Guten abend
Heh, why did I ask her that, that kid probably went through hell just to get here, and here I am, jollying around like a little clown, trying to save every bastard I came across, didn't that bit me in the neck, I can't believe that it felt like yesterday I was standing in front of a crowd sitting silently on a pew, listening to my sermon, god helps, god doesn't give a damn anymore, I used to preach about how judgement day would come and bite the non-believers in the arse, now look at me, here I am sitting on the ground of a dirty book shop, talking to a kid with more scars than a grizzled veteran, God, he lied to all of us, hell is earth.
"Why did you help me?" the little lassie asked me, her hair was golden blonde, she couldn't be older than seven, "Why did you do that? You don't know who I am,"
"It's true, I don't know who you are, but I know what you are," I replied.
"You're not real, I'm dead right?" she replied, why did she say that? the world truly changed, back then six-seven years old don't just say that they're dead, they don't just say it like that and look annoyed if they were to say it, they were crying, weeping with agony, and now, all I see is an annoyed little girl, begging for death, "do me a favour, and just shoot me already, I don't deserve to live,"
That broke my heart, how could a little girl as small as she begged for death? a little lass who lost her way, "Lass, listen here, you're going to come with me,"
"Snack for your journey, alright," she said annoyedly, why would she say that? why would she describe such vile things, "just make it quick,"
"No, don't be such a dryshite, you're going to live," I said as my hands squeezed her feeble little arms tight, she didn't flinch, she just looked into my eyes, her face told a story of a tired person, begging for a bed to lay down. She looked deep, was she trying to find something? No, she wasn't, she spits in my eyes, she didn't even try to be aggressive, she was annoyed, "What was that for?"
"Your breath smelled like you ate a dead skunk," she said calmly, "I ate a skunk before, and I know how it smelled,"
My eyes laid gaze to a wall so high, towers so menacing and earth so grey, though my mouth was bubbling, my jaws were trembling, nothing came to my aid. The woman who ordered my predicament took her gloves off, showing the guard what seemed to be a tattoo of an ouroboros, the creature meant something noble, but these tools aren't exactly what you call noble, the exact opposite if you may say so. "We have the pig," she said to the guard before he opened the gates, the outside looked like a prison, but inside, it was a utopia, they grew plants, they have cattle, they have kids running around, enjoying childhood.
"what?" I asked myself, even with the gag, the question was bright as day to the redhead beside me.
"Don't be fooled, those kids are nasty," she whispered before they encounter the crowd which started to grow, they lined along the street, gawking at the predicament which I'm in.
"Is that the one that destroyed the Highschool?"
"A menace that's what she is,"
"Lunatic!"
The building along the street looks maintained, it seemed untouched by time and the night, it looked peaceful yet violent at the same time, is it just me? Not long after walking on my busted leg with someone holding me up, I arrived at the front door of an office building, five-storey tall and ten windows long, grey all over with graffiti on the ground floor, "Praise Thee Lord Kaiser," "Bless Us My Liege!", what is this? a joke?
Entering the little building, the sight changed, the room was brightly lit and the walls and ground were carpeted in light purple, blasting through the speakers was Valse Sentimentale by Pyotr Tchaikovsky, it was a different sight to what was outside, it looked like a studio of sorts. "Riley, take the gag off," the wench ordered, swiftly yet softly the redhead took the gag off of Luna.
"Thanks-" Luna panted, with her bound hands she wiped the saliva flowing down her neck and lips, she knew she couldn't escape with force, slowly she looked at the woman in power, "Ma'am this is all a big misunderstandin-" Her words were slapped away as the woman pulled her by the collar, and kicked injured leg, making her fall to the floor, she groaned in pain as her knees met the soft floor.
"You don't speak, animals don't speak,"
"You fucking cunt!" Luna yelled in a British accent, that stuck with her somehow, "Where the fuck is my sister?!"
"Ah, she's Bri'ish, what are you going to do? Colonize us after what you did to the Highschool?" The wench taunted, "Ah well at least Riley gets another European friend," she chuckled as she pulled Luna up on her feet. "The Kaiser would love you, I could tell," Riley the redhead, she could only watch and listen in anger, her actions as of now could get her shot as it is. "And Riley daughter of Paddy fuck whoever Irish, go report yourself to the stockade, they'll be waiting for you,"
"I'll fucking end you," Luna fought back as she was forced to follow the woman.
In a few steps, she was thrown to a double door, landing on her right side, further making her injured leg feel worse, "What is the meaning of this?!" a manly voice echoed through the room, Luna looked up and she saw a man wearing a satin bathrobe, a feathery top hat and a pair of bunny slippers, is this the Kaiser?
"Kaiser, we captured the dog that destroyed the Highschool," The woman said as she raised both her arms up like a diver before a jump.
"At ease," the man said, "So this is the asset?"
"I'm no one's asset," Luna replied before she spits a thick much on his face.
"Well, we could fix that," The man said before snapping his fingers. The two men before walked over to her and picked her up, "I'm sorry," Mick whispered in her ears before the two dragged Luna into a dark room, before they left, he cuts off the ropes that bound her wrists. "Good luck," the other man said before walking out and locking the door behind them.
