Ghostly Nightmare (3) - Plot thickens

{ 2 Months Later | Floor G6 - Underground Lab }

*clank... clank... clank.... thud*

The dark alleyway covered with black-red bloodstains smelled like a public urinal. The filthy stench was so disgusting and unbearable that it could suffocate a person.

*wuh-tsss*

The leather whip wrapped with black nails protruding out of the rope surface felt menacing, to say the least.

*shriek... sob*

The skin-tearing sound caused terror in the hearts of the slaves witnessing the exposed bones of the almost-naked woman in front of them.

"Move! ... *wuh-tss* ... This isn't a resort"

"... don't think that I will treat you any differently just because you were my boss once. kekeke"

Jane glanced upwards at the guard, a wide lustful grin was plastered on his face. With his gaze fixed on Jane's private parts and drool dripping out of his mouth, the guard looked no more than a sleazy third-rate sex offender.

"How can you do this to me? I'm your child's godmother-!!!!"

Jane cried out. Her shrieking voice was prickling enough to shatter the hearts of even the most heartless human in existence. Vikram was one of them who had been living this nightmare alongside Jane for the past two months.

"Hahahaha!"

However, the guard's expression was far from the look of pity and guilt that she was expecting. Instead, his looks reminded her of all the assault and physical violations she had had to suffer in the last two months.

"Help me!", she pleaded again, her forehead now rubbing the rocky surface of the jail.

She tried to appeal to the guard she thought was still alive inside of the monster "... Kill me please! I don't want to live anymore."

*whu-tss*

But with another whip, a large portion of Jane's already tattered piece of cloth came undone.

*gasp*

"YOU MONSTER-!! HOW CAN YOU BE SO VILE-!", one of the eldest slaves couldn't take it anymore and cursed at the guard.

*whu-tss*

"Aaaagh!!"

The whip found the new target and broke the femur bone of the already malnourished old man on the death's doorsteps.

~f*cking dog!! Just enjoy the show in silence if you don't want to die~

The guard muttered and scanned other slaves with an angered expression. They too were influenced by the older man before they saw him withering from pain. The leather whip turned out to be a better demotivator.

The guard turned around with uncaring looks and found that Jane's bruised hands were covering a portion of her chest and holding the leftover red piece of cloth from ripping further.

She clung onto the remnant of her dress as if it was her dead child that she would dream about when alone.

"hehehe! Oi godmother, look there once! hehehe"

The guard pointed at one of the cells behind her as he stared lecherously at Jane with drool still dripping out of his mouth like a dog.

Jane had no strength, but her neck still moved unknowingly towards the direction that the guard pointed. Two months of abuse had hardwired following orders in her brain.

In the distance, a woman wearing a brown sack was biting her teeth. She was so far up in the corner of the cell that it looked like she wanted to get buried in the wall.

At first glance, Jane couldn't recognize the woman, but then it happened. The image of a mother holding her child appeared in her mind.

~No!~

She was the guard's wife - the same woman that Jane had helped deliver the child.

*grab* A hand came up from behind and grabbed her by the hair. Immediately, as she felt a breath on her neck, she panicked and shouted back.

"NO!! DON'T COME NEAR ME. LET ME- ... *slap*"

"SHUT YOUR WHO*E MOUTH AND DO WHAT I SAY!! DON'T ACT LIKE IT IS YOUR FIRST TIME-!!!"

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*****

{ Present Day }

{ Bhendi Corporation | Central District }

A fat man with a single golden tooth could be seen lying diagonally on the grey sofa made of mutated Rabbit skin. The projected screen on the wall played some questionable footage of a woman being violated.

Beside him on the floor was a half-naked woman in an inebriated state with mascara and lipsticks smeared all over her face.

With rhythmic moaning and shivers, the smoky room looked like a stoner's den. If not for all the gold and silver plaques on the wall, no one could tell that the room belonged to one of the most influential people in Zone Y.

*whoosh...*

A black figure suddenly appeared behind the fat CEO, startling him, and he quickly grabbed the Star gun from the side table and stood up to take an aim at the intruder.

"Who are you-?", the visceral fat on his belly rippled when he stood up.

The woman was still unaware and was now licking the ends of the sofa with unknown ecstasy. It seemed like she had no recollection of reality and was deep in a hallucinogenic state.

"Stand down or I'll cut you in two *swish... slash*"

Without even moving a single inch from his place, the humanoid figure had cut the man's gun in half, sending shivers down his spine with fright.

*thud...* The fat CEO's body suddenly became heavier and he kneeled down on the ground in a quadrupled state, as the blood from his body rushed towards his brain a list of names appeared in his head that might have sent this killer.

