Corrupted: Death Follows (Male Reader x Charlie) (BOOK 3)

Protective Instinct

The trio went further into the horniest place in Hell. They followed the GPS, passing by various clubs, hooker stations, and other kinds of businesses profiting off people's sexual desires.

"So, you said you grew up here?" Charlie asked Olivia as they walked, the silence of night in this place filling the air. There was the occasional outburst of a moan or two, but they hadn't heard one in a while.

"Yeah, as soon as I became of age I left this joint," she said, despising this place but also finding enjoyment at seeing others fall for the obvious temptations and addictions rooted in by overlords.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know the other rings were like this," she said. She knew Hell was, well hell, but not to this extent. She had an example of what this world produced walking in front of her, and she knew this needed to change. "I'm gonna try and start meeting with the Sins to make things better," she stated, wanted the best for all of her people.

"Hmm. Go girl," Olivia said surprised, but retaining her laid back demeanor and sarcastically rooting on the princess. Charlie smiled and had a little chuckle.

Y/N smiled at the two, glad they were getting along. He remembered when he first brought up Olivia back on Wrath. If Charlie wasn't so open-minded, he couldn't predict how the rest of this investigation would go. But he didn't have to worry about his past decisions or how people could've been, he had to worry about what lied in front of him. Figuratively and literally, as the sex toy factory came slowly into view, about three blocks away.

"There she is," Y/N said, looking at the large warehouse, decorated with vivid advertisements for what was produced inside. The three approached the building and opened the front doors. They swung up and their hinges squeaked, indicating their lack of care. If anything was taken care of here, it would be the product and the product only. The trio went inside and found a desolate lobby. There was an abandoned receptionist desk, and around the wall were empty chairs lined up, waiting to be sat in and have people wait for their name to be called. Either to meet with Mammon, or we progress on a certain toy, or something else entirely. Y/N and his wife left their luggage in here, tired of lugging it around the rest of the ring.

Charlie ran her hand along the wall, admiring the once night paint that had since become faded. Judging by the sounds of machines in the back working, this place was just a factory and not a prominent establishment in the pleasure industry. At least at this point in time it was, as the details left from the past indicated a more lively time. They looked around one last time, before entering the shop area, which above the door stated employees only. The three went anyway.

As the three entered, Charlie and Y/N were amazed at the complex structure of the factory. Olivia was less amused, as she knew how this stuff was made. Still didn't make the sight less impressive. Hundreds of conveyor belts traversed the skies as various complete and incomplete parts traveled along them. They were chambers were robotic arms assembled to final touch to dildos and vibrators, polishing them off to be the cleanest they'd probably be for the rest of their existence.

Cranes swung around, carrying palates of supplies to be sorted out later. There was a large mixer connected to funnels, producing countless gallons of lube. That process alone filled the back area with a fruity scent, as if they had entered a somewhat tropical and fully nourished garden.

In the back working on a laptop, counting items as they passed by on one of the conveyor belts was a single worker, perhaps the only one in the building. The trio looked at each other, before heading to talk to the lone soul.

"Hello?" Y/N asked, gaining the attention of the dialed in demon. He turned around with a bit of shock.

"Oh hey! You can't be back here. You need to leave," he said, surprised and somewhat happy to see other people, but then remembering his duties and the rules of the environment.