Hell - Part III (Final)

It's been several weeks since entering this hellhole. Except, it's not that bad anymore. I'm used to it now, and I kind of like it here. For one thing, they feed us. I get much more food here than when I was on my own. And I got to be a bartender. out of all the slaves, because I assume we're all slaves here, is the best. We get picked on less, because all the filthy necrophiliacs are too lazy to get up and walk to the bar. They wait for the waiters and busgirls to come to their table. And usually they go for those caged things before they go for us live ones. And I don't mind the screwing that much. It's not to bad, except for the part where you filthy and disgusting and violated. And one of my "regulars" is really nice to me. He gives me this sweet stuff they used to call candy, I think it was. Apparently it's really expensive and hard to find.

As I'm finally getting used to it here, I overhear them talking about plans to move me.

"This one," says one of them, in his disgustingly sick voice "Works hard. Take your men and mover her to Level B work. She may be more useful there."

"Yes, master" is the hoarse reply of his slave.

I tried to ignore it, and fell asleep. I woke up in a different room. It looked exactly the same, but it was smaller. Much smaller. They put me in a new hell. I'm not happy to learn what they're going to do with me next, but I sit and wait.

They come for me, and drag me to some large room. It's full of those caged creatures. I realize that this is where they, ick, maintain them. Some people are perfuming them, some are sewing up stubs, some are chopping off hands, and the unlucky ones are putting on the muzzles.

I'm one of the unlucky ones. They toss me one of them, and then toss me a muzzle.

But I don't want to muzzle this disgusting thing in front of me. What if I get a glimpse of it's eyes again? I'd rather have it bite me.

And it does.