V2C1 Part4

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Horror in the Basement

Ada Taylor’s father, Charles Taylor, served as Allingham’s subordinate and had been a dedicated accountant for him for more than a decade.

Charles was an ordinary father to his family, he loved his wife and daughters.

However, he was not exactly a saint. He has been involved selling the demons for money and has overlooked violence committed within the premises.

He couldn’t choose another job if he wanted to support his family. Furthermore, the demons lost the war. The loser is destined to be enslaved by the victor. This is war.

Still, Charles had a modest conscience for others. And that wasn’t a very good thing being an Allingham employee. Ironically, because of that awareness, Charles would have a horrific end.

It was a full moon night where the flow of fate suddenly began to die.

That day, Charles kept the accounting records in the office until late. When his work was finally finished, the hand on the clock had passed the date.

[Goodness. I stayed up again… if I don’t take a rest now, tomorrow will be very hard day]

He got up from the chair, raised his arms and stretched. He looked out the window. Thanks to the bright moon, he could see the outline of the facility building even at midnight. Then, he found something strange. A man holding a lamp was walking rapidly through the pass between the fields. That elegant suit lit by the moonlight was familiar.

(Allingham-san?)

Allingham disappeared beyond the gate of the third camp. The third camp is a building used to classify demons. There is unlikely to be a reason to come and go at this time. He tilted his head strangely, but didn’t think so deeply about it.

But after that, every time he worked overtime, he began to find the light from the lamp behind the window. At first he wondered if that was why, but after a few days he became increasingly suspicious. He’s also curious about what’s he’s doing.

One night when the full moon returned, Charles finally decided to follow Allingham.

After confirming that Allingham had disappeared behind the gate, he went to the third camp. The door was not locked. He opened it carefully without pressing, and managed to enter. The light from the Allingham lamp could be seen at the back of the hall. Beyond are the stairs that lead to the basement. Charles followed him while holding his breath.

I felt a kind of chills. What does Allingham do by coming here every day? It was said that the basement will be left unopened for use as a warehouse in the future.

(Should I go back? But… ..)

If he had returned at this time, Charles probably would have had a different fate. At least he wouldn’t have died that way. But, he kept moving forward.

Was it curiosity that prompted Charles, or was it a feeling that something was wrong? Either way, he thought it’s too late to go back anymore.

He gently descended the stone stairs and descended to the basement. He immediately realized that the door at the end of the hall was open. A strange sound like that of an animal leaked out. Charles walked to the door as his heart began to beat rapidly.

Unbelievably, the interior of the room, unlike the other rooms in this camp, was decorated with luxurious furniture. Red carpet, sofas and bedding that are probably from abroad. It gave the impression of a brothel.

But Charles’s shortness of breath and tension were not due to the tacky interior. It was because several girls were lying naked in bed, on the sofa, and on the floor. They are all chained and tied by the bed. Allingham used violence cheerfully as he walked among those girls.

Even Charles, who was used to seeing the punishment of slaves, couldn’t help but be shocked. Allingham seems to feel sexual arousal while hurting the girls. Charles thought he was used to seeing scenes of humans mistreating demon slaves. However, he felt nauseous at the sight in front of him. He know his also not decent man at this point, but he couldn’t control the chills at remembering his own daughters. But, he couldn’t move his feet due to fear from that cruel sight.

(If I go out will I be able to face Allingham alone?)

No, compared to himself, Allingham has a weapon to attack. Charles, who was the secretary, was unfortunately in poor health, and has never resorted to violence since he was born. Charles stood at that scene, being swallowed up by the slight sense of justice, the sympathy for girls who overlapped with their daughters, and the fear of it all.

While Charles was upset, Allingham would step on the girls’ heads and remove their nails. Some had their arms bent in strange directions, others bleeding all over their bodies, and others had broken wine bottles between their legs.

Charles took a deep breath with wide eyes.

(T-They are dead… ..)

The worst part was that Allingham kept doing his thing in such a situation. Don’t tell me… .. Allingham stripped off his clothes as if confirming his concern.

[I think you already know, if I bite it you will die on the spot. If you don’t want to end up like the girls from yesterday, so be obedient]

Intense sound leaked from a girl’s clogged throat. Maybe it hit the bottom of her throat, the girl kept saying she couldn’t take it. But not caring about that, Allingham carelessly held the girl’s head with both hands and began to move at a brutal and ruthless pace.

[Haa, that feels good… ..it’s narrow and tight, it’s the best. Ahh, it’s nice to see you with tears and a runny nose… ..]

Allingham played with that young girls body. All the while deliberately showing that sight to the others who had terrified faces.

[Ahh, take a closer look. Make sure you learn it correctly, because you will be next… ..!]

Uhh, moaning a little, Allingham shook his body.

[Haa… Haa… I really would like to do this during the day, but it will be a trust issue if customers find out that I’m having fun with merchandise. Fufufu… ..well, then who’s next—–]

Allingham pulled his thing off the girl and reached out to the crying girl beside him. Unlike the previous one, this girl looks like she was 5 or 6 years old.

