The Last Bargain

Chapter 6

Warning: the following content contains cannibalism, nudity, harassment and assault

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Maeve's POV

Served in a dish was the raw flesh of a human I couldn't acknowledge the organ of; I was filled with nausea, my stomach churning with disgust I  didn't know could exist. My stomach was empty, but I couldn't help but vomit the empty remains. They even served lemon and herbal tea with this disgusting indigestible thing they called food. The meat was cut into big chunks as if it would make it easier to contain.

As the rotten food was served, the chamber was filled with gagging and vomiting voices and thud voices all over fabricated by nude women hitting the floor, by passing out due to the monstrosity. The women who were rejecting the food were beaten up to death, and if they still rejected the food even though they were being tortured to near death, they were straight shot up. I didn't know why this was happening; is this a sick show? Or a reality show? Perhaps a dream? In the short span of 19 minutes, I had seen dozens of dead bodies, my whole being was shivering.

"I AM GIVING YOU CHICKS 2 MINUTES TO TAKE IN THE SIGHT AND EAT THIS FEAST" one of the beast yelled within the crowd.

THUD !, THUMP! , CRASH!
The sound of the gunshots echoed because yet more women couldn't move their hands to eat that flesh; I could hear the steps of the shoes getting closer and closer to me; the man had ginormous physiques, and his shadow was exhibiting on my frame like a grim reaper.

"I will utter it for once only, EAT IT"
He was watching me quivering, and I knew if I didn't eat this dead meat, I would be dead the next second.

I moved my hands heavily with trembling hands; the fork was shaking with vibrations; I closed my eyes and advanced the bite to my mouth, nasty metallic with a touch of sweetness burst in my mouth. Hiking Mount Everest would be easier than chewing this bite. The blood from the rawness of the meat was dripping from my mouth. I was squinting my eyes shut.

"Now that was I'm talking about, I like this bitch I will keep her to myself to ruin," the same man said with a sickening tune.

My heart sank on this remark; it felt like someone was making deep cuts in my heart, but the blood was flowing from my mouth; I don't know at this rate if I was chewing the meat or my own tongue.

The man grabbed the handful of my hair, I wailed with the sudden rush of pain, and he made me look into his disgusting rotten eye. His sclera was tattooed black, but only his equally black eyeball wasn't tattooed. He was exploring my face and nude body with his gross lusty eyes. He had deep-cut scars on his left cheek, probably created with a dagger, his skin tone brown, and he had a buzz cut.

"I'm giving you one day to prepare yourself mentally, emotionally and how the fuck you want to prepare yourself, I don't give a fuck but after 24 hours, prepare to be my whore"

He whispered in my eyes; I was stuck rigidly in place, not breathing at all. He gestured for me to take the second bite; I robotically moved my hands and took the second bite, not blinking my eyes.

He went back to his chair that resembled a throne and sat with his ankles on his knees, back leaned on, and glaring at the nude helpless women and all the dead bodies lying helplessly, he began to laugh like a maniac.

All the other men called him "the Mighty", he was obviously the boss around here. The door adjacent to the chamber ripped open, and the nauseous disgusting smell we had inhaled the very previous day was back but a hundred times worse, I shifted my head up involuntarily and the scene I witnessed was horrendous, I felt chill down my spine traveling to all body, the floor was covered with crimson blood, imitating the color of pure hell, laying there in a pile was dead bodies of women, the fork slipped from my hand, my hands were groping my mouth forcefully, to not to escape a howl.

On the other corner were lying cut, minced, slashed, and slit pieces of human mass. A huge burner was on its left, the fire was so high it was technically reaching half the height of the wall, and a man with a cook hat standing on a tiny bench was cooking this meat up, The another cook came out of the kitchen and dragged the dead bodies to the kitchen, sliced a piece of the fresh bread body, taste it and separate it into the lists of "junk" and "food". How can this be a scene of this world and not hell? I'm certain I'm dead, and I'm currently rotting in hell, but I haven't even met God.
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30 minutes which felt like 39 years passed, we had our gruesome and most remarkable breakfast ever in life, more than 30 women were already dead, some even sliced and cooked, and maybe I had eaten some of them too, my soul in shattered into pieces, I'm already dead but a segment of life so dim in me illuminates when I recognize Anya, Fressia, Urmilla, Riley, Zee, Adeline and Fiona, not in the dumps of dead, sliced but alive, but that part in me fades as quickly as it appeared because living here is as horrible as dying by torture.

Luna dragged me, my allies, and the remaining living 10 girls to a shower room, she shoved us there while the mighty and minions were gaping at us, a man came, turned on a pipe 12 inches in diameter, the pressure was so vigorous that the little energy in my limbs couldn't hold me up and I sank to the floor on my knees, the water pressure was more piercing my body than cleaning, all my cuts and wounds were stinging and burning.

All four walls of the shower room were a reflecting mirror, but the floor, I was looking down the whole time like a puppy in a sleeping position, knees to my chest; I couldn't dare raise my neck and witness myself in this malaise. I have never been this humiliated in this life and watching my friends suffering was taking my impotence to another degree.

We all were moved to a different location which I couldn't take account of cause I was looking down all this time from embarrassment.

The boss whispered something to Luna's ear and stepped off. Luna took us to a room that wasn't furnished at all but had a fan and tiles.

"Surrender yourself completely if you wanna live, because if you resist they will rap* you AND torture you to death". Luna spat with an emotionless face.

"But why it's happening to us? What we d-  "My class fellow whom I recognize was trying to comprehend, but Luna gave no fuc*s and got out of the room in an instance; the girl ran with her limping legs trying to escape; she couldn't even reach the door with her gait when she heard the locking noises.

I heard this insane roaring sound and I realized it was me, it's all of us, howling with rage, In this passage of time we managed to witness extravagant cruelty, deaths, screams, undescribed pain, and undigested details I did not en want to remember, I want to smack my head and forget all of this.

The animalistic voices in this room are a nightmare; we are all breaking down; I can't even look at my friends in this form; I can't believe last night we were giggling and watching romcoms, and here we are living in a crime documentary.