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Slave TradingSlave Trading by smurfboy21
“The most we can give you is a quarter million.”
“Thirty million is the least I will take. I am giving you my whole family.”
“Fine. Thirty million.”
I stand to shake hands and accept the fact that I have just sold 2675 souls for thirty million dollars. The guilt builds at the back of my throat and it’s becoming hard to swallow. A slick suitcase is brought into the room and thrust into my hands. After leaving and being alone, I vomit until my lips are coated with blood. I enter my house, wash my face, serve myself a scotch, and place the suitcase in front of me. After taking a swig, and contemplating what thirty million will look like, I throw open the suitcase and much to my alarm the suitcase has a few stacks staring at me. I jump up from my seat and search the contents of the suitcase. Hoping to find the rest of the money hidden in a compartment. Finally I find a piece of paper.
Dead HuntersDead Hunters by smurfboy21
"I have to warn you, humans are far more resilient than you might think."
“He’s going to break. Everyone breaks.” The words leave my mouth and my men nod in agreement, but I don’t believe it anymore than they do. He isn’t human. This man is a monster, more of a beast than I could ever be. I walk back to his cell and I can hear his laughter. Without wanting to I am at his cage growling as loudly as possible, snarling uncontrollably, desiring his flesh, smelling the ripe blood pulsing within him. He shuts up and sits down on the bed across the room. He begins to speak.
“You know. I thought this cage was to keep me locked in here, but know I see it’s to keep you out there. Didn’t know wolves were that weak. I guess I should know. I have heard this story about eskimo’s hunting wolves in the winter. Have you heard about it? Maybe you know someone who has died this way. I think it’s r
A Haunting BrotherA Haunting Brother by smurfboy21
“Get up you scared little bitch.” My anger fueling me and driving me to kick him while he scrambles to get up. Finally, it overpowers me and I kick him in the chest; sending him back to the floor. “Come on. Get up.” I know he will get up again. To think my own fucking brother would have called the cops on my mother.
He says,“I am not sorry,” blood dripping out of his mouth while he holds his hand out. He says,“Let me get up so I can beat the hell out of you.” Then he laughs and my blood boils, but I let him get up.
He gets to his feet, dusts off his clothes, pops his neck, and I swing to punch him, but he kicks my hamstrings. Immediately, my balance is gone and while I fall he dives toward my chest. Finally, my back hits the ground and his blood is dripping all over my face. I punch as much as possible, but he grabs my arms with one hand and begins to hammerfist my face with his other hand
Finding a job is hell, even in hell.Finding a job is hell, even in hell. by smurfboy21
“Why do you think you deserve this job?”
I hear the question and my brain delays. I should have had my cup of coffee this morning.
“Son, why do you think you deserve this job?”
I begin to talk to myself. Oh right. I need to prove my usefulness and my interest to this old guy, but really I just want to go back to sleep. I am exhausted from having to burn holes into my flesh all night. What can I say? It’s the sentence for my penitence.
Did he just say next? I think I just ruined my interview. Hold on. I can save this. “Sir, wait! I am sorry about that I was up all night because of my penitence and I really deserve this job. I was a torturer for 9 years in the fourth circle, so I am sure I can handle a few tortures up here in the first circle.”
He smiles at me. It’s a disgusting smile. I want to surrender, throw in the towel, hoist the white flag, and get the hell out of doge.
Finally, he cuts off my stream of c