The sky was blurry with fog permeating the entire town as though to shroud it completely, annexing it from the the land. Such a dense fog created an icy atmosphere as the cold winds blew through the opaque streets, if you were to stroll through the main streets you would not hear an utter of dialogue from merchants, vendors, shops, or homes. The smell wafting in the air while passing through the streets would cause stomachs to churn and limbs to shiver, a ghastly odor encroached upon the nostrils sending signals to cease smelling and to hold in any breath remaining.
What could cause such a foreboding and unpleasant feeling to traverse your senses? The apprehension received through the disgusting stench would be unpalatable compared to what would be observed visually. Corpses were strewn across the entire town; no rubble, structures, or indication of struggling could be seen at all. Pure death and carnage would be the only suitable label to describe the scenery of the current fog town.
Vendors with freshly cooked skewers and fried dough remained on the vendor booths while blood splayed across the booth almost as though to act as a seasoning for the products they themselves were selling. Shop owners, employees, and customers laid in puddles of blood whilst their limbs laid in different places throughout the buildings they had died in. The town was littered in a crimson red as the wind blew through the streets almost as if to mourn the deaths of the townspeople, the puddles of blood that remained had yet to dry as more drops of blood slithered down from the crevices of the buildings and dropped down seemingly like water from a stalactites.
As the hollow town’s fog grew denser, people who frequently traveled towards this town would soon find out that the population grew sparse, considering none were left alive. How could such a thing occur? That may remain a mystery to the world because some circumstances are better left unsaid and never to be known for information can be just as deadly as it is helpful.
After a brief moment of this quiet solitude brought by a thick heart-wrenching and chilly atmosphere through a town massacre, a man slovenly walked passed a vendor and in a manner befitting someone who had paid a hefty amount, politely stopped and began to take a dozen skewers before continuing to walk out of the town entrance. Appearing like the entire situation of this town was completely unrelated to him; this long, disheveled brown-haired man in light-beige clothes gave a quick whistle in appreciation of the skewers he was consuming.
“What an interesting flavor. For something so thoroughly cooked, it has such a grisly feeling like sinking your teeth into uncooked animal meat.”
As the man said this, he removed the remaining meat on the skewer and tossed it away as he walked towards the south.
“Rest in piece, brothers and sisters.Thanks to you all I’m officially unemployed finally, what to dooo, what to dooo~!”
As he walked he whistled a sweet tune and joyfully began his journey.
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The sky was blue without any signs of clouds, the sound of feet meeting the marble floor rang like bells signaling the movement of someone as they entered into a wide corridor and arrived before a large wooden door. With clean silver knobs with intricate carvings, the person politely knocked on the door asking for permission to enter.
A graceful voice responded to the knocking, “Come in.”
“Mistress, you have a guest.”
“Who is it?”
“Someone interested in your request, as a potential guard.”
“How does he compare to the others?”
“If you would excuse my frankness, he is weak.”
“Hmm, then turn him away. I am tired of constantly interacting with frauds who attempt sophistry with me.”
“Yes, as you command.”
The servant swiftly left to carry out his duty, and the woman who the servant referred to as Mistress stood up from in front of her desk and approached a nearby table on the left side of the room where a tea set was placed. She poured the piping hot tea out from the kettle into the cup and placed it on the saucer before carrying it to the sofa in the center of the room and sitting.
Taking a sip of the tea, she sighed. “People are too greedy, all those truly worth being subordinates would never wish to be subjugated as a servant. Such a pity, it appears my struggles will be for nothing.”
As if to answer her whimsical mumbling about how nobody is worthy of being her subordinate, the man who was downstairs being turned away by the butler had been waiting for his companions to reach their designated posts around the manor of this “Mistress”. Finally having reached their places, they began their abduction plans for the rich lass.
The butler was speaking to the man, but before he could open his mouth he was slashed from the right shoulder across his chest diagonally slicing through his flesh and wounding him severely as he fell back and groaned in pain.
He sounded the signal by lightning a small bead which popped and made a slight whistle loud enough for his companions to hear and to slightly make the passerby’s notice it for a brief moment before they continued with their doings.
The men all quickly entered the manor and began attacking all the servants working there leaving none unharmed, while they looted the valuables and placed them in rucksacks. Having injured all the servants, they quickly reached the study of the “Mistress” and breached the door.
