Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Ch10

Story Summary

Long ago I sold my soul and doomed myself to an eternity in the Underworld. I was treated like a slave for centuries, but no more! I'll find a way out of this destiny or die trying!

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The day came a lot sooner than I expected, or maybe it just feels that way after so many years. I didn't hear a word from Skanky Legs since our secret meeting, so part of me assumed nothing would happen when that fateful Thursday arrived.

"Oi, Tomboy!" yelled Foreman across the factory floor. "I'm going to the loading area. You and Big Guy need to watch over these slackers and make sure they don't start fooling around while I'm gone."

"Aye, aye, Foreman, sir." Tomboy saluted with a smile and I was overcome with dread.

Tomboy pretended to be obedient and loyal while Foreman was around, but she experimented with her own creative punishments the moment he was gone. Unlike Foreman, she didn't give a damn whether or not you'd done anything wrong.

I lowered my head and tried not to stand out. Hoping that Tomboy would leave me alone if she couldn't see my face.

"Skanky Legs! Get your skinny arse over here!" Foreman called. "Along with Whatshisface, Shitface, Waste and..." He looked straight at me and paused. "Girly Boy."

I slowly stood up and moved to the front of the room. Trying my best not to panic. I had no idea if this was the moment, or just another chore. I searched for an answer by exchanging eye contact with Skanky Legs. She subtly nodded her head before quickly looking away.

There was no turning back.

The idea of actually attacking Foreman made me too nervous to move, but I forced myself to walk forward and gather around the others at the front of the room. I was terrified that my paranoid expression would give us away, so I slouched and hid behind Whatshisface.

"You're all coming with me to load cargo," said Foreman. "Some of you idiots may have never done this shit before, but if any of you screw up, or take a step out of line, I'll shove you into a cupboard for a week. Got it?"

We all obediently nodded and he looked satisfied with our attitude, but I felt his eyes linger on me before he turned to go.

I hung back behind the others as we walked down the hallway. Frantically trying to work out what kind of signal I should be looking for. It was my first time to do anything important, and I didn't want to screw it up.

"Nice day isn't it, sir?" said Waste to Foreman.

"Really?" Foreman huffed. "What's so great about it?"

"I mean... there's little chance of the goods getting soaked by rain."

"I suppose that's one positive thing to look forward to in this dump."

The two of them became engaged in small talk which I followed, until Whatshisface slowed down and approached me.

"Wait for the signal and don't do anything abnormal till then," he hissed. "We all attack at the same time and no backing out. Got it?"

"Yeah." I nervously nodded. "Got it."

"And take this." He quickly pulled a short steel pole out from under his shirt and passed it to me. "Keep it hidden until it's time."

I snatched it from his hand and shoved it inside my own clothing.

Whatshisface broke away from me and continued walking ahead like nothing had happened.

Two tall rusty doors stood at the end of the hallway. Foreman confidently strode forward and unlocked them with an oversized key. He then took a step back and crossed his arms like he was waiting for something.

We all froze and blankly stared at him as we tried to work out what we were missing.

"Don't you dumbarses know how to open a door?" Foreman snapped.

"Sorry, sir!" Skanky Legs rushed to grab one side of the door and began pulling it open.

"Won't happen again, sir," said Shitface as he grabbed the other side.

"Better not," said Foreman. "Otherwise your new name will be Slow Shit."

Skanky Legs struggled to open her side of the door, so I quickly rushed to help.

"Just a little longer before we don't have to worry about that guy anymore," she whispered with a smile. "When we attack, whatever you do, don't stop, or look around to see what we're doing. One moment of hesitation could mean the end of us all."

I nodded, and together with our pathetic strength we managed to slide open the door.

The loading dock was a large concrete room full of wooden carts and crates. I spent so many miserable hours there loading shipments for customers, that I can remember the stains on the floor better than some of my old friend's faces.

"Shitface, get the carts and park them over there." Foreman pointed to an area before the cargo door. "The rest of you get crates and start loading. Those pompous department store stiffs will be here in less than an hour."

