Screeeeeech. A heavy iron door dragged against the cobble stone floors as it was dragged open. The low whispering had almost immediately ceased as all the costumes shrunk back into their corners. They had a vague idea of what was coming and had absolutely no intention of finding the full truth out.
As multiple footsteps echoed against the cobblestone walls, a small child cried for its mother. A hand quickly covered his mouth shuddering with horror as a dozen eyes swung toward her. There were about 6 men, each dressed in long black cloaks and adorned with a mask made of a human skull. Skin and flesh had been roughly stitched together on top of the mask making it all the more horrifying, and the smell.. The smell was absolutely putrid. Mixed together with rotting flesh and the smell of the stinky humans who resided down in the lower levels of the manor, the smell was almost unbearable. The men clad in black however seemed used to it.
"Cell 7 step out." a harsh voice commanded as the group reached the center of the room. On each side of the slightly wide room were 4 cells each. They were numbered based on the number of bones nailed on top of the cell and the cells themselves were cold and barren of any furniture except a small amount of blankets which we were thinner than the clothes the captives donned.
As shuffling began inside the cell, a single man stepped forward unlocking the door which was designed much like a steel cage except the other three sides were solid walls.
The group slowly stepped out into the dim light forming an uneven line in front of the men.
"Hmm.." said the apparent leader as he stepped away from the group drawing out his voice mockingly.
As he passed by one of the younger girls, no older than 12, she shuddered and he turned to look at her. A smile crept onto his face under the mask as he began touching her.
"You're growing into quite a fine young lady." he said, caressing her face. His hands slowly moved from her face down into the garments she donned as he began touching her chest softly.
She couldn't move and only silently stood crying as his hand went past her chest and into her pants. Taking it out he licked his fingers before moving away toward the rest of the group.
Each cell consisted of 20 men and 20 women totaling 160 people at a time down in the dungeon. They were tightly packed into the cells, and each barely had enough room too claim some space for themselves.
As he continued he walked past the males eyeing the females and stopping occasionally to have a go at them. As he neared the end of the line he passed a lady who stooped down pretending to pick something up. The man however was unusually sharp and wasn't about to allow such tricks. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her up as she let out a shrill shriek.
"Well this is unexpected.." he said. The woman was pregnant and it was quite visible now. Any month now she would be giving birth. He was aware that the guards dressed like him had fun from time to time but they knew better than to get a captive pregnant.
Frowning, he turned toward his crew. "Which one of you was it?" he said as he stepped aside holding up the women's hair. No one said a word and the crease in the leader's forehead deepened. Then a thought struck him and he whirled around angrily. Glaring at the men he quietly whispered a threat.
"Tell me who it was or you're going to wish you did." he said, grinding his teeth. Everyone in the cell knew exactly who had done the dirty deed as there was not enough space to perform such a thing without the entire cell not knowing. Shame was basically non-existent down here in this hell.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS IT?" he yelled, kicking the woman to the floor. The children, already terrified, dropped to their knees as they had been instructed and the adults followed. They knew better than to remain standing when the man questioned them.
As the woman began sobbing he dragged her up to her feet and began ripping her clothes off.
"Please, Bron it was an accident" she pleaded. A quick rap to th head shut her up as he stripped her clothes off from head to toe.
"Accident huh?" he scoffed to himself as he ripped off the finally piece of clothing.
"Joey, c'mere." said Bron, his hands at his sides.
"Take her to the play room." said cruelly. The woman's sobs grew louder, as she began begging uncontrollably.
"PLEASE NO." she sobbed. "PLEASE BRON I'LL DO ANYTHING." she yelled. That's when Joey grabbed her arm and shoved a metal cuff around her neck. She turned away from Bron and began pleading with Joey.
"PLEASE JOEY SIR. I WON'T DO IT AGAIN. I PROMISE." she said as he fastened the metal cuff around her neck.
"Enough of that. Get moving." he said, yanking at the metal chain which extended from the neck cuff.
He dragged her body away as she sobbed and begged anyone. Her fingernails scratched at the cobble stone floor as she tried her best to delay her fate but to no avail.
As she was dragged off, Bron whirled toward the males.
"If I catch another person like that, you're going to wish you went to the play room," he said harshly.
"Back to your cells!" he said as he kicked at the nearest person, a child. The young boy fell to the floor and quickly scurried off toward the cells.
As the group ran away from the terrifying man, he suddenly snatched someone from behind, a young man aged around his early twenties.
"Chain him," he said simply as he strolled off. The other 4 black clad men approached the man and cuffed his wrists and legs together with a secure rope. Hoisting him up, they carried him away and outside. As they left, one stayed behind to close the doors of the cells and the room as a whole.
As the metal screeched back into place the man muttered something under his breath and moved away disappearing from view.
The girl who had been violated sobbed at the horrifying thought of Bron and the woman in the play room as the cells went dead silent from despair.