[Fufu, it will hurt at first because because it’s too tight, but the pain gradually becomes more and more addictive. Here we go]

Allingham spread the girl’s legs. The girl didn’t understand what was happening, she just looked at Allingham with scared eyes. Allingham caressed the girl’s cheeks with his fingertips and smiled creepily.

Not wanting to know what happen next, Charles covered his ears and closed his eyes. Even so, a loud scream rang out that couldn’t be hidden. Sadly, Charles was simply shaking and could only keep muttering apologies in his heart.

***

Allingham continued to assault the girls until dawn. The girls were trampled, ripped apart, until they could no longer move.

[I got carried away again. I’m tired. I’ll take care of the corpses tomorrow night]

Charles hastily hid behind the door. After Allingham left, he ran over to the abandoned girls, desperately checking to see if there were any still breathing.

(Two are alive!)

Charles carried the two survivors and ran to the town doctor. The doctor seemed confused that I was bringing demons to him, but still reluctantly agreed. While waiting for the doctor’s attention, Charles remembered his daughters when they were young, and he became terribly depressed. Those girls must also have parents. He couldn’t think of anything else considering the feelings of a father.

(What Allingham was doing is out of the ordinary… ..)

Despite the violence used against slaves, Allingham was hurting girls to satisfy his sexual desire. Most of the time, Allingham himself must have known that this was wrong, so he did it secretly. Allingham is a man in charge of running a slave camp. What would Director Da Costa, a slave trade broker, think if he knew that girls are treated cruelly for his own pleasure?

The doctor was taking care of the girls seriously during that time, but their expressions were getting worse and worse.

[Both girls are very injured that their internal organs are in bad shape. The wounds could be closed with healing magic, but the weakness is severe. The rest will depend on them]

[Can’t you do something!? Please save them]

Charles’s request was useless, and an hour later, one of the girls died. She suffered to the end, with seizures, harsh breathing, and died.

At least the other one can. When he thought about it, an alarm suddenly sounded.

(That’s the camp siren… ..!)

He raised his head and looked out the window. He saw several lights on in the camp. At this moment, he remembered that he was in such a hurry that he had left the door to the third camp open. After seeing the change in Charles’s expression, the doctor also seemed to notice.

[Please leave]

The doctor wrapped the dead girl’s body in a blanket and gave it to Charles. It seems like it would be a problem for you to stay here. What the doctor said was reasonable, but the other girl in the emergency bed was still breathing.

[Please! She is still alive, keep her hidden, I beg you!]

[Fine. I’ll take care of her until she dies. Just remember she will die in a matter of time]

[Thank you!]

As he left the clinic, Charles ran holding the dead girl. What he was looking for was his own home, which he had never returned to except on vacation. He couldn’t stay here anymore.

He banged violently on the door, waking his wife, and it seems she noticed the problem immediately. He told his two daughters not to leave the room and offered Charles a drink. When Charles finally calmed down, he spoke to his wife about Allingham’s sins. His wife started crying in the middle of the conversation. Girls younger than their daughters have been brutally murdered. That is the work of a devil not a hunan. They both had the same feelings for Allingham. Surely this was the first time in their lives that they had such a dislike for someone.

[It really is unforgivable… ..]

[Yes darling. But now that you know, you can’t pretend not to]

[I would also be charged for being involved in human trafficking. Even so]

[We will be ready]

Being prompted by his wife, Charles began to prepared the horse. To report details to officials.

[I entrust you to our daughters]

[Be careful. We will be waiting for your return]

Saying goodbye, Charles left the house. Looking back, his daughters were looking at him worriedly from the room on the second floor. Smiling and waving their hand happily, Charles was prepared to leave. At that moment.

[Guah?]

Several men appeared out of the darkness and attacked him.

[You are…..!]

They all had familiar faces. Charles desperately resisted, but his limbs were tied in front of his wife and daughters, and he was gagged.

[Uhhh! Guh!]

[Damn pervert! You won’t get out of this by messing with the product! We will take you back]

He immediately realized that Allingham had passed the balme on him. Even if he tried to yell that they were wrong, the gag prevented him. Charles, of course, realized that the men had been bought by Allingham to avoid being overheard.

[Ahh, wait, wait. The order was to tie him with a rope to the horse and drag him]

[What? There’s a reasonable distance from here to the facility, you know.]

[Hahaha! For that very reason. He wanted him to be dragged along the ground until the bones were visible]

Terrible conversation could be heard. The men agreed, and they took Charles that way.

[Uhh… ..Kugghhh… ..!]

A careless sound rose, and the feeling of burning began to be felt. The clothes he was wearing were quickly shredded, and Charles was dragged across the ground at tremendous speed.

[Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!]

His back was on fire. The pebbles on the road were spread out everywhere. The ground played the role of grater, cutting meat and muscle. It was severe pain.

[Ohhhhhh… Wow]

The men did not slow the horses, even if the bones were sticking out of the skin. What awaited Charles when he arrived at the facility was an even worse hell.

Charles’s limbs were severed and shattered while he was alive by demons on Allingham’s orders, and he died. Charles’s body was packed in a wooden box and delivered to his family the next day.

『Only death awaits traitors』

That was written in Charles’s blood. And to top it off, the handwriting was his.

Well that was repulsing in more ways than one.