The graceful figure of the girl was startled and she nearly dropped her tea, but refrained from such uncultured behavior and almost phased into an emotionless expression as if it were a habit. She calmly addressed the intruders.
“What might be the interest of you all by forcing your way into my manor?” She said as she coldly stared at the intruders.
“Just some fun and money. Can a rich Young Miss such as yourself not afford to entertain this poor common thief?” The ringleader sarcastically remarked with a course laugh that would irritate your eardrums.
“If it’s money you want, I can give you money. Please leave afterwards though.”
“It’s not just money we want, I bet a little princess like you will go for a big ransom to their parents, no? How about kindly coming with us for a bit, we won’t treat you poorly.” The ringleader said with a disgusting glint appearing in his eyes as if to brazenly admitting that he’s completely lying through his rotted teeth.
“My parents would rather this lady to die than pay any amount of ransom to you all unfortunately.”
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“Hmph, enough bullshit, you’re going to come with us regardless. Grab her!” The ringleader commanded his men to apprehend her and they tied her up tightly enough to cause her skin to begin to tear from the excessively tight rubbing.
The “Mistress” refused to groan or make a sound and just gave an ice-cold emotionless stare towards all of these intruders.
The closed door they entered from then received a polite knock as though that butler they had just severely wounded had suddenly come up to check on his Mistress but refused to enter without her permission.
“Who is it, HUHH?” The ringleader said in an extremely unsightly manner, clearly irritated that his men would allow some idiot to knock on the door as they were doing their business.
“I saw that someone in this town was hiring a guard, I asked around and was guided to this manor but all I see are a bunch of injured bodies sprawled all over....”
A man’s deep voice came from the other side of the door in response to the ringleader’s question, in a manner that seemed to say he was barely interested in the job but came anyway to check it out. His voice gradually sounding dimmer and uninterested.
“I suppose the job is unnecessary since the manor is being raided... Ahh what to do... Just when I thought I could find a job... How unfortunate.”
It seemed as though his voice was becoming quieter as he spoke, it appears he was heading towards the entrance and intending to leave as their was no potential job anymore.
But such an attitude intrigued the “Mistress”, she suddenly smashed into the two men who were nearest to the door and rammed into the door, opening it from the hinges allowing her to fall straight out into the corridor. She fell onto the ground and saw the back of a slovenly man with long brown hair in a light beige yukata with what appears to be a single star embroidered on the back walking towards the exit of the manner.
“Hey!” She shouted at him but the man seemed to not have heard her at all.
“Hey you!” She continued.
“HEYYYY! MISTER!” She finally lost her cool and shouted at the top of her lungs to the man who was about to walk down the stairs. He finally noticed it seems, because the man heard the gut-wrenching scream of a banshee and was so frightened that he missed his step as he tried to walk down and as if it were a miracle he totally slipped and fell straight down the stairs.
A loud *bang* sounded as the man smashed into the floor at the bottom of the stairs, causing the woman who had caused the whole ordeal to close her eyes and furrow her brows at such an unsightly display from just a maiden’s scream.
“Ahhhh!!!” The mans painful groaning could be heard all the way from the bottom of the stairs.
“Ahhh it hurts, ahhh ahh! *Ughhhhhhh*!” It resounded but felt fake in the heart of the young lady who heard such unbelievable sounds.
As this all spanned within 30 seconds, all the intruders hurriedly ran out and apprehended the “Mistress” again and began wondering what was going on as they didn’t see anyone in the corridor for her to shout at and only heard the groans of someone coming from the stairway.
They went to the stairs and found that man laying on the ground on his stomach with his face against the floor groaning while holding his back and rear-end in pain. They grabbed the guy and tied him up as the others brought the “Mistress” down alongside the injured man.
The woman just stared at this idiot of a man who was injured from falling down the stairs and thought that her intuition was probably wrong, now an innocent person was dragged into her unfortunate circumstances, she felt slight regret as-well as sorrow that she was wrongfully hoping for this man to actually be capable of lending aid to her.
Unbeknownst to the woman, the man had peeked open one eyelid and glanced at the woman as he was being dragged on the ground by the greasy intruders, his crystal clear hazel eyes with extremely sharp vertical pupils caught sight of how hopeless the woman felt and how she had gazed at the man with pity and slight regret before closing them again as he continued to groan.
They were transported to the shore near a lake, where they were placed into a metal cage with other captured citizens who they would probably be transporting and selling into slave markets. The man and woman were going to be thrown into the cage and locked inside until they tried to get her ransom.
