POV Vivaldi

I rented house in the middle of forest. I liked that kind of living. I had electricity there and gas stove. I needed to take care about water myself. I felt that Thor needed to be fed. I heard some vehicle nearby. So, it seemed, that feeder came in best moment. I thought, that I should go out and took out that random soul, that came here at this unlucky for it moment.

I came out the house, stood at the fence by the road side. Then I saw them. It was military vehicle. It was combat vehicle wolverine with pack of armed soldiers running around it. I ran into the house. I didn’t expect military maneuvers in area. Vehicle stopped by my fence. I was watching through corner of window with hunters gun in hand.

Old man, we tried to intimidate get out of vehicle. He opened gate, which wasn’t lock. Soldiers were pointing their guns at the building. I almost shitted my pants. You know, that wolverine vehicle looks like tank, that have special wheels in place of tank tracks, and cannon on top of it is smaller, but still intimidating.

I was trying to pretend, I wasn’t there. My thoughts were in mess. I was thinking about runaway to the forest, but I didn’t want to risk getting out of house.

They drove into my yard. Left very big package and probably phone on top of it, then turned back. All of that with soldiers securing area. My heart was beating so fast and loud, that I thought, that they could hear it. I slowly went out of the house and checked perimeter. There was nobody around I could see. If not for the package, I would think it was some dream, nightmare. Then phone rang.

That scared shit out of me. I needed moment to gather myself and pick it.

-= Hello Vivaldi. – Said voice of old man. He knew my nick.

-= Hello Jack or whatever I should call you.

-= Jack is ok. We should talk.

-= Why should I talk with you? – That was best known to me strategy, to be always aggressive.

I heard some crack.

-= Our sniper shot down skull of deer, you had over doors to house. Maybe that is reason good enough.

I looked at cracked skull. It was good enough reason.

-= What do you want?

-= Unpack package first please.

I did just what he said. It was deep freeze with human body inside. Of course it wasn’t working at the moment, as it needed electricity.

-= I see what’s inside.

-= Good. We want to make a deal with you. You would put stone into freezer, stay in area, let our doctors examine you from time to time.

-= Ok. – I said ok, even when I didn’t plan to comply.

-= Good. We would provide you with human body once for two weeks, and you would provide us with some mixtures.

-= I need bodies more often.

-= No. After you will put it to freezer, you will need to feed it only so often.

They knew. They probably got others earlier and experimented with them.

-= You will get some pay also. – He continued. – Think about it as it is your patriotic responsibility. You will help army of Poland.

-= You know, that I can’t refuse. Why negotiate with me? You overpower me with your military force.

-= People of your kind don’t understand, but good deal is kind of economic chain. It’s lot stronger than steel chain bonding slave. If you would be happy with our cooperation, you wouldn’t try to hurt us, poison us for example. Does it made my point?

He was stupid man, that believed, that strength of money was better than raw strength. I could live with that. As long as I could grow my strength.

-= Yes, it does. I would take that deal. We need to discuss details, but it doesn’t look undoable. Now I think, I need some time to think about my situation.

-= Sure, Just don’t leave nearby area. You’re under constant surveillance. We will contact you in two days. – There was some muffled voice in background. – Just one more thing. Your partner, who went west already started to killing…

-= He isn’t my partner. – I interrupted him. I didn’t know, how much they knew, but guy came from Ahriman’s Order which probably meant, that they had more materials against him. – He was some mongrel I worked with from pity.

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-= That’s funny. We heard your conversation with him through phone, when he said, that he was followed. He wasn’t followed. Not in traditional meaning. We stalked you through drones above you.

-= That fucker. Thank you for info. I suspected, he was almost constantly lying to me. If you have some plans against him, you have my blessing.

-= Ok. That’s all, if that’s your opinion about him. Over and out. – He disconnected.

I thought about shit I was in. They had soldiers around, drones above me and were overhearing my phone talks. They also knew about bio-stones. They didn’t know, that stones were conscious entities, as they would want to talk with them then. I was fucked up.

Not for the first time in my life I was fucked up. I knew what to do. I would lie low, do what they would tell me to do, and wait patiently for my chance. It was hunters life when times were hard, when prey was rare.

I had another thought. They were strong. Army was strong. I wanted to join them. I didn’t join professional army forces, because I couldn’t. I had some collisions with law in my teen years. Nothing spectacular, but it prevented me to join any other military like organizations except hunters organizations. I wasn’t mafia type either.

POV Diana

I was drugged during my first talk in that sect center. Drug was in coffee. Or just they thought, that I was drugged, as I was no longer fully human. It didn’t work on me. I pretended it did.

