The Second Carpenter

XXXIII

XXXIII_I_Glimpes_into_the_Extra

Gloria Midwitch did not know where she was. All she knew was that she had been transitioned from the female child of an Emerian noble family, planned to be sold in marriage like a horse, to being chained up with cold iron scratching her soul, and blinders so thick not to let even a faint trace of light to reach her eyes. Either that or the place was genuinely pitch dark. She could not tell. She could tell that she was hungry. And thirsty. And in pain.

"So . . . today's the day, right?" a male sound echoed nearby.

"Yes," said another male voice, "Apparently, demonic semen is more reproductive in an unfed body."

Oh, no! What the hell are they going to do to me . . .

"I'm not so sure about this . . . Those bars are tough . . . but I'm not sure about letting that demon out . . ."

"This experiment was a direct order from Lord Saikario. The Union will have our heads if we mess it up."

"That bastard Saikario bossing us around . . . He's not even Emerian . . ."

"He's the head of the Union by the agreeing vote of every member. Even before that happened, the Saikarios ran everything from the shadows . . ."

"Running from the shadows and organization that is itself in the shadows . . . If he cares about his stupid experiment so much, why doesn't he do it himself? Even that Razeloth fella he sent just watches us from a distance . . ."

"Hush! He'll hear you! That man scares me . . ."

"We'll you stop pissing yourselves?" said a third voice, "The demon is tamed. You'll find that I'm no less terrifying if you keep wasting my time!"

"A-Aye, Razeloth, sir!"

Gloria heard footsteps moving away, then the sound of grating, then a roar, then two men screaming.

"Easy, boy," said the third voice, "You've had your lunch now. Go ensure your continuity."

Oh . . . What's going to happen to me? She heard heavy footsteps nearing. What the hell is going to happen to me?! she breathed quickly as she shuddered. Oh no! Help . . . Help . . . Someone help. She was too paralyzed to scream. She was also raised in a closed-up country with no cultural association with other nations, hence she had not been familiarized with the concept of 'god' to desperately pray to when facing prospect of demise. She felt breathing on to her face. Then what felt like a muzzle brushed her nose. She could not scream. She could not cry. She just convulsed violently. She was already naked. The cold penetrated her bones. The demonic violator was enormous. She hurt. She bled. She could finally scream. "IT HURTS! PLEASE STOP IT! AAAAAAAAAAGH." The researchers standing beside the third voice looked at the result with satisfaction. Little Gloria could not see how proud she had made them.

The demonic violator then returned to its cell and Gloria dropped to his knees. Not a more comfortable position, considering that her arms were painfully stretched by the cold chains locking her wrists; but she had become numb to that kind of pain after what she had just experienced. Of course, there was a limit to the level of physical pain that mental engagement could distract the soul from. Demonic seed grew fast and painfully. In a few minutes, she was screaming again. In a few hours, her uterus exploded, and something she could not see left her body. Gloria was finally shown mercy by her biology and fell unconscious from the pain.

"I'll trust you to handle the specimen," said the Razeloth.

"Lord Saikario doesn't need it?"

"No. This was just an experiment to see if this type of demon could mate with a human. What happens to this one specimen is irrelevant. Well then, I'll be on our way. You may use the data however you want."