𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 [M.Kaiser x reader]

• Chapter 42 •

"From this angle, you look more and more like her."
-Hildegard Reichert

*(Warning: Mentions of physical abuse, un-natural breeding, sexual trafficking, etc.)*
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The world beneath the Cologne Cathedral was a grotesque mockery of elegance. Y/n climbed out of the ladder's passage and stood on the marble floor, frozen in disbelief as her eyes adjusted to the scene before her.

The underground complex was sprawling, its architecture as lavish as it was horrifying. Ornate chandeliers hung from the high vaulted ceiling, casting a soft golden glow over the place.

Intricate marble columns divided the space into sections, each one housing its own horrors.

People who looked like the elite of society wandered between the columns, their designer clothing and polished appearances at odds with the depravity around them.

Y/n stepped forward hesitantly, her feet clicking softly against the polished floor. Her stomach churned as she scanned the scene.

To her left, a group of people sat in plush chairs sipping from crystal glasses as they watched children paraded before them.

The boys and girls were dressed in seductive outfits that no child should ever wear. Y/n felt bile rise in her throat as numbers were shouted over the din, accompanied by the sound of hands slapping together in deals made without hesitation.

"Lot 43!" a man called out, his voice booming. "I'll start the bid at fifty thousand euros!"

"Sixty!" another voice barked, and the room erupted into a twisted frenzy of competition.

Y/n clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. She forced herself to move on, desperate to stop the trembling in her legs.

To her right was another spectacle, one that made her knees nearly buckle. People crowded around cribs containing babies, murmuring to one another as they wrote down notes on index cards.

She crept closer, her curiosity overtaking her dread. She peeked at one of the cards left on the edge of a table.

Child desired. Age 6 to 10, pale skin, blue eyes. Specify training method upon purchase.

Her hands shook as she flipped to another card.

Age 16 to 18, olive skin, brown eyes. Full compliance required.

Y/n's stomach twisted violently. A lady nearby smirked, licking her lips as she handed over her card to one of the attendants. "I like them defiant at first. Breaks them in better," she chuckled, a vile gleam in thoes eyes.

She's just like.....Hildegard

She turned away, unable to stomach more. Her eyes darted to a passing tray of brochures, handed out by women in tailored suits with practiced smiles plastered across their faces. One of them approached Y/n and handed her a glossy pamphlet.