System Overworld: The Analog Interface

Chapter 11: Crude

The air was stained with the stench of animal waste. Our slave master didn't really have an area to put us, so we'd have to stay in barn with all the other livestock. The area became cramp and hot with all of us so close together and pests were ever present, it made it hard to have dinner.

The work had gotten much harder, this was the first time in two years that so many slaves had died. It was really sad, even though the work had indeed gotten harder, the reason our numbers began dwindling was because the sons of our slave master had began killing us of as a means of fun.

In this one week at least seventeen slaves were killed by our slave master's youngest son Joshua. Joshua would often take the older slaves and release them in the sugar cane fields and then hunt them down. He would sometimes make the younger slaves have sex with him or just pleasure him.

"Alright everyone to work!" A voice shouted.

It was Joshua he was sending us out to work, we had to work in the corn fields today.

WHOOOP

"Stop being so pathetic!" Joshua shouted as he whipped me.

The sun was hot and the hours were long, it felt impossible, I had gotten whipped for not being able to reach the the corn that were to high up. I couldn't let myself cry, else Joshua would whip me even more, so I just smiled, sure it annoyed him, but eventually he would stop.

"Ugh you sicken me!" He groaned as he walked away.

Another slave came staggering towards us, he was probably twenty-two years old. He was trembling vigorously and sweating profusely, he kept his eyes tightly shut whilst breathing sharply and quickly.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Joshua questioned.

HUFF HUFF HUFF *COUGH*

His breathing got more intense, he then fell to his knees coughing up blood.

"Gross!" Joshua shouted as he staggered back.

Joshua reached for the gun on his holster and pointed it at the slave.

"I need help..." The slave wheezed with his eyes tightly shut, possibly in pain.

"Yeah well you're gonna have to bite the bullet you ugly fuck!" Joshua threatened as he released the safety.

Just as Joshua was about to pull the trigger, the slave stood up shakily and opened his eyes fiercely. Joshua staggered back in horror almost falling over. The slave's iris were orange and the sclera black, his breathing began to stabilize itself.

"Chimera..." Joshua murmured with a face immersed in horror.

"CHIMERA!" he shouted as he emptied the bullets from his gun.

The bullets proved useless as the virus allowed him to regenerate his injuries.

"I'm tired of you slave traders!" The slave shouted.

He jumped onto Joshua and proceeded to devour him. His teeth sank into Joshua as he ripped huge hunks of flesh from Joshua's body. Joshua released horrifying screams of pain that could be heard for miles and miles away.

"HELP ME!" he shouted at me.

"HELP ME YOU SLIME!" he shouted again.

I wanted to help, I wanted to do something but I couldn't. I was completely consumed in fear, so much fear that I couldn't move inch. This was the first time I had ever seen an infected person. Even more than that, a part of me thought that this was right, that he deserved it.

A loud gunshot echoed across the field. The slave got up, blood ran down from his mouth, dropping of his chin. He then ran into the field, making his escape.

"Joshua!" A voice shouted.

It was the slave master and his other son Jessie.

"What happened here?" Jessie questioned.

His father, the slave master was on his knees crying, with his hand dipped into his son's remains.

"What did this..?" The slave master questioned.

"..." I remained silent.

"WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!" he shouted.

"C-C-Chimera!" I coughed out as brought my hands forward in defense.

His face became red with rage, he then grabbed me by my neck firmly and lifted me of the ground as he stood up.

"P-Please...let...go," I begged as my legs kicked towards the ground that I couldn't reach.

"Gather all those disgusting things in front the house!" He ordered Jessie.

"And tie this one in the front porch!"

He then slammed ferociously to the scorching soil, causing me to pass out.

I had finally awaken. My hands were bounded by chain, which left me suspended from the porch ceiling. Before me was a massive bonfire and fueling that fire, was the bodies of slaves, all burning alive. Their screams were horrendous, it echoed throughout the area, as the flames blazed brilliantly with the evening sun.

I was slugged across my face with a strip of wood. It was the slave master, he was drunk. There were other slaves being thrown into the fire, by Jessie.

"You... You watched my son die and did nothing!" He roared at me.

Tears then left my eyes after he struck me again, this time twice as hard.

"WHY?!"
"DIDN'T?!"
"YOU?!"
"DO?!"
"ANYTHING?!" he shouted, as he struck me each time per word, each time harder than the last.

I smiled in his direction, as tears left my eyes. He then punched me across my face, over and over. Through it all I kept smiling.

"WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE TAKEN HIS PLACE?!" he roared again.

"..." I kept forcing a smile, though I wanted to cry.

He kept hitting me over and over, the chain tugged and rattled as my body swayed and rocked with each successful blow.

He then stopped and looked at me long and hard, almost examining me. At this point I was a bloody mess, almost unrecognizable.

He then grabbed my clothing and tore it off me. He examined me once more.

He walked over and came behind me, loosening the chain from the ceiling. I then heard him unzipping his trousers, he then set me down as he gathered all my hair in one hand. He ran his hand down my small body, it was an uncomfortable feeling, a feeling I strongly disagreed with. Then with a building pain, he entered me, thrusting himself in and out of me. The pain was unbearable, he tugged my hair harshly whilst forcing my body down, causing an immeasurable amount of pain. His movements increased in speed and force as he gripped my body ever so tightly.

He groaned in satisfaction as I screamed out in pain. His speed had increased greatly with a large amount of force as his fingers dug into my tender skin, he then slowed down giving great ease on his movements. He had climaxed . I couldn't hold a smile anymore, I hated this, I hated the pain, I hated him. His son was almost done with killing all the slaves.

The roof of the porch came down upon us. It was the Chimera who brought it down.

"You!" The slave master shouted.

The Chimera reached out to the slave master, throwing him into the fire with tremendous force, a force that caused the gigantic flame to be subdued.

"A perfect Chimera, a Chimera that can control it's infection," Jessie murmured as he stood still in fear.

The Chimera's arm had grown huge into the form of an iron blade. He ran towards Jessie slicing him to pieces, pieces he had started eating.

With staggering foot steps I left the house, I then began running, running without looking back, my fellow slaves had died, I was raped and a perfect Chimera saved my life or just continued with his revenge, but through it all, I ran.