So for this chapter and probably the next it'll be centered around the darker side, and exploring the activities that happen.
Don't worry, I will eventually reach the 'good side' of the plot!
"The amount of bodies this guy leaves is fucking insane!"
"I know, but there's nothing that we can do about that. Well, unless you want to end up like that poor chap" The withered hand pointed towards the speared corpse atop the rock.
"He lasted the longest this month, heard he even managed to wound the big fella. Shame he couldn't do much else, the drugs that that guy is on are insanely strong"
"Stab straight between the ribs and into the lung, an instant flooding of blood which would normally lead to a fatality, I don't know how he does it..."
"That's the thing, with his operation down here he can afford this drug. All these 'workers' are down here under blackmail and hostage. If they don't do the work, they don't do the living."
"The motto that has kept us working here as well...I'm starting to grow tired of that line. So, what're you held here for?"
"Wife and kit, without the work, them both die with me there."
"Where does he even find all these people?! I mean, there has to be at least a thousand of us, all kept down here without anyone knowing we even existed."
"Back alleys mostly I think. No witnesses, and a convenient area to lure the rest. Burn the house and claim a death by fire..."
A torch rounded the cavern's walls, carried by the a scrawny creature with mangled hands and feat, dressed in patched and ripped garments.
"Hey, you two! Quit blabbing and get your ass back to work, else you ain't living. No work, No life."
And as silently it entered, the creature left.
"Only one more night until the movie"
Judy was still curled up in a ball of blankets, wondering about what would happen and what could happen the coming night...
"Why did I even suggest the movie? What on earth am I thinking? If she learns I'm still using my con money to afford this place, I'm going straight outa the police uniform and into a cell.
"well, if anything, I'm still lucky I didn't have to pay the tax on it"
The clang of industry whirred on throughout the night. Worn bodies of all sizes continued their labour. Metal fell upon metal. Scared skin upon crumbling rock. Cracked feet upon rotted wood.
The souls of the lost wonder endlessly across the infinite platforms, each seeking their lost lives and families, only to be presented with churning gears and stiff pistons. The pathways are tread without safety, many lost minds fall to the depths, either from self loathing or being thrown over.
"What's the production rate today? I want that new shipment ready. I ain't fucking paying for their food for fuck all."
"P-production rate is currently at 700 units per hour. O-of course we can increase that if it isn't sufficient for you."
As the beast and small, poorly robed, mammal descended into the depths of the realm, crates upon crates are visible, stacked almost 40 metres high, each holding their own small fortune of goods.
"This all? I thought you said 700 an hour. It's 4am so I want at least a couple thousand!"
"B-but sir, it's the morning. The workers aren't awake fully after the last sleeping cut."
"Are YOU saying I should take pity on THEM. THEY are the ones who forced the punishment on themselves. Last month they were behind by 17 units. 17 FUCKING UNITS. Now, you probably wouldn't know how much that is worth. Let's just say in the range of THEIR FOOD. They didn't create the costs, they don't eat."
"T-they are running on empty, they'll stop production!"
"If they're that hungry, they have each other. Fresh food and a fun game! And where's my new toy! I asked for it yesterday!"
The streets outside the apartments of the duo; roads were bustling, heavy with nocturnal traffic and activity.
A lone student, one who seemed too unaware of her surroundings, walks across the lanes, passing cars and vans alike.
Within a moment the body was gone, no trace of a suspect and no sign of struggle.
The captors sailing off with the crowd.
"The boss will be happy with this one!"
"I don't see much meat on her. Last the night?"
"You're on, $50!"
A voice from the front emerged
"If we're betting on her life, raise me in, $130!"
"MMM" The struggled gasps sounded from the captured 'toy'
"What cha' sayin' sweetheart? Want some candy? See something ya' like?"
"Leave the lass alone will ya', we all know he don't like his goods spoiled"
"Well, there ain't no harm in checking right? I mean, if she has been 'used' then he won't be happy and we'll be used as the next entertainment"
"I guess you've got a point there! Open it up!"
"MMMMM" the cries began and ended quickly...
On an isolated platform, connected only by a weak span of cables, two mammals were left.
"So, we got to clean this damned place up and do it within a fucking hour?!"
"Well, I mean be thankful we don't have to life another couple bodies from stone spikes. That spear was a strain on my back! And be fucking happy, unlike the rest of these souls, we get to leave!"
"I suppose we do have that for us, don't we? Hah, I wonder what their life is like. I mean we come down here dusk till dawn to remove the guy's 'playthings', but imagine being the plaything, appalling, right?"
"What ever, just get this steel cleaned and let's get out of here, it's almost morning"
"Ohhh fuck, you seein' this? He slit the damn floor, no wonder that body was all torn!"
"How the hell? Seriously, we don't want to cross this fucker, ever!"
"Morning huh? Oh how I love these days off; it really makes living, well, living!"
The red creature unravelled from the silken sheets and hobbled off on the warmly decorated carpet into the kitchen.
"Bugs, bugs, eggs, bugs, carrots? Well, she's rubbing off on me I guess"
Similar to the red fox, the bunny was also taking count.
"Carrots, carrots, potatoes, eggs and carrots! Always good to keep yourself fit and healthy, I wonder how Nick is doing with the carrots I gave him..."
"Right, that's the floor back to normal, steel cleaned, and bodies removed. Can we head up now?"
The two work men stood facing the assistant.
"I guess all work is done. My master thanks you, you may leave"
With the press of a thumb to a remote, a ladder descended. Unlike other features to this underground industry, the ladder was clean; rust free; and didn't show any signs of decay, suggesting the rarity of it's use.
"Be sure you're back by sun down. If you're not, say good bye to yer families!"
"Aye aye sir..."
Once the ladder returned to the surface, workers following, the assistant had vanished into pollution of the machines bellow.
"God about time we get some fresh air. It's fucking hell down there, poison and toxic waste, not my finest holiday location."
The mammal hole cover was removed and the two shifted themselves up, checking thrice to see if the entrance was firmly locked.
They both emerge from the alley out onto the streets, passing by many mammals rushing off to their own moral-filled jobs.
"I envy their lives, they get everything! Fresh air, a family, and a damn job which pays!"
Yay~ another chapter down.
As I said before the next will probably still be centered around this darker side, but who knows? (I definitely don't :P)
Anyways, ignoring my self doubt, comments on this, even PMs about how to improve, are greatly appreciated by me, hell just give me some pointers on how my writing style is.