled violently, unable to hold the rod any longer. Her fingers opened.
TAANNNNN TAANNN TNNNN!
The rod fell from her grip and clattered to the floor, the sharp rod sound echoing through the blood-soaked room like a final bell tolling.
She didn't look at what remained of him. She just turned away, her eyes seeking the only thing that mattered.
Theo her son! Her life! Her only reason to stay alive!
She walked toward him with stumbling steps. As she got closer, her legs gave out. She collapsed onto her knees beside the sofa and the tears came again, harder this time, wrenching sobs that tore from the deepest part of her soul.
"WWWWWWAAHHHHHHHHHH! SOBB SOOBB! UWWHHHHAAAAA! I AM SORRY! I AM SORRY, THEO!" She grabbed his small hand and held it against her chest. "WWWAAAHHHHHH! I AM SORRY, HUSBANDDD!!!! AGHHHHH!" She coughed violently between sobs. "COUGH COUGHHH! WAAAHHHHHH! IIII DID EVERYTHINGGG TO MAKE SURE HE LIVE A LIFE OF SMILING BUT ..BUTTT!!!! WAAAAHHHHHHH I HURT HIM A LOT HUSBAND!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!! UGGGGHHHHHH AAAGGGGG PLEASE!! PLEASE LET HIM LIVE A BETTER LIVE FROM NOW ON!! PLEASE JUST GRANT ME THIS WISH!!!"
Mother Silja cried until her throat was red from inside and her eyes burned with stinging pain. She held her son's hand like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to the world.
After what felt like hours, she finally managed to stand. Her legs shook beneath her, but she forced them to support her weight. She bent down and carefully picked up her sleeping son, cradling him in her arms. Gloomy full weight was on Mother Silja body, his arms lifelessly hanging from her shoulder and his legs dangling happily on bottom as she holds his body properly making sure he is sleeping well.
She held him close to her chest and she carried him out from this hell.
Her footsteps echoed through the tunnels as she walked. Blood dripped from her clothes, leaving a trail behind her. Men and women trapped in cages and rooms watched her pass with expressions of disbelief, staring at this blood-covered woman carrying a sleeping child.
Her voice rang out through the underground corridors with clear strong voice making sure everyone paying attention to her hear it.
"RUN AWAY! THE CITY IS CHANGING! YOU WILL GET A BETTER LIFE IF YOU PUT IN THE EFFORT!!!!"
The words echoed off the stone walls, carrying hope into the darkness. Her footprints continued forward toward a narrow path, each bloody mark a testament to what had happened, a path leading out of the nightmare…..
"WOW! WHAT A PERFORMANCE!!!!"
CLAP CLAP CLAP
Mother Silja suddenly stopped walking, from her senses everything vanished, her dazed expressionless face slowly turned to the side toward a door.
CREEAAKKKK
The slightly opened from an invisible force, Mother Silja kept looking at the door in dazed expression.
"What are you doing come inside" The soft voice spoke again and Mother Silja started walking toward it.
"Don't bring your child inside Silja….. I don't like him" The soft voice from inside the room spoke with some irritation.
Mother Silja obliged obediently and placed her son on the floor. Then she slightly opened the door more….. then went inside.
CLANG…
From outside a soft clicking sound came then all silence for a long time…..
CREAAAKKK…
Suddenly the door opened and Mother Silja came out looking just fine....to fine..... she dazedly picked Gloomy then started walking away.
"It's good to have you back Silja…. Let's meet again soon...." The voice after speaking vanished….
"HUH?" Mother Silja suddenly while walking looked around feeling a bit weird but except empty walls she couldn't find anything, she shook her head and kept walking away leaving behind wet watery footprints behind…..
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Meanwhile, in another section of the underground...
"Hazel, was it okay to leave Mother Silja there?"
Gracie's voice trembled with worry as she hurried along beside Hazel through the narrow tunnel.
"It's fine. Gloomy is strong. Don't worry." Hazel navigated through the twisting passages with confidence, following the map she'd memorized in her mind. Her steps were quick and full of confidence.
"Emmy, are you okay?"
Gracie glanced over at Emmy, noticing the deep frown creasing her forehead.
"Sighhh..." Emmy let out a long breath, but her voice came out strained. "I hope she's okay."
She tried to pat Gracie's hand reassuringly, but she couldn't feel anything. Gracie's fingers were clenched so tightly around Emmy's arm that all blood flow had stopped. Emmy's arm had gone completely numb, but Gracie never let it go, holding on her fearing Emmy might disappear if she loosened her grip even slightly.
"SHHSS! Did you hear that?"
Hazel suddenly stopped in her tracks, her body going rigid. Her head tilted to the side, listening intently to something in the distance.
A distant roar rumbled through the underground, making the walls vibrate.
"Follow me!"
Hazel took off running. Gracie and Emmy exchanged quick glances before chasing after her, their feet pounding against the stone floor.
RROOOOOAAARRRRRRR!!
The roar came again, louder this time. It sounded angry and desperate.
The three women found themselves standing before a huge entrance. The doorway loomed above them, easily 50 feet high and twice as wide. Beyond it, they could hear the roar of animals mixed with frantic human voices.
"HEY, STOP HIM!"
"WHY IS HE RESISTING US?!"
"OYE, INCREASE THE OUTPUT OF THE MACHINE!"
"DON'T KNOW HOW HE WOKE UP!"
Shouts overlapped each other from inside; voices raised in panic and confusion.
"I think it's in there" Hazel's hand moved to her pocket. She pulled out a small energy tool and tossed it to Emmy without warning. "Here! I'll clear your way. We're lucky since that creature got the attention of every guard out here, I will deal with them…..While you guys go stick it to the machine!"
KYAAA!
"HEY, DON'T THROW IT SUDDENLY! WHAT IF IT BLOWS UP?!"
Gracie jolted violently, her eyes going wide with terror as she watched the square-shaped tool flying through the air. The device was brimming with multi-coloured energy swirling inside, pressing against the containment field like it was ready to burst free at any moment.
"Stupid!"
Emmy caught the tool smoothly and just huffed at Gracie's overreaction.
"GRRR! OW, OW!"
Gracie immediately started hitting Emmy's shoulders with her free hand, smacking her repeatedly in frustration.
"Ow! Stop! What was that for?!" Emmy cried out, trying to dodge the assault while protecting the dangerous energy tool.
"Go now!"
Hazel's sharp command cut through their bickering. Her eyes were fixed on the entrance, her body tense and ready for whatever was waiting inside.....
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END OF CHAPTER
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Author Blabbering
Wow it has been quite a while.....Did everyone missed me????....Little bit?...TINY BIT??...ATOMIC LEVEL BIT!!!!!!!!!!!?
Ahm....I hope everyone is healthy both physically and mentally. I hope everyone is smiling even though their life keep giving them reason to not smile. I hope you are taking your time to walk in midst of nature away from concrete jungles. I hope you are imagining a future filled with happiness.....
Thank you for doing you best.....
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