Published March 17, 2017 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 21

Story Summary

Ethan is a soul in the Underworld with no memory of his life on Earth. He is bought and sold by various masters for centuries. Traveling from large industrial towns to scorching hot deserts. During his journey he picks up the skills, knowledge and magic to escape his enslavement. He runs with the intent of living a free life, but is pursued by agents until he's cornered on a remote mountain range. With little time left, Ethan begins to recount his life and masters in the hope of leaving a record of his existence. These are his memories.

My fellow souls never intended to hurt Foreman. In fact, those arseholes would have done anything to please him. All they wanted was to create a new victim to direct his attention and prove their loyalty at the same time. Worming their way into his disgusting little group.

It was an ingenious plan. All they needed was some sucker with a rebellious attitude, and I was it. The idiot who'd believe anything if it sounded appealing enough.

Foreman picked up the metal pole I used to attack him. "You seriously thought that you could use this?" he laughed. "Any idiot and their dead dog knows that it would have easily passed through. What a disappointment. I honestly expected a lot more from you, Girly Boy."

"Looks like I was right, sir," said that lying son of a bitch Whatshisface. He obediently stood beside Foreman like the two of them had been friends forever. "A guy like him will never give up, unless you teach him a real lesson."

"No! He's wrong!" I yelled back to defend myself. "It was all their-"

Skanky Legs, Waste, and Shitface (who'd suddenly made a miraculous recovery) quickly rushed to hold me down before I could say more.

"Let us help you, sir." Skanky Legs shoved a stray rag into my mouth to shut me up.

"We'll hold him down for you, sir." Whatshisface replaced Foreman's hold on my body. "Wouldn't want him to get away now, would we?"

Waste used his rope to tie my hands together. Its real purpose was clearly obvious.

Foreman looked pleased like the victory was his. He shoved the other souls off me, grabbed hold of my wrists, then pulled me to my feet.

"Whatshisface," he ordered. "I want you to finish the shipment."

"Yes, sir," he obediently replied.

"Make sure to count every last penny they hand you too. Those stiffs tried to short change me twice last month."

"As you wish, sir."

Foreman then spun on his heels and began walking away, dragging me forcefully behind him.

"Excuse me, sir!" Waste nervously called out. He was trying to appear as natural as possible, but I could tell that he was afraid of me spilling the truth. "If you don't mind me asking, sir. If we encounter any problems, where can we find you?"

"Oh, you know where," said Foreman with a grin. "I'm taking him to that place."

I followed Foreman's footsteps down a dark desolate hallway. It was difficult to see, so I occasionally bumped into walls or corners to that sick bastard's amusement. Master Malcolm was tight with his resources, so there was no lighting in areas that were barely used. I lost my sense of direction long ago, and even if I did run, I had no idea where to go.

Foreman removed the rag from my mouth, and allowed me to walk on my own if I promised not to run. Like I could have anyway? The least I could do was to walk with some dignity, because they had taken everything else.

My back was straight, I held my head high, and I confidently moved forward like I wasn't afraid. I may have been dead, but I had an immortal body that couldn't feel pain. The worst punishment I thought he had was the pit, and I survived it once. I could do it again, and overcome anything else that he threw my way. I refused to be like the others and readily give in. I planned to fight him until the world ended.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll see soon," said Foreman as he grinned in the darkness.

We began walking up stairs (I tripped several times) to a part of the factory I'd never been before. The lamps gradually increased as we continued upwards until we reached the top floor. The walls were well painted and there was expensive carpet beneath my feet. I glanced at several small paintings and works of art. They reminded me of similar things which Alistair once owned.

"This isn't the way to the pit."

"So you've just worked that out?" laughed Foreman. "And I thought you were one of the smart ones."

I scowled and looked away, but that only made him laugh harder. "Obviously the pit failed to kick any obedience into you. So I've decided to experiment with something new. It was actually Skanky Legs' own suggestion, so you can thank her."

Just hearing that sneaky bitch's name made me want to punch a hole in the wall. I didn't know if telling the truth would make anything better, but I refused to let them get away with using me.

"It was all their idea," I said. "She was the one who told me to attack you. She said that we were going to tie you up and throw you down the pit."

Foreman stopped and turned to look at me, taking a moment to seriously examine my face. Maybe a part of him believed me, but it didn't matter. He soon shrugged and continued walking like I hadn't said anything.

I swore under my breath and tried not to let my disappointment show. I was an idiot for thinking that such a cold bastard would actually care.

We arrived before a plain wooden door, no different from any other. I could hear something moving inside, but if I had known of the horrors that lay behind it, I would have taken my chances and fled.

Foreman tucked in his shirt, politely knocked twice, then obediently stood back and waited.

Eventually the door opened a crack and Master David looked through. His creepy little eyes examined us from head to toe, then rested on me like he was trying to figure out who I was.

"I brought one of the new souls," said Foreman. "Just like you wanted, sir. I know he's not your normal type, but I hope you'll find him to your liking."

David's gaze returned to me. I took a step back, but Foreman pushed me forward to prevent me from going anywhere. Our master glared at me for almost a minute (and even Foreman looked nervous) before he opened the door and gestured for us to come inside.

The room was far brighter than the hallway. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. It looked like a workroom with several large saws and hammers hanging from the walls.

David was wearing a large brown apron covered in dark stains. He reminded me of a craftsman, but I couldn't see any blocks of wood, metal, or materials for making anything. I was mystified about what he could be doing alone in that room, but the answer was right before my eyes.

In the center of the room was one wooden table covered in a dirty sheet. There was the outline of something large beneath it, but I didn't recognize what it was.

Foreman anxiously looked at the table but then turned away in disgust. He kept subtly glancing at the door like even he didn't want to be there.

"This one is certainly pretty. Like a girl." David ran his fingers over my cheek. "I wonder what kind of secrets lay behind this face."

All I wanted was to flee from his touch, but he was one of my masters. I was supposed to do whatever a master wanted, wasn't I?

Foreman coughed. "If you would be so kind as to excuse me, Master David. I really must get back to work. If I'm gone for too long, who knows what those souls will get up to."

"You may go," said David with a wave of his hand. He didn't take his eyes off me like I was an exciting new toy.

Foreman quickly walked out of the room. He forgot to close the door behind him and left it to slowly swing shut on its own.

"I'm looking forward to learning all about you." David ran his fingers through my hair. He reached the back of my neck, then let his fingers linger. "I'm sure that the two of us will have plenty of fun together."

"What's that?" I glanced at the table. Wanting to know what Foreman found so repulsive.

"Shhhh." David brought his finger to his lips. "It's not a surprise if I tell you now."

He walked over to the door and locked it with a click. That was enough to unease me, but the fear really sank in when he pulled a large saw from the wall.

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