The woman had the worst, she suddenly lost her ability to breathe and was suffocating with huffing sounds gasping for oxygen in the air.

Despite having two Spirit-level Shika(s) outside his condo, the fat CEO Barak was caught without a way out.

~Sky-rank with a wind mutation. I don't remember making an enemy of a person like you! Who are you and why are you doing this?~

Although on the outside Barak was like any other fat businessman, he was also a 2nd stage Spirit level Shika.

Barak couldn't really estimate the killer's strength, but since he couldn't measure it, there were only two possibilities. Either the killer was at a higher level or he had equipment that hid his power. Barak believed it to be the former because of the killer's superior wind manipulation.

However, instead of answering Barak's question, the killer commanded in a heavy manly voice.

His voice meant business and Barak could feel his heart tightening because of the fear.

"I want you to stop all your debauchery and get on finding the traces of master Kane. I will come again after 24 hours"

The silhouette disappeared and with it left a voice behind.

~The name is Sight, and don't try to run, because you can't~

*****

{ Training Room | Vikram's Home }

Sitting in the middle of the white training room were a boy and a woman facing each other.

The boy was sweating buckets with closed eyes and the woman sat unmoving like a statue with her eyes rolled onto itself revealing only the white glow of her ghostly retinas.

It was as if Jane was being possessed and Vikram had peed his pants in fear. But the reality was that they were simply two people stuck in time, frozen and unaged. It wasn't clear still how long they had been in this position.

*huff huff*

Suddenly Vikram's heavy breath broke the silence and the tacit bareness left the room. He was shaking as if he had just gotten out of the worst nightmare of his life.

In just another minute, Vikram was back to his old self.

He tried to put everything he had just witnessed behind him by meditating for a while, but it didn't help. His mind inadvertently kept on circling back to the horrific scenes from Jane's past.

These were the moments that made him feel like his eidetic memory was nothing but a curse.

He looked at the body of Jane that had flopped onto the ground after his waking up, and gave a long meaningful glance at her face.

He didn't know how to treat the woman in front of him after what he had seen her go through for the four months before her death.

She had been betrayed by her lover, her child forcefully aborted, lied to by everyone in her life, defiled like no dead or alive person should be, and worst of all it happened until the last of her breath gave out and her body couldn't take it anymore.

Even if he was a cold and manipulative person, Vikram had not crossed certain boundaries. And witnessing the monsters that defiled Jane made him second guess his own identity as the "Rakshasha".

"FU*K-!!!!"

Vikram hadn't felt that kind of anger in a long time. Even losing his sworn brothers during the war of the 12 tribes didn't leave him with such unresolved emotions as the ones he was feeling at the moment.

"You were even a descendant-?"

He shook his head and facepalmed remembering the last moment of her death.

In front of her dying body stood a fat man who spat a mouthful of tobacco before saying, "...Tch!, and I thought she being a child of god would last longer than a roadside wh*re."

Vikram felt another surge of anger course through his body as he remembered the fat face of the CEO of Bhendi Corp.

He then looked sadly at Jane's princess figure again.

He had read many first account descriptions throughout the novel about what a descendant had to go through every waking moment of their life after awakening. It was a life of misery and tribulations.

"Why did you have to be Annapurna's descendant-!!", he shook his head in defeat again. And just then he saw Jane move her hands.

She seemed like a really pale princess just waking up from a deep slumber.

As she got up, Vikram's eyes met hers and he felt the changes in them.

A sense of reverence was now visible in her eyes that Vikram identified quickly.

'is it because of the contract?', he thought.

They were the eyes of longing, hope, and extreme gratefulness. The kind some random villagers would give him when he would come and promise to defeat the bandits for them in exchange for letting his army camp in the village.

He never actually helped those villagers and even used them as human shields if required, but he knew the eyes that hoped for him to avenge their fallen brethren.

[ Ding! ]

[ Exchange successful ]

[ Paranormal Contract has been established ]

[ Bond status "None" ==> "Partial" ]

Vikram felt lost at the messages from Akashvani.

Before knowing Jane's identity, Vikram had only looked at her as a tool to gain power, but now he wasn't sure anymore.

~Master~

Jane spoke in a cold unfriendly tone that pricked Vikram's heart.

"We'll talk later", he turned her down and Jane's body simply disappeared into thin air.

After the successful memory exchange and establishment of the "Paranormal contract", Jane's personality had been overwritten by the mutation's power - the reason why Vikram had a distasteful expression on his face.

As Vikram turned to exit the training room, fiery revenge was being plotted inside his head. Even if the actual person who should be doing this wasn't aware, Vikram had already chosen the first target to release the pent-up anger he was feeling.