As she walked around the unlit room, the lights flickered to life, there was a chair in the middle, it had a strap on the back and straps on the armrest and the legs, and cushions on the seat, they are going to torture her eh?
"What do you want?" Luna shouted in anger, she's done with this, "Fucking coward!"
"That ain't nice, we're simply here to talk," a voice echoed from the intercom located on all four corners of the room, "Take a seat,"
Nothing she could do, so she sat on the chair, in the middle of the seemingly empty room. "Okay, now talk,"
"Not quite done," the intercom buzzed before the wench before entered the room, instead of her paramilitary-Esque clothing before, she wore a tight black leather suit and a corset, "My little pet is going to make sure you know what our conversation would taste like.
"Okay, kid, so you and your sister walked about three hundred miles from Michigan, all the way here?" I asked the little blonde girl, astounding, this little lass walked miles for years, "Weren't there any places with people?"
"We met many, but Luna, she told me to keep moving no matter what," the little blonde girl replied, "and now she's gone, I wasn't there for her,"
"Well your sister is right about one thing, humans aren't friends," I replied to the little girl, I know what this world did to the best of the best and the worst of the worst, the worst turned into a nightmare, and the best turned into the worst, "Well, I'm going to wait here for my daughter, she should be here by nightfall, until then, we should get to know each other,"
"What if I say no?" the little girl commented.
"Then I'll be sitting here quietly,"
The straps on the chair were locked, her limbs were set to place on the torture chair, she couldn't do anything, "Remember, this is just the beginning, so don't beg for it to stop," the woman in black latex said before caressing her fingers on Luna's face, "cute freckles," she said before softly biting Luna's cheek, "Oh you loved that right?"
Luna just stared angrily at the woman, holding her thinning patience, "Oh don't look so tense love, it's not every day we caught a naughty angel," the wench said as she slowly pulls away from Luna, walking into her blind spot, which was behind the chair, "You'll love the toys my master have in his arsenal," she said as she carries a tray of things. Laying it in front of Luna, her eyes widened, a gas mask, a pair of pliers, candles, and a roll of wire. "You must be wondering what these are for?"
"Telling you won't be as fun as showing you," she said before forcefully strapping the gas mask on Luna's face, she tried to fight it but she couldn't move an inch away, her hands were strapped in and her legs were too. "Don't you love the smell of not breathing?" She asked as she planter her hand on the filter, blocking Luna's air passage. "Well, I hope you love fire because I do," she remarked as she pulls her hand off of the filter, grabbing Luna's collar she unbuttoned the bound girl's shirt, revealing her breasts, "Not bad,"
With the candlelit and melting, she plants it on Luna's chest, burning her as the melted candle made its nest on Luna's chest, Luna screamed in pain, but the woman could care less as all that she heard was a muffled cry. "Oh don't be melodramatic, we're just starting," she said as pulled the mask off of Luna's face. Sweat and tears were flowing down her face, the pain caused her that, she didn't cry like this when a bear trap bit her foot, what is the difference with this one? Panting, gasping for air as she looked at the woman.
"Fuck you," Luna said weakly as she spits at the wench's face.
"A spitter, guess I could spare something to fix that," the woman said as she picked the roll of wire up, Just as she was about to cut a small entry hole on Luna with a pair of scissors, the door swung open, and in came the man, still in the bathrobe he walked over to the two, behind him was a trolley of "toys".
"Little pet, don't, let me handle it," he said as he looked at Luna, her chest was covered with the molten candle, and her shirt was wet in sweat, "Ah, my new plaything, I hope my pet here didn't do you too much because it's my turn," he said before closing the door with the trolley in. "They always call me a sadist, I'm not a sadist, I'm a romantic," he said in a jolly goodie two shoe voice before pulling a little scraper from the trolley. Shutting her eyes in fear Luna felt no pain, when she opened it she saw him scraping the candle off and buttoning her shirt. "Okay, that's done,"
"That's all?" Luna accidentally asked in curiosity, curiosity killed the cat because the man opened his mouth.
"Nope, we're just starting from square one," he replied before pulling a shiny scalpel out, "now tell me, do you like flowers?"
"no," Luna said in sheer terror, "NO!"
Hours had flown by and nightfall came, Lily sat there, resting her back on a shelf, waiting for the supposed daughter of this man, in her hands was the revolver, four bullets, three for others, one for me, "When is she coming?"
"I don't know, my Riley is usually not late, unless..." He looked at Lily with pure horror in his eyes, "She's caught, oh shit," he exclaimed before running over to the door, Lily got up on her feet and pushed the man over.
"If you want to kill yourself, by all means, do it, but don't you fucking drag me into this, give it a fucking second," Lily said as she aimed the gun at the man's face, "Give it a second, you don't want your daughter to find you mangled down the streets,"
"What do you know, you're eight!"
"I'm five, and I have four bullets to bury inside you, I'm not afraid anymore,"
I should really get super stoned just to write shit, very fun activity