The man who was completely limp and debilitated was thrown into the cage after the woman and fell lifelessly into her bosom. As they were tied up by both limbs, the “Mistress” who had never in her life came into such a close proximity to the opposite sex became beet red as though trying to cultivate the Art of Tomatoes and was losing her mind by having this unkempt , disheveled, weak, useless man blanket her.
“Hey! Oi! OIII! Oii!!! Hey!!” She shouted at the unconscious man but he ceased to respond to her pleas towards him and remained lifeless on top of her.
Ughhhhh, she resolutely allowed for such an impure, adulterated, disgusting situation to continue to defile her with the goal of her completely executing this man for such profane and indecent treatment of her.
(I swear I’m going to destroy you both physically and spiritually, you filth!) She cursed in her mind.
As she silently cried out in her mind, unable to hold back her emotions anymore she truly began to shed silent tears at such a horrible situation.
(What’s the point of worrying about purity when I’ll be dead soon?) She began to despair and give up.
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The man’s eyes slowly squinted enough to barely be capable of glimpsing at the woman who’s softness he’s been experiencing for the last few hours of “unconsciousness”, seeing her tear drops descending down her cheeks as she bravely tried to hold in her despair and grief slightly made him regret his false listlessness. But as he resonated with the softness that was her bosom beneath his face, he slowly forgot about such regret and comfortably moved his head as if to get a more comfortable and fluffier position in his “pillows”
This movement disturbed the woman as she quickly noticed the man’s countenance turned into that of pure comfort and ecstasy after nuzzling with her bosom. She couldn’t help but have a fire ignited in her to thoroughly castrate and roast this man with hellfire. In a sweet voice that would tempt even the Gods, she quietly whispered to the man laying on her.
“Hey mister, you can remain on me for as long as you wish. I only hope that you can afford the consequences.”
After she voiced such a sentence, the man above her slightly moved his head to position it towards the woman’s face and squinted his eyes slightly to peer at her, slightly becoming hesitant to remain in such a provocative position and feeling an unknown sense of fear he had never felt before.
The woman continued, “Yes, I’m talking to you mister. I’m glad you’ve rested well, it seems as though you can finally see the heavens, hear the angels, and feel the clouds.”
The eerie feeling he had intensified but he remained. But abruptly opened his eyes to brazenly stare at the woman beneath him.
“Hello little lady, this one was minding his own business when he suddenly found himself laying on an expensive bed only, this bed suddenly spoke in an elegant voice that is unmatched by all the beauties in the world causing this lowly one to enter into a complete stupor, unable to recognize the severity of the situation.”
As he shamelessly tried to provide an excuse filled with eloquence, the woman remained calmly gazing at her chest where this mans head was remaining even as he was trying to say he only just recognized his position on top of her. This smile accompanied by the eyes that showed she was definitely not smiling happily, gravely brought upon an eerie feeling to the man.
“This lowly one has some information that may be helpful to such an exquisite little lady such as yourself. Since this lowly one lacks the intelligence that you hoard for your gracious self, I wonder if providing it to you will allow my unspeakable act of disgust to be forgivable or allow my lowly life to be spared?”
Hearing the man actually say he has some information that might be useful to her, she actually momentarily forgot about their positions and asked for the information.
“What information?”
“It appears as though we are tightly fastened with rope and incapacitated.”
“Also I found that we may be trapped inside of a metal cage!”
As the man excitedly recited the information he wholeheartedly believed to have been extremely unfathomable and unequivocally useful to the maiden before him, the woman began to slowly grind her teeth as though she were a beast slowly sharpening her razor blades in her mouth to prepare to devour this idiotic disgusting pig before her into meat paste but the words would not come out as black lines formed on her forehead and her irritation reached the highest it could ever be capable of. She slowly began to stutter her words.
“Y-yo..y-y-ou! You! You! YOU!”
“ARE YOU A COMPLETE IMBECILE? IS YOUR HEAD FILLED DIRT, BUT EVEN DIRT CAN GROW SOMETHING. YOU FUCKER! YOU SON OF- YOU YOU YOU! UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She exploded like a volcano and the man slowly smirked as he rolled off of her body, removing his head from her bosom he slowly rolled over top of her mountains as if to enjoy the departure and careened into the side of the metal bar before falling asleep to the melody of madness he created in this young maiden he just took advantage of.