113 Dead Meat POV (2/2)

He is going to toss me through! He is! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!

”Miss Oxford. You have lived your entire life in perfect comfort thanks to the wealth and power your father has accumulated. Sadly, he has not taught you the humility and decency of being a person. That is his mistake. I will do in his stead since I am actually your godfather, just not in a religious sense. This will be a lesson for you, and when you learn, you will be given a second chance to serve me.”

Maximilien speaks up and throws me through the rift, causing it to ripple at my passing. My eyes widen in shock and fear as I fall several meters onto the ground from above as the rift is not on the ground level.

He is my godfather!?

I hastily pull myself off the ground just before his voice speaks behind me.

”But do not worry, Miss Oxford. I will always keep my promise. Please don't act on any of your suicidal thought now. I suppose that you will out of desperation and hopelessness, and you will find that you won't be able to die.”

I snap around and frantically look at the surrounding, not finding him anywhere.

The rift also vanishes just after Maximilien did himself, trapping me in this place, wherever this place is. I keep staring at the empty space before feeling something cold and sticky crawling up my arms.

My hand jerks violently in response, trying to throw off the silvery slime, but it refuses to.

Instead, the metallic creature sends out a dozen tendrils, which wrap themselves around my face and neck before forcing my mouth open.

I scream out in utter horror as the creature slimes over my arm and then crawls into my mouth without pause. I try to get it out frantically, but only manage to hurt myself.

My screams are muffled when I feel the cold and sticky blob filling my mouth and then rolling down my throat, causing me to gag. The rest of the tendrils join it in my mouth and throat.

The creature forces me to swallow.

But I never swallow!

Never! Never!

However, it leaves me no choice and pools itself in my stomach soon after.

”No! No! Get out! Get out!”

I shout and try to vomit out the slime, but it is already too late.

My stomach growls disturbingly before I feel a very sharp pain in my abdomen. Once the pain is gone, my stomach expands slowly and painfully, growing in size.

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Oh God! Please don't! Please don't!

I don't want to give birth to a monster! I don't! I don't!

And for once, God listens.

The swelling of my stomach stops just before I go into labor without anyone in sight. It finally reverses, and my stomach contracts and then returns to its normal size.

I check my stomach and abdomen repeatedly to see that is the case. It is flat and perfect again despite the profuse sweats. However, the impending horrors constantly bring tears to my eyes.

And once I manage to clear the tears from my eyes and brushed the dirt off my clothes, I take a closer look around the area and cover my nose.

The stench is overwhelming. There is absolutely no fresh air, whatsoever. It is like the plants all have died or something.

The rotting corpses scatter all over the street is horrifying. If I look closer, it appears those corpses are all incredibly malnourished, evidenced by the bony appearance. Their skin is literally hanging off their skeletal frame.

How could so many people have died of hunger!?

It is not the only that is strange thing. Dried leaves and branches showers everything and everywhere, and not a single sound of animals could be heard. The wind also stops.

It is dead silent, eerily dreadful.

A thumping sound of roaring engine frightens me. Screams and shouts accompanies that engine. They are coming from around the block, out of view.

And out of fear, I hide behind a supporting column of the nearby rundown building. The broken glasses crack under my steps.

Moments later, a huge vehicle enters the view. Barb wires cover the vehicle along with human remains and bones. I gasp and cover my mouth as the car stops close by. My heart thumps madly.

People bandaged in dark and dirty clothing, covering most of their face and features, exit the vehicle and spread out. They check the corpses nearby individually before shaking their head.

”There is no meat on them.”

They are cannibals! Oh my god! They are cannibal!

The people soon get back into the vehicle and drive onwards, passing my spot. I try to stay hidden as best I could, but when the vehicle comes to a skidding stop, I run and run.

The people shout as they all jump out of the vehicle to give chase while chanting fanatically. They are very, very fast, driven on by overwhelming hunger. They will catch up to me soon.

They will! Oh my god! Help! Someone! Help!

”Meat! Meat! Meat! Meat!”