Chapter
3 – Perversion’s Reward
The last hideout of the degenerate
that I worked for is in the poor district of the city where I lived. Cops and
people who aren’t poor don’t visit here, unless it's to pass by or go to the
hideout I’m going to. It’s a run-down area that is only slowly getting better,
thanks to the Dominion running the criminals and superhuman villains out of the
city, but the few syndicates and secretive criminal, human, and drug
trafficking groups still exist in secret and small groups. The last hideout is
under a bridge through a door that leads to the sewers. I walk through the damp
and barely lit halls until I come to a pink and purple door.
Through the door, I walk down a set
of stairs and begin to hear the pulse-pounding music of the hideout’s club. I
think I hear the sounds of footsteps in the noise; however, by the time I recognize
that the sound of footsteps is coming from behind me, I’m hit upside the head
so hard that my head goes through the wall. My body feels unresponsive as I try
to force it to get up, and yet, I can only twitch. I’m pulled to the floor with
about two men and three women standing above me, all of whom are superhuman and
have their bodies augmented for maximum pleasure.
“It looks like she’s still alive,”
one of them says.
“She’d better be. I like my meal,
while it’s still warm.”
“We could use her body to research
to repair the damage she’s done.”
“Yes, but first, we’ll have our
fill of her.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
The five superhumans grab me and
take me into the club. As they carry me, some of the people in the club watch
me be taken into the backrooms. Among the crowd, I see the faces of the people
I foolishly spared. Of course, they’d value their addictions and personal
happiness, even at the cost of themselves and others, and come running to the
dealers of their pleasures. If I were in their situation, I’d do the same
thing, and hate them all the more because of it. My assailants have their way
with me in a private room where others suffer the same fate, willingly or unwillingly.
How did I enjoy this treatment from
others to begin with? I’d try to struggle if I didn’t know that struggling prey
is what turns on these kinds of scum. I feel disgusted by myself and wish that
the torture that I’m being put through would kill me, as they have accidentally
or intentionally done with others in this situation. Why did I think I deserved
to live any longer? Why did I think I could accomplish my goal, or should’ve
died any other way?
The sound and vibrations of an
explosion rock the room and stop my assailants from violating me further.
Someone comes in to ask for their help because the heroes of the Dominion are
here. Dropping me immediately, I twitch and start to move as my body’s healing
kicks in. In the room, I see one of the chemicals that heals me, and yet, I don’t
want to use it and just die where I am, but at the same time, I want to live. I
go back and forth in my decision until I unintentionally grab the chemicals and
use them on myself.
Back to my full strength, I start
blindly killing everyone in the club, no matter how innocent they may seem, and
especially go after the people who are running away. No one is allowed to survive.
I won’t allow the evil disease in this club to infect anywhere else, so after
painting every inch of this club in blood, including the backrooms and hidden
exits, I fall to my knees, throw up, look at my hands, and start stabbing my
chest. Damn this healing power in my body! Why won’t it let me die?! I then
start stabbing my head and throat to no avail, but that doesn’t stop me from
continuing to stab myself. A hand suddenly comes out of nowhere and grabs my
hands.
Looking up, I see a woman with
white hair, grey eyes, and grey skin, who is wearing a black shirt, skirt, and
boots. Behind her are two other men, one hooded in green, and the other,
clothed in red and black, who are searching the rest of the club for survivors
and putting them down with flames.
“Let go of me!” I scream as I struggle
to get out of her grasp. “Let me die! I deserve it just as much as these other
pieces of shit!”
“Hold on, hold on! Stop it! Why are
you trying to kill yourself?” she says.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?! I’m
just like these degenerate scum. I used to work for them, until I finally woke
up when they changed my body into this. I’ve been slaughtering them all day,
and now…now it’s my turn to die.”
“I know how you feel. I used to
work in the same perverted industry as you did. My name is Tanith. What’s yours?”
“…Briar. You’re with the Dominion,
aren’t you? Why won’t you kill me?”
“I saw you killing the degenerates
here, so you’re not like them. We’ve also been hearing about a woman made of
steel or glass destroying places like this across the city. I’m assuming it was
you.”
“Yes, it was. So what?”
“So, you can join the Dominion as I
did, and make up for the life you lived.”
“But…but I’ve been responsible for
so much death and destruction. I even had a hand in killing my own husband and
child! I don’t deserve to be remembered as a wife and mother! I don’t even
deserve to live another second!”
“I violated my parents for an audience
and trafficked many innocent people. I’m just as horrible as you are, if not
worse, but God is merciful. Us being alive is proof of that.”
“I don’t even know what I believe
in anymore.”
“We’ll help you, Briar. Trust me.”
Tanith helps me up and offers me
her hand. I don’t want to live, but I also know that it would be wrong for me
to just kill myself. Suicide would be giving in to my impulses again, so I
refuse my desires for the first time in a while and take Tanith’s hand. She and
her friends led me out of the club, back to the surface, and to the nearest
Dominion hero association office. There, the Dominion gives me time to rest in
a room before telling me what they want me to do and asking if I truly want to
join them. Looking over at Tanith, who sponsored me, she gives me a smile and a
nod, so I say that I understand and accept the job. My husband and child
thought I was a hero for all the work I did to keep the family alive. I didn’t
think I was before, but now, I have the chance to be an actual hero for others.
The End
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