Chapter: 19 Slave Dealer

In the dimly lit halls of a clandestine establishment, where the flicker of candle lights cast eerie shadows upon the walls.

The establishment was guarded by imposing gates and attended to by guards who were talking and laughing to each other in a carefree manner.

A corpulent man resembling a pig waddled through the opulent corridors with a sinister grin etched on his pudgy face.

Draped in opulent robes that bespoke his wealth and status as establishment owner, he carried himself with an air of entitled arrogance, his jowls quivering with every step.

In his chubby hands, he clutched an array of sinister torture implements, the gleam in his eyes betraying his sadistic delight.

"Ah, today's sales were exceptional," he mused to himself, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Products were sold as fast as pancakes and I have made unimaginable profits.hehehe

Let's celebrate tonight with that new girl from two weeks ago."

With a malicious chuckle, he descended into the depths of the mansion, his footsteps echoing ominously against the cold stone floors. As he entered a hidden chamber concealed from prying eyes.

Inside, amidst the cold stone walls and eerie silence, lay a sight both horrifying and tragic—many young women of different age groups were kept in rows of iron cages lined the walls.

Each cage contained young women whose once vibrant spirits had been extinguished by the cruelty of the world.

Their figures were gaunt, their clothes tattered, and their eyes devoid of hope, reflecting the agony of their shattered lives.

Among them, a girl of fifteen sat huddled in the corner of her cage, her slender frame trembling, and her eyes devoid of any spark of life.

[GIRL'S POV]

Memories of my parents' cruel fate were haunting me every waking moment — the sound of their screams as they were torn away, the sight of blood staining the ground where they had fallen.

Clutching a worn piece of cloth, the only memento left of my mother, I felt a hollow ache in my chest.

Despite the overwhelming grief that consumed me, not a single tear graced my cheeks, my eyes dry from days of continuous sobbing.

As I gazed around at the other girls imprisoned alongside me I could see their eyes having already lost any hope in leaving this hell hole while some were already broken beyond repair.

The broken ones will be sold at prostitute districts where they will be cheaply used.

As I resigned myself to my grim fate, a sense of hopelessness washed over me.

The prospect of being sold into a life of endless suffering loomed ominously, extinguishing any flicker of hope I had left.

The other girls locked in cages beside me shared similar fates, victims of the Empire's tyranny and the insatiable greed of its corrupt rulers.

As a plump man approached my cage, any fleeting hope of escape or relief dissipated, leaving only resignation in its wake.

Like the other broken girls trapped in this wretched place, I knew that my fate was sealed

The pig-like fat man had taken girls with him every week and when they returned to their cages.

The girls were already broken beyond repair, and tragically, all of them died within a day due to the excruciating pain in their emaciated bodies.

As the fat man approached the iron cage that confined me, he rapped the bars with a rod, expecting a reaction that never came from me.

Disappointment etched across his porcine features as he realised the depths of my despair.

"Damn, it seems she already has figured out what will happen with and is now broken,

I have more fun with the girls that have still some hope...well, what can I do? It seems I will have to celebrate with a broken product,"

He murmured, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as his pudgy fingers reached for the cage door that was housing me.

WISHH

As the whistling sound of wind filled the chamber, the candle lights flickered and went out, plunged the room into darkness.

Only the faint glow of moonlight filtering through a small iron-barred window illuminated the uppermost part of the chamber.

"Damn!!, it's windy even though the weather was nice today. Now I have to find matches but wait ha ha ha I could use those candles to torture this bitch.

But where could that incompetent servant have possibly stashed the matches? Did he leave them in the drawer, perhaps?"

The repulsive grunt of the fat pig resonated through the moonlit chamber as he lumbered towards the drawer.

WISHH

The whistling sound of wind echoed once more through the dark chamber, but this time it was accompanied by an ear-piercing scream.

"AHHH#@%#%!!!!"

The pig-like man writhed on the ground, clutching his now half-cut arms with his remaining one, blood flowing freely from the grievous wounds.

His agonised screams pierced the silence of the chamber, mingling with the eerie whistle of the wind, creating a cacophony of pain and despair.

BAMM

GAHHH

The man's screams were abruptly cut short as another sound echoed through the chamber—a swift kick to the stomach, followed by the sickening thud of his body colliding with the wall where the moonlight seeped through.

"What is happening to me?

What the hell is happening!!!!....Come in front of me, you bastard!!

GUARDS where the hell are the Guardsss!!!!!"

The pig-like man writhed in agony while calling guards, his squeals merging with the howling wind as he desperately clawed his way towards the chamber's exit.

Blood gushed from his severed arms, staining the cold stone floor crimson, as he struggled to escape the nightmare unfolding around him.

"ARGHHHH!!!"

His scream pierced the air, a primal cry of anguish and terror echoing through the darkness.

But before he could reach the safety of the exit, a sharp object shot through his remaining arm;

a long curved dagger pierced his flesh, emerging from nowhere with deadly precision.

"ARGHHHHHHH!!!!"