Chapter 797: Eleven (1/2)
”What is it? You better make it good or you'll be eating your teeth next.” the leader looked at me in annoyance.
”You're fucked.” I whispered.
”NOOOOOOOOO!”
”AHHHHHHHHHH!”
Sounds of despair resounded in the dilapidated halls.
”BANG!” Small Dicky beside me also crumbled to the ground like an electrocuted eel.
And after a while, almost everyone had the same words to say.
”IT'S SO BIG!”
”TAKE IT OUT!”
”PLEASE!”
”NOT IN THE ASS!”
”AHHHHHHHHHH!”
”HMMMMMMMM!”
Then everything turned silent. All that was left were the muffled moaning of 19 boys who struggled hard to take a breath amidst an alien tool that was lodged tightly in their throats.
”HAHAHA! Enjoy this party well, boys! It will be your last one before you say hi to the Devil for me.” I mocked at the gang who were displayed in several sexual positions.
Each one was entertaining two shadowy figures of big hulking men who easily stood 10 feet tall and were simultaneously fucking them in their mouths and asses.
The noises kept on going but i was oblivious to it all. I now stood before the girl who lived. Her short skirt was pulled up and i could see the innocent white underwear she wore.
”A girl in a woman's body. Hmmm. A bit too young to harvest. HAHAHA!” she was now knocked out cold because i didn't want her to see the gory scene that was happening.
”Now then. Time to enjoy the show.” I turned around to properly relish my long awaited revenge.
5 minutes
10
20
30 minutes quickly passed and i suddenly felt empty.
The joy i initially had was as fleeting as the easily scattered clouds in the windy sky.
”Guess I'm not that sadistic after all. Hmmm.” I concluded and afterwards took a deep sigh. I carried the girl up after I put an unsullied jacket on her from one of the minions' possession.
Then i left and never looked back.
”Estimated time of survival: 6 days, 11 hours, 27 minutes, 3 seconds…” a voice who imitated accurately my own resounded in my head.
”Death by fucking. A worthy end for animals. HAHAHA!” I laughed and went out of the university with no one noticing my departure.
”Where to, Sir?” a mechanical voice queried.
”Karlens Street No. 88.” I gave the direction and after only 10 minutes I had completely returned the sleeping damsel to her parents and was now inside once more to my good carriage.
The poor family reminded me of my own and thus, I adequately rendered them more assistance than what was necessary.
Though it gave me nothing in return but somehow I felt good inside. It's great to do decent things for a change, I concluded. HAHAHA!
”Where to, Sir?” a mechanical voice queried.
”Pamela Street No. 69.” I answered. Time to go home and greet my family with riches and honors. HAHAHA!