"Yes, sir!" Skanky Legs obediently chanted and went to get crates. I followed behind her like a puppy. All the while imagining Foreman's face contorting in horror as we threw him down the pit.

That bastard sat back and did nothing as we worked. He then began berating us on our progress which only made it harder to concentrate.

"Hurry up, Skanky Butt!" snapped Foreman. "Chop Chop. Waste, I know you're stronger than that, so don't dare carry just one box at a time. Stop touching your hair, Girly Boy. This isn't a beauty contest. Flattening it won't make Skanky Legs like you."

I slammed down the crate I was holding onto the cart. I wanted to lash out and scream back at him, but luckily Foreman was in the middle of lecturing Waste on how useless he must have been when he was alive, so my tormentor didn't notice my small act of defiance.

Skanky Legs quickly shot me an anxious glare, and I took it as an unsaid message to calm down.

Our moment was coming.

"Watch it!" Foreman yelled. Shitface crashed the cart he was pulling into a pile of cloth. "That's worth ten times more than your lazy arse!"

"Sorry, boss, I mean Foreman," Shitface quickly apologized. He attempted to pull the cart out from the mountain of sheets, but the wheels were jammed. "I think it's stuck here, sir."

Foreman let out a growl of frustration, and slowly pulled himself to his feet like it took immense effort. He then strolled over to the cart.

"I knew that I should have called you Shit for Brains the first time I looked at you. But I decided to be nice and everything, and now look where it's gotten me. An infant could do a better job than you."

"I'm awfully sorry, sir," Shitface apologized and sadly bowed his head.

Foreman reached forward like he was going to pull out the cart, but he instead slapped my fellow soul across the face. Foreman held back just enough to stop his hand from passing through, but it was still enough force to knock Shitface to the ground.

"I asked you to do one thing," Foreman growled as he towered over the other soul. "Just one small tiny thing, and you still had to go screw it up. You asked for this." He then brought his foot down on Shitface and began stomping on him like crushing an insect. "This is only a tenth of what a shitty soul like you deserves!"

"Please stop, sir!" Shitface cried. So powerless and sad. "I won't do it again! I won't do it again! I promise!"

I watched in horror as Shitface began to sob. His whole body shook with misery, but Foreman refused to let up. "If only you could feel pain. Oh, the things I would love to do to you."

I glanced over to Whatshisface to see him exchanging eye-contact with the others. He slowly put down the crate he was holding, crouched, and took a step back like he was preparing to attack.

Waste pulled a handful of rope from his back pocket and nodded towards us.

"Now!" Skanky Legs hissed and shoved me forward.

Whatshisface and Waste also lunged towards Foreman, but I quickly overtook them to lead the attack.

I pulled the metal bar out from under my shirt and raised it to smash Foreman to the ground. Focusing all my hate and loathing into that one hit-

But at the very last moment, Foreman spun around, clamped his hand around my neck, and slammed me into the ground. He then pressed his elbow against my kneck and rested one knee on my stomach to hold me down. Making it impossible to get up and fight back.

"You lose, Girly Boy." The arsehole grinned like he'd won.

"Really?" I spat. "I may have missed, but the only loser today is you!"

"Is that so? And who's gonna help you, loser?"

"Everyo-" It was then that I realized that Foreman was still talking, instead of being pounded into the ground by my new friends.

I tilted my head back to see that the others weren't attacking. They weren't making any attempt to help me.

They weren't even on the same side of the room.

Instead, my so called comrades had all returned to packing cargo like they had no intention of starting a revolution at all.

Whatshisface was whistling away as he loaded boxes, Waste was staring blankly in surprise, and Skanky Legs dropped her crate and opened her mouth in horror, like my actions were unpredicted and shocking.

And then the realization hit me.

I'd been set up.

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 selfish 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've passed through. What a disappointment. I 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 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. "Finish the shipment."

"Yes, sir," that traitor obediently replied.

"Make sure to count every last coin. 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. Trying to appear as natural as possible. "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. Allowing 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. Head held high. Confidently moving 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, which 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 things 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 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.

"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 running. 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. Reminding me of a picture I once saw of a craftsman, but I couldn't see 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 disobedient 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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