Screeeeeech. A heavy iron door dragged against the cobble stone floors as it was dragged open. The low whispering had almost immediately ceased as all the costumes shrunk back into their corners. They had a vague idea of what was coming and had absolutely no intention of finding the full truth out.
As multiple footsteps echoed against the cobblestone walls, a small child cried for its mother. A hand quickly covered his mouth shuddering with horror as a dozen eyes swung toward her. There were about 6 men, each dressed in long black cloaks and adorned with a mask made of a human skull. Skin and flesh had been roughly stitched together on top of the mask making it all the more horrifying, and the smell.. The smell was absolutely putrid. Mixed together with rotting flesh and the smell of the stinky humans who resided down in the lower levels of the manor, the smell was almost unbearable. The men clad in black however seemed used to it.
"Cell 7 step out." a harsh voice commanded as the group reached the center of the room. On each side of the slightly wide room were 4 cells each. They were numbered based on the number of bones nailed on top of the cell and the cells themselves were cold and barren of any furniture except a small amount of blankets which we were thinner than the clothes the captives donned.
As shuffling began inside the cell, a single man stepped forward unlocking the door which was designed much like a steel cage except the other three sides were solid walls.
The group slowly stepped out into the dim light forming an uneven line in front of the men.
"Hmm.." said the apparent leader as he stepped away from the group drawing out his voice mockingly.
As he passed by one of the younger girls, no older than 12, she shuddered and he turned to look at her. A smile crept onto his face under the mask as he began touching her.
"You're growing into quite a fine young lady." he said, caressing her face. His hands slowly moved from her face down into the garments she donned as he began touching her chest softly.
She couldn't move and only silently stood crying as his hand went past her chest and into her pants. Taking it out he licked his fingers before moving away toward the rest of the group.
Each cell consisted of 20 men and 20 women totaling 160 people at a time down in the dungeon. They were tightly packed into the cells, and each barely had enough room too claim some space for themselves.
As he continued he walked past the males eyeing the females and stopping occasionally to have a go at them. As he neared the end of the line he passed a lady who stooped down pretending to pick something up. The man however was unusually sharp and wasn't about to allow such tricks. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her up as she let out a shrill shriek.
"Well this is unexpected.." he said. The woman was pregnant and it was quite visible now. Any month now she would be giving birth. He was aware that the guards dressed like him had fun from time to time but they knew better than to get a captive pregnant.
Frowning, he turned toward his crew. "Which one of you was it?" he said as he stepped aside holding up the women's hair. No one said a word and the crease in the leader's forehead deepened. Then a thought struck him and he whirled around angrily. Glaring at the men he quietly whispered a threat.
"Tell me who it was or you're going to wish you did." he said, grinding his teeth. Everyone in the cell knew exactly who had done the dirty deed as there was not enough space to perform such a thing without the entire cell not knowing. Shame was basically non-existent down here in this hell.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS IT?" he yelled, kicking the woman to the floor. The children, already terrified, dropped to their knees as they had been instructed and the adults followed. They knew better than to remain standing when the man questioned them.
As the woman began sobbing he dragged her up to her feet and began ripping her clothes off.
"Please, Bron it was an accident" she pleaded. A quick rap to th head shut her up as he stripped her clothes off from head to toe.
"Accident huh?" he scoffed to himself as he ripped off the finally piece of clothing.
"Joey, c'mere." said Bron, his hands at his sides.
"Take her to the play room." said cruelly. The woman's sobs grew louder, as she began begging uncontrollably.
"PLEASE NO." she sobbed. "PLEASE BRON I'LL DO ANYTHING." she yelled. That's when Joey grabbed her arm and shoved a metal cuff around her neck. She turned away from Bron and began pleading with Joey.
"PLEASE JOEY SIR. I WON'T DO IT AGAIN. I PROMISE." she said as he fastened the metal cuff around her neck.
"Enough of that. Get moving." he said, yanking at the metal chain which extended from the neck cuff.
He dragged her body away as she sobbed and begged anyone. Her fingernails scratched at the cobble stone floor as she tried her best to delay her fate but to no avail.
As she was dragged off, Bron whirled toward the males.
"If I catch another person like that, you're going to wish you went to the play room," he said harshly.
"Back to your cells!" he said as he kicked at the nearest person, a child. The young boy fell to the floor and quickly scurried off toward the cells.
As the group ran away from the terrifying man, he suddenly snatched someone from behind, a young man aged around his early twenties.
"Chain him," he said simply as he strolled off. The other 4 black clad men approached the man and cuffed his wrists and legs together with a secure rope. Hoisting him up, they carried him away and outside. As they left, one stayed behind to close the doors of the cells and the room as a whole.
As the metal screeched back into place the man muttered something under his breath and moved away disappearing from view.
The girl who had been violated sobbed at the horrifying thought of Bron and the woman in the play room as the cells went dead silent from despair.