I and two other drugged girls were throw into van car. Lackeys, that did it, complained, that I was ugly and weighty. Their boss said, that fetishists of that type of beauty, would be found too, so they should shut up.

During the route, when two drivers where exchanging at wheel, one of them went back and raped unconscious girl. If he would touch me, I would kill him. I couldn’t quite understand, how he could have pleasure from that act. Maybe he didn’t. I knew, that man did many things not because they liked to do them, but because they were trying to boast themselves to other man. It was like psychological deviation. Some man wanted, needed praise from other man to feel good or even normal.

At some point we crossed border with Germany. I couldn’t see it, but I heard drivers talking. There is no real border between Germany and Poland, since we are part of European Union. Just rules, for transport for example, are changing, when you cross border and language of course. I didn’t thought, they would take me to Germany. That moment I was sure, they wanted to sell us to sex business as sex slaves.

We drove off main roads just after border. Van stopped at abandoned old factory. Drivers were checked and we drove inside. Factory, that remembered times of second world war wasn’t really abandoned, just looked like that from outside. Inside of huge, long building, people lived and worked. There was part destined to be brothel. Part, that looked as movie studio for porno movies production. Part, where mainly women were tortured. And part with metal cages, where enslaved people, mainly women were kept.

I saw German supervisors, that showed off place for some German big fishes. It was, as people from music video Kaine lust by Rammstein, were sightseeing place. Differently from music video, women weren’t willing. It was slave market with slaves showing, that they were miserable.

We were put to metal cage with some women already inside. I pretended, that I was waking up. I had mixed up company. Most women were from Slavic countries, but there was also quite a number from France. I found out, that most women in factory were from Russia as they were easiest to victimize.

Started from small talks. I wanted to know, how much hatred was among victims. There was huge layer, lode of hatred. My dreams about nice new sect I could take over were shattered, but my other dreams, about violence and massacre could be realized.

I destroyed cage door. I started freeing people from other cages. Slavers used tasers and brute force against me. I was immune against tasers and I had plenty of brute force. They also shot me with hypnotics and drugs. It didn’t work on me. It was pandemonium as I started to killing them. I crushed heads, plucked out guts, broke spines. They were unable to stop me. Some of former victims tried to help me to kill oppressors, other just tried to run. I would only left alive those, that tried to kill. When former victims understood my stance, we got real full scale massacre. I was screaming, kill or be killed, constantly. When we finished taking over factory, we were red from blood. We caught some oppressors alive and put them to cages. Some of big, fat German fishes were there too. They screamed about money and revenge.

I put people, one after another, from cages and tortured them to death. Others, who waited in cages for their turn, saw what I did. I made my fellow survivors help me with my job. If someone couldn’t, I killed that person on spot without torturing her or him. I made them like me. We were baking people, cutting their genitals, seeing eyes out of eyeholes, skinning and salting alive, burning fat with real fire to our hearts content. Except me, most people were able to torture one or two people before, they broke into tears and apathy. But I got few talents, people that could help me with many before they needed to stop. One of them, girl in age about sixteen, had creative idea to make some schnitzel from some of our prisoners. She had much hatred towards porno movie stuff. She really put her heart into torturing one guy. He was alive for hours before blood loss killed him. He didn’t have any part of his skin intact at that moment. His penis was cut with long cuts along all of its length. His eggs were put into boiling water for about hour. His screams were so loud I ordered to cut of his tongue. Eyes were out of eyeholes dangling on nerves alone. Face and mouth were destroyed with hammer. Bones of legs and arms were broken many times. Probably I couldn’t do it better. Skin was burned, cut or sculped out. He looked beautiful after.

But, what’s good, that don’t lasts long. After about twenty hours of fun I took some promising individuals, many mutilated corpses, put it into small truck, movie stuff used and left.

I could stay little longer, but I knew, that German police, one of the worst police forces in the world, would come eventually. They would come only after slavery mafia would cut their traces leading there, but they would eventually.

I got some nice people, I could build cult with. We also knew about other places, that were similar to that one, as tortured people were trying to buy faster death from us and told us all we asked in return.

I was considering staying on German side. Germany is specific country. There are massive rape waves from time to time. Jews are bullied, even tortured. About sex slavery I won’t even talk. But there is no voice in mass media about it. Massacre we did. Nobody would write about it. There was some dark secret in Germany, bigger than any sect. Because of it I wanted to live in Poland and just do tourist visits in abandoned factories in Germany.

I also heard from inside, from it, that Germany were ruled by twenty three families from shadows and I shouldn’t go for conflict with them for some time.