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Chapter 5:Breeder
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2025-03-14 01:19:55Lyra’s POV
“Hell's pit?” I whispered, leaning hard against the wall. For some reason, the guard’s last words echoed in my ears like he was right here to whisper them in my ears. ‘You're the one who's going to hell for your crimes’.
Was this it?
Hell?
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard,
“What do you mean by hell's pit?” Each breath was agonizingly painful, and with each second that passed by, I kept regretting my actions of not claiming my life when I had the chance. From the little one's words, I needed no soothsayer to tell me I had been sold to this HELL'S PIT by Zorah.
I kept my gaze on the girl with the whip, slightly stunned by her revealing dress. Only her nipples were covered with the transparent top she was putting on, and through the lacy shorts, I could see the traces of her curved ass staring back at me. I tore my gaze away, staring at the dried up blood on my knuckles,
“Why am I here?”
The whip lady took slow strides towards me, stroking the whip seductively like it was her lover or something. The dungeon was dark, but I could see her clearly, the way her brown eyes sparkled with mischief, it reminded me of Meera for some reason. She raised the whip and brought it down on my legs. I flinched, trying to consume the pain spreading through me like a deadly disease, but I couldn't hold the shrill cry that escaped my lips.
A tear slipped down my cheeks as I hurriedly placed my palm over the spot, trying to ease it with my fingers, but it hurt even more.
My lips trembled as I raised my head again, but she continued, each strike harder than the first.
When she was done, I couldn't even raise my head. I kept staring at the red, long lines on my thighs which would probably become scars without being treated.
“You learn fast.” Her chuckle grazed my ears and I felt a pang of pain in my chest. I inhaled deep breaths to contain the anger surging through my veins, but when I couldn't, I raised my head and glared at her,
“If this is the same way you treated her.” I pointed at the little one next to me, “Then you're a monster!” I spat.
The lady's cheeks turned red with anger. She raised her whip again, but the little one came to stand before me, falling to her knees quickly,
“Ignore her, Miss Carolina. You can't allow her to ruin your mood.” She spoke with so much difficulty, like she weighed each word before blurting them out. My heart ached for her, she was only a young girl. Going through this was way too much for her.
The whip lady, Carolina, glanced at me coldly, “I'm sparing you because of her not because you're new here.” She announced sharply and stepped back. The young girl turned to stare at me and flashed me a small smile, “You’ll survive.” I held onto her words like a fish out of the ocean struggling to survive even though that was barely possible. I lowered my gaze as Carolina’s voice pierced the air again,
“Welcome to Hell's pit, also known as the Devil's underworld. You've been sold to us at an extremely valuable price, so you practically belong to us now.”
It took my whole strength to remain calm.
I wanted to scream, yell at Carolina and tell her to fucking shut up, the truth was glaring but I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to believe my uncle really sold me to this kind of place after killing my best friend. No one made a single comment, it seemed like the announcement was for me alone, they were all used to Carolina.
They didn't even flinch at the sound of the whip.
“Since I'm making the announcement for her, it doesn't mean you all shouldn't listen. After your training, you'll become breeders of Hell's pit, women trained for pleasure and birthing another life.”
My eyes widened. I couldn't hold on to my shock this time. I raised my head and lowered it quickly,
“I'm sorry.” I whispered, closing my eyes, “I'm so sorry I raised my head.”
Carolina ignored my words and continued, pacing around the dungeon as she gave instructions.
“The new one is starting her training alone, in a few days time, you'll begin your work officially. Is that clear?” At the same time, about eight ladies all raised their heads and choroused the word
“Yes”
I was shocked out of my wits.
I had questions.
A whole lot of questions.
What was the training? What did she mean by Hell pit’s breeders? What the hell did she mean by becoming a breeder? I pressed my lips together, scratching my nails on the cold floor. Carolina remained quiet for a few minutes and while I stared at my feets, her shoes suddenly appeared before me.
She raised my chin and forced me to stare at her,
“I'll give you the opportunity to ask two questions.”
Two questions?
It was better than nothing.
I nodded shakily and chose the right questions,
“Miss Carolina, what do you mean by breeding and birthing life?” She raised her hands and smacked my cheeks hard, drawing blood from my lips. My head swayed and I almost lost my balance. My eyes stinged as her sharp words filled my ears,
“One question at a time.”
I nodded again, fighting the tears in my eyes,
“What do you mean by breeding?”
“Even if you're a virgin, I'm sure you know what sex is, you can't deny it, you're going to be doing a whole lot of that here, it's your only way to survive.” My legs trembled as my heart skipped a beat. I furrowed my brows, biting my lips hard,
“I'd carry another man's child?”
“Our clients would deposit their seeds in you and after your night of pleasure, you're expected to provide them with kids.”
“What?!”
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