Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 477 The Disgusting Blob of Flesh

Deeper into the Wearhouse, Lenny, Moses, and Victor followed along without complaining.

The expanse of wall only got bigger and creepier the further they got in.

It was also much quieter. Evidently, the deeper they got, the longer the people on the wall hung.

While many of them were at the point of death, most had already died.

Lenny looked at the people on the walls and could easily tell how excruciating their pain was.

At first, the pain from their skin carrying the weight of their whole body would bring them endless suffering.

After a while, the mind, in an attempt to alleviate its suffering, would flood them with memories of good times, or for some others, it would start to convince them that the sewn skin to the walls was a good thing and that it had always been so.

At the same time, their blood and other bodily fluids will slowly escape their bodies from the thousands of needle holes that have been punctured in them.

As if that were not enough, there was still the unavoidable infection from the needle that would have blessed them with Tetanus. An infection caused by bacteria is usually found on rusted, sharp surfaces.

This bacteria would produce toxins that would cause the victims to have painful muscle contractions.

Naturally, this untreated disease would get worse, making the victim's neck and jaw muscles lock in place, making it even harder for them to groan in pain.

It was one of the reasons that the Groans were louder in the beginning of this torture house but got quieter the deeper one went.

There were also a million other factors at play to facilitate death. Some of them were dehydration and hunger.

The organs would slowly shut down as the victims slowly lost feeling in different parts of their bodies.

This would continue until the person was forcefully plunged into a coma as a result of trying to conserve energy.

This was also due to the undeniable fact that parasites such as the abominable tapeworm, which always had a way of finding themselves sticking to the human stomach, would continually secrete enzymes that would torture the person for their hunger for food.

And after a while of not getting it, the stomach juices and the tapeworms would enter a continuous battle for who would digest the other first, therefore wounding the walls of the stomach to further cause the victims pain that would make them undeniable wish for the sweet relief of death.

At first, Lenny thought of their deaths as a fun, innovative way to die, however, after hearing about their so-called crimes, he was starting to feel like they had a different agenda.

This was an instinctive thought that Lenny, as an assassin, had always trusted, forming experiences that had strengthened the instinctive process even more.

As expected, the deeper they went, the more the victims looked swollen. Even though they were not fed. They swelled as a result of terrible chemical reactions in the body.

The worst part of this process was that the humans were placed side by side like sardines in a can. Therefore, an infection from one could easily be transferred to another.

And in this manner, a marriage of different diseases breeding one another was spread across, rotting flesh and causing the ever prayer of death's swift relief.

Lenny shook his head at this.

He did not know each and everyone's crime, but from what he had heard, this chief Martin was a petty person, and although he was one himself, even he had his limits.

Lenny frowned, already declaring judgment in his mind.

Moses saw Lenny's expression change, and he could feel that something dangerous was about to happen.

He leaned into Victor, "Young master, please, no matter what happens, stay closely by my side." Victor was a bit more ignorant of the current atmosphere, but he still nodded at Moses words.

After all, Moses had always helped and guided him. Victor was not so dumb.

He knew that if Moses was saying this now, then something was definitely about to happen.

In this creepy place, that could be anything.

He decided to stay even closer.

Finally, they got to what Lenny could only assume, because of its elevated structure, was a throne room.

Even before his arrival, he and the others could hear moans and groans.

These moans and groans were of the sexual kind.

At the 'throne room' was a sight that made Lenny raise a brow.

There was a big, blobby-looking man humping an old woman who had been sown to the wall in such a manner that allowed her posterior to be angled out towards him.

She was as skinny as any of the starving fellows Lenny had seen on Black Street.

However, that was not all. There was more.

There were five other females on his right side and five males all in the same position on his left.

Although this grotesque creature of a man that looked like layers of fat about to melt on each other at the nearest introduction of heat humped the one in the middle, his fingers were spread out in left and right directions, and all of them were abnormally extended several feet long.

And all the fingers were inserted into the anus or virgina of those that were sewn to the wall, regardless of distance.

Lenny raised a brow at this. "Tentacle hentai?" he spoke out loud. However, he shook his head. After all, he could clearly hear the excruciating pain mixed in the moans.

The holes he penetrated had leaking blood, other fluid, and meat chunks dropping from them. Evidently carved out from the insides of these people.

"Those fuckers who like tentacle porn would be really surprised to know it ain't so much fun!" Lenny thought to himself.

"Chief Martin," the old woman leading them, called out. "You have guests," her voice as eerie as the very room. "They are here to worship you with an offering."