Chapter 149: That Man May Not Be A Doctor.....
Chapter 149: That Man May Not Be A Doctor…..
(Planet Calypso)
(Outer District- The Slums)
Even for a den of pirates, this area was a place that only those truly desperate would live in.
Only the poorest or most dangerous criminals would claim parts of this territory.
Even the infamous Blackguards dared not pass by during their routine inspections and who could blame them.
The smell of raw sewage filled the air as many residents simply shit and pissed on the sides of the badly paved roads.
Instead of proper houses, the residents of the slums lived in unsteady shacks that swayed gently if a harsh wind blew by.
The faces of the criminals here were battle hardened and no one even dared to bring a woman inside this zone unless they were whores or slaves.
In the heart of this district was an out of place wooden house that was neatly tucked away behind a gambling den.
Despite its appearance of relatively higher wealth, not a single criminal would dare have any greedy thoughts after what had happened to the poor souls who attempted to enter without permission.
Their badly mutilated corpses that were thrown out on to the sidewalk were a chilling warning.
At this moment, there was a procession walking down the street that drew the eyes of curious onlookers peering through shuttered windows.
“Oy, are we sure this is the place?”
“I don’t want to go inside and meet those two freaks!”
“Shut up and just leave the goods at the door.”
Two seedy looking men dressed in the official uniform of the slave market traders knocked twice against the wooden frame of the old cottage.
Knock! Knock!
A loud groan was heard from inside the humble home and the door slowly swung open to reveal a bottomless darkness.
“We are here to drop off the goods you ordered,” the braver of the two men shouted out as he hurriedly pulled the rope binding the numerous slave girls trailing behind them.
“Fresh…. meat……” a voice groaned slowly with a hint of excitement.
The girls’ faces turned white with fear as they had already heard the rumors and whispers about the two men who lived in this place.
One was a horrifying monster who would rip the flesh off the body of slaves and consume the meat while the victim was still alive.
The other was a disease-ridden teenager who acted as his assistant and would often be heard laughing amidst the painful screams of agony.
“Go inside you wretches,” was the command given to the slave girls.
Many shook their heads hesitantly but one glance at the blaster pistols pointing at their direction made them realise that there was really no choice.
When the last girl had entered the home, the wooden door closed with a sharp crash and a bag of money was thrown out of the upstairs window.
The traders picked up the money and quickly left without even checking if the amount of correct.
As for the life and death of those girls….
It was no longer of any concern to them.
The girls entered the quiet home and stood still as their eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.
They found themselves in an empty room with no furniture except for a metallic table but the walls were covered in a dark reddish stain.
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming down a flight of stairs and the girls nervously glanced at one another.
Thud! Thud!
The sounds began louder and louder as a strange man slowly trudged down the stairs.
No woman among the slaves was a stranger to the terrible scenes that occurred on a daily basis in this hellhole.
But even the bravest among them could not help screaming at the sight of the creature walking into the room.
He was…… an abomination.
Standing at an imposing seven feet in height with thick bulging muscles that complemented his heavy frame.
His body seemed weirdly shaped with several of his limbs being of different lengths or sizes.
The right arm of this beast was distorted and huge while the left arm was slender and fair like that of a woman.
Four blade-like appendages jutted out of his back with sharp pointed barbs that glistened menacingly.
What was truly bizarre was that the man was dressed in what could only be described as a child’s attempt of looking like a doctor.
He wore an ill-fitting white lab coat with large prescription glasses that slid partially down his nose.
The medical devices he wore on his body were all hung on the wrong places and some even appeared to be broken.
“Meat….” the beast groaned as he reached into his white coat and pulled out a cleaver.
The women immediately turned around and fled towards the wooden door but their frantic attempts at opening it would lead to no results.
It had somehow been locked and no amount of force exerted seemed to be able to open it.
“Arghhhhh!!!”
“Stay away! Stay away!”
“Almighty goddess please protect me!”
The man smiled mockingly at the women scratching desperately at the door and dropped a small vial filled with a purplish liquid.
A cloud of noxious gas filled the room and one by one the fearful slave girls fell unconscious with terrified expressions still on their faces.
The hulking man slowly lumbered over to each girl and removed the mechanical slave collars from around their necks with practiced ease.
He also injected a healing serum into the necks of the girls with obvious injuries before gently moving their bodies upstairs.
“Another…… batch……” he whispered to the lithe figure standing by a window.
The figure turned around to reveal a skinny teenager with pale almost ghost-like features and long shaggy hair.
His face was covered with a series of nasty pus-filled bumps that occasionally oozed out a pale yellowish substance.
“Should I fire up the transporter?” the youth asked with a grin.
“I still can’t get over how ugly you look,” the man laughed in a noticeably higher and more feminine tone.
“Oh please at least I look like a human,” the youth replied with a pout.
The fearsome butcher and his assistant who terrified the criminal residents of the slums were actually Sophie and Cloe in disguise.
As for how they ended up in this situation….
We need to go back to the events of one week ago.