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Helltown To the hospital
Rows and rows of white tiles covered the walls, illuminated with the sickliest of greens. Dim lights and cracks, combined with metal faucets and beds, looking as if lifted straight out of an abandoned asylum. This was the closest thing this city had to a hospital. A few graveled paths laid over the graying dirt, leading to a broken and dirty fountain. Rings or red and brown covered the once white marble with the most repulsive and smelliest part being around the pipe in the middle. Cassandra sat on a bench facing that way. Behind her was a flimsy fence with a view of the high dark buildings.She thought about how such a place was even made but soon gave up realizing this was Helltown - and trying to make sense of Helltown was an equivalent of giving yourself a lobotomy.She looked gorgeous in her elegant leather outfit. It was sexy yet sophisticated, with the leather straps of her skirt only emphasizing her strong thighs. Her hair was done in a sleek hair due wit
Helltown A night out
Basil stood still as Cassandra was adjusting the dog collar around his neck. They were heading to an orgy, organized by the higher ups. Her first one as an attendant, instead of the entertainment. She sighed, not particularly eager to go."Don't worry. It's not as bad as you might think. And who knows, you might have some fun," he said encouragingly.She replied with a melancholic hum, "I don't know. What if I do something embarrassing and destroy my reputation? Or even worse, what if a demon..."He smiled reassuringly. "Just be your charming self and follow my lead."She looked at him thankful. "Make up your mind, dear. Is it one or the other?" she forced a chuckle.The two giggled, dressed in shiny leather and chains. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I'll do everything in my power to protect you." She nodded, letting out a quivering sigh. Finally, they walked out with the chains of their sexy outfits clanging down the halls.The festivities at the penthouse floor were in full
Helltown Some things no magic can change
"Damn filthy liars, every last one of you!" a very old man shouted from his puffy armchair.Television of the 90s was an interesting mix of colorful and edgy kid shows, sitcoms with laugh tracks, upbeat rhythms and grainy videos of tanks and destruction coming from the other side of the world. Tiffany, who was in the kitchen with her mom, looked towards him worried. She was visiting and tried to help out as much as she could."Pay no attention. He's fighting with the TV again. Calm down Larry! You know they can't hear you!" her mother yelled."They can hear me alright. Do you know that-"Larry uttered before he was gripped by a violent cough. Tiff hurried to bring him a glass of water. "Here you go, dad," she said softly, watching him concerned while he drank the whole thing."Thank you pumpkin," he said slightly winded.Tiffany tilted her head, letting out a worried sigh. "What's on your mind, dear?" her mother asked quietly."His state is getting worse," she whispered."Yep, seems
Helltown Take care of yourself
"What do you think?" Tamara asked calmly."Pardon?" Cassandra uttered."Of the new show. The girls are brand new. Fresh out of the brothels. Do you like it?" her former boss said.The former employee exhaled relieved. She turned to the platform, where the two hollering girls, were running at each other with bulky metal weapons. "They seem okay? A little loud, but I guess that is part of the appeal.""I agree. Neither is particularly skilled, but what they lack in technique, they make up in ferociousness," her gladiator pit owner replied, making her companion chuckle. The former employee felt uneasy next to her stone-cold tall woman.Observing the silent Cass, Tamara finally uttered, "How's Helltown treating you? We haven't seen you in some time. We're not out of your league now, are we?""Of course not! I was just busy. You would be amazed how time-consuming life here can be.""I know. I heard about Jane," Tamara said, side glancing her. The mere mention of her name made the inhabitant
Helltown Side plot
In a small room with the glowing vision tube, two damned souls, sat patiently. Robby and Donny, as they called themselves, were waiting on someone to show them how this supernatural device worked. Rob fidgeted in his seat, watching how someone walked down the dusty market filled with chatty people."What's the matter? Does your but still hurt from the party?" Don teased."Don't remind me. I gave it my all, so that this jerk could stand us up to. Where in Helltown is he? We were supposed to start ages ago," the taller man complained. Donny kept glancing at the door, restless on his uncomfortable chair. His feet swung, unable to reach the floor. "He must be busy training others. It's a time-consuming job, you know. In fact, I overheard someone saying that they are going to expand this department. Apparently, something big is about to happen," he whispered, excited."Just our luck. We went through all the pain of getting here only for some freshly fallen idiot to get it served on a silv
Helltown This is how some things work
Time went by quickly and the winter months passed. The snow had melted and, as usual on warm Saturdays, Tiffany took her children to the nearby park. Nicky, now 3, and her older brother Johnny played with their friends. While the kids ran around, mothers and nannies would talk and laughed."So how was your ski trip, Dorothy? Did the skis manage to hold up?" a well-dressed woman made a snarky remark.The woman she was talking to was shorter and stockier. Her nose scrunched up, as if offended. "Oh, Glen. If only all of us can spend our vacations avoiding our husbands, like you.""Ha! It's not my fault he has such an important job. Still, he did promise a long trip to the Bahamas to make up for it," the tall woman announced, raising her chin."Nice. We went there last year. I'm sure you are going to love it," Tiff added."Any place she can spread in her string bikini is a good place for her," Dorothy blurted, making the group of women around her gasp and giggle."Jealous?" Glen smirked a
Helltown Meet the help
After many, many showers, the traumatized man laid in his white sheet bed. Looking at the ceiling, solemn and mute, he sighed moving his head slowly. Cassandra’s hand was on his chest, keeping him warm with her body. In her cozy pajamas, she had not left his side since the horrible incident. "How are you feeling?" she spoke softly, moving only to take his empty cup away.He smiled, watching her grateful. "You really don’t need to do all this? When is the last time you rested?""What for? It’s not like I can sleep," she joked, tidying the covers."I’m serious. Why don't you go and take a walk with Teo?""And run into a chance encounter with one of those things that did this to you? No, thanks," she said sarcastically. Still, the cracks in her voice gave her away.He looked at her worried. "You do not have to torture yourself. You thought you were doing a good thing. I blame myself for not explaining things well enough before the wedding."She sighed massaging her face. "The fault is m
Helltown A window to a new reality
Tiff watched mesmerized at the glowing screen. As they waited for their father to come back from work, her son 14-year-old son was typing something while her daughter watched in the same state as her mother. The dog, a golden retriever they got three years ago, sat next to his stationary owners. With his tail apprehensively thumping, he let out a high-pitched squeal, wondering what made them this way."And when I type here, everyone can see," John said as a ‘Hello!’ popped on the computer screen. Replies dinged immediately, with seven or eight popping up on the small screen window."Awesome!" Nicky grinned staring."Yep, Josh showed me how to use it. It’s called a chat box," the boy said proud."How do you know who these people are?" his mother asked."You don't know.""What do you mean you don’t know?" Tiff frowned."Well, you see, they don’t have to give their real name. Just a username. And you can add whoever you want.""Sounds incredibly unsafe," his mother muttered."It’s not, it