Chapter 4
Henry was whimpering, being clad in only an adult diaper with a baby bonnet attached to his forehead. He stood helplessly, still in shackles, of his garbage-stained business clothes being devoured by the flames.
"Please, Veruca…." he pleaded on his knees, but it was clear that Veruca wasn't going to let up.
"Now…..chain him into a fetal position and get at least forty of my guard dogs out!" Veruca commanded, pointing to a pair of shackles on the corner of the room. There were also forty pairs of leashes surrounding the pair of shackles, just a few inches away.
Five of the 250-pound muscular servants came forward, gave praise and thanks to their leader, and dragged Mr. Salt to the nearby corner, where he was chained at both the hands and feet into a fetal position.
A few minutes later, forty of her guard dogs, made up of German Shepherds, Rottweilers, Mastiffs, and Pit Bulls, came out with their trainers. Muzzles were applied to their face and they were all growling and snarling, baring their teeth.
"Now, my trainers, leash up the dogs! I want to see how well my fucking father does with the sight of growling dogs!" Veruca instructed, pointing to the leashes that were just mere inches away from Henry's body.
The trainers bowed before Veruca and then guided the growling dogs to the sets of leashes hooked onto the walls. One by one, they leashed up the muzzled and snarling dogs.
As if on cue, the dogs were all barking and growling at the same time, showing off those sharp canine fangs at Mr. Salt. His eyes were in fear for his life and he began to scream and yelp for help, but again no one came to his aid. The overlapping of dogs were too much for his ears, but his hands were restrained by the chains.
In the midst of all the barking and snarling, one of the muzzled pit bulls snapped its jaws wide open, just mere centimeters away from Henry's nose. Another dog, a Mastiff, snapped his jaws just a few millimeters away from his leg.
His blood pressure began to rise, his heart began to race even faster, and he began to sweat profusely, screaming, "Stop it! Stop it! Please, I give up!"
Veruca gave a snob look and replied, "Stop….." The torture of the dogs lasted for around 25 minutes.
The trainers came forth and unhooked the leashes from the dogs and put them back on their own leashes and left for now.
Henry breathed a sigh of relief and tried to smile, "Glad that's over, Veruca. Now, can you give your daddy a hug?"
Veruca laughed cruelly and sickeningly, "Ohh, Daddy, you and your tricks…." Then her laugh turned into a staring devil-like glare, "Take him to Level 2!"
Servant 55, whom was present by his leader's side, widened his eyes, "Oh no, Goddess Veruca, you don't mean…."
"Oh yes, Servant 55, the Slaughterhouse Level!" Veruca snickered, "I will make sure to run my father into submission by the end of this day!"
"No…NOOOOOOO!" Henry yelled at the the top of his lungs, but the much-stronger servants restrained him from even trying to lay a finger on his daughter.
Not wanting to question her, the servants took off the wall restraints on a defeated Henry, though his arms were still handcuffed behind his back. The doors then swung open again, and out came a gurney with many shackles attached to the rails.
"Get onto the damn gurney, now, you filthy piece of shit!" Servant 55 demanded to Henry.
Henry complied with the order, lying down on the gurney. The shackles were then applied to his feet, legs and his shoulders.
"Take him down to the elevator and bring to me my royal throne!" Veruca decreed further, clapping her hands. The servants then wheeled Henry to the elevator, pressed the button, then got in.
Veruca then got out her bell with the golden VS initials on it and rang it four times. "My throne servants!"
The strong 250 pound servants came in with her golden sparkling diamond and prostrated to Veruca, "We give you thanks every day and we make sure that even children praise your name!"
Veruca escorted herself and then climbed onto her mobile throne. She then rang her bell once and replied, "My cat, Diamond, please?"
They lifted the white cat with an appropriately-named white diamond collar worth around $1.4 million. She petted Diamond earlier when her father was being stripped of his clothing.
The servants then carried her to a special golden elevator that only she can use. Once the elevator doors closed, they headed towards the Slaughterhouse floor.
The underground Slaughterhouse level of the Prison Mansion was structured as such. To the left, there was a slaughterhouse where prisoners of Veruca's regime usually work at. They usually killed cows, pigs, and chickens to feed the lower ranking servants on her property. On the right, there were also 40 cells for insubordinate servants who committed various offenses on Salt Mansion property.
The elevator bell dinged for a trapped Henry. He was unceremoniously wheeled on the gurney to the left, heading to the next part of his punishment. The servants then propped the doors open and revealed Mr. Salt to the horrors of the slaughterhouse. Row after row, there were hundreds of slaughtered and mutilated cow and pig carcasses with blood completely covering them. Flies surrounded a few of those corpses, attracted to the foul odor of decaying flesh. Some of them even have their mouths forced wide open for the flies to get into. Meat hooks pierced their extremities, their eyeballs, their hearts, intestines, and, on a few of them, through their mouths and nostrils. Drops of blood slowly dripped from their pierced areas onto the slaughterhouse floor, which also had puddles of blood, bile, and intestinal juices on the floor. Some more dead pig carcasses dangled on meat hooks from the ceiling of the slaughterhouse, dripping even more blood and intestinal juices on the floor.
There was even a warning sign to the left of the servants saying this:
CAUTION! BEWARE OF DRIPS OF BLOOD AND WEAR THESE CONSTRUCTION HELMETS AND HEAVY-DUTY BOOTS! FLOOR IS SLIPPERY AT ALL TIMES!
Below the sign were some Army-issue heavy-duty rain boots and around 10 hard-hat helmets. The servants took each of them and put it on their heads and then put the heavy-duty boots on.
Henry, meanwhile, gasped at the disturbing images in his mind of slaughtered carcasses being hung with the meat hooks and flies surrounding them. He felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
"Oh no….." he whimpered as the bile crept up from his esophagus to his mouth. He turned his head, for he was still chained to the gurney, and began to vomit onto the floor.
The sickened Henry was then wheeled by the servants, whom were careful not to slip onto the puddles on the floor. He was wheeled incredibly close to the dead carcasses.
His eyes widened in fear and hopelessness as he saw one pig carcasses' eyeballs dangling from its socket. The pig's outer skin was cut and its intestines were dangling as well.
Henry's face turned as pale as a ghost when they came upon a wooden board on the floor with restraints on it.