Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 484 Chasing Victor!

At another point in this big warehouse, Victor ran through the dilapidated corridors as an old woman with no eyes managed to pursue him.

She navigated the warehouse as if her eyes were still very functional. "Come out, come out, little one!" her stone-grinding eerie voice could be heard, echoing on through the corridors, giving Victor the impression that she walls all over the place.

His breathing slowly became erratic.

Without a doubt, there was nowhere for him to run. But his instincts—voting for self-preservation—pushed him to find a way.

In his frantic effort to get to safety, he ran through a particularly unique corridor. This one was unlike the rest. However, it still carried as much terrible a feeling as any part of this place.

In fact, one might say that it carried much more.

This corridor was narrow. It was just his perfect slim size, as opposed to the large, wider corridors behind him.

Although the walls on either side did not have an even display of still-live human beings sewn to them like stickers on a cloth, they had a piece of human flesh that made for an even more cryptic display.

On his left were all forms, sizes, and lengths of d*cks sewn to the walls, and on his right were v*rginas sewn to the walls.

All of which were displayed like an excellent glorified abomination.

Nevertheless, his pumping fear and determination for survival pushed him endlessly beyond his obvious disgust.

He ran through them and decided to rest at a slight bend that made a nice enough corner for him to hide.

"Where are you, little one? I only want to see what size needles you would need to keep you up nice and good."

With time, her voice got louder at her obvious, closer advance.

Her feet, empty of shoes to cushion her heavy steps against the ground, slapped heavily on the cold earth at her approach, but it was the unfiled nails so long that they acted as chisels against the ground that truly announced her arrival.

Once she got to the corridor he had gone into, she paused, her old creaking neck slowly turning to face the corridor, like she knew he had gone into the narrow corridor.

However, she did not pursue Instead, she faced forward and continued her advance, with her invitation cry for him to come out.

Once she was gone, his erratic breathing slowly calmed down.

Victor held his chest with one hand. "Oh heavens!" he exclaimed lowly.

For a moment there, he thought she would find him, but she didn't.

From the moment he ran away and she traced him like some motherhen that knew the exact whereabouts of her little chick, he concluded in his mind that she was most likely tracing him as a result of the human beings sewn on the walls.

He was not so sure of this. However, with every turn he made, the humans on the walls would turn their heads in his direction.

It was the reason he decided to rush into this place to hide. Even though it was made of private parts, it was better than the other sides.

However, at this time, he suddenly noticed something that was very abnormal.

At least it seemed that way.

For some reason, something seemed to be poking him from behind.

At first, it was just one point. However, there was suddenly another, and another. He looked to his right, and then to his left, for some reason he did not understand, the Flaccid d*cks were becoming erect.

At this moment, one that looked like it had been extracted from an abnormally elongated, mutated beast stretched from above his head.

This was something he was unaware of.

While he was still in confusion as to what was going on, one of the v*ginas in front of him opened up, suddenly capturing his right leg. Like a person sucking in noodles, it drew him in.

Victor struggled with this, but it was no use.

Suddenly, his other leg was also captured, as was his hand, and then the elongated member from above wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a choke.

All of a sudden, he heard a voice in his ear, "found you!"

Victor turned. It was the old woman...

.....

*BAM!* BAM!*

A different kind of bout between Moses and the tall mutated human was happening as they slammed into the walls around them, a heavy display of strength and resilence.

Neither of them wanted to give up on their unbridled mangling of one another.

Moses attacked with his claws and teeth, and the mutated human attacked with its hammer-like hits.

Their bashed hits with one another had already pushed them to slamming into different rooms.

Nevertheless, neither of them let go of the other.

Everywhere they went was bathed in blood and meat paste.

Some of it was from one another, especially from Moses ripping out the body parts of the mutated beast that somehow managed to heal most of the injuries inflicted on it.

However, most of the blood paste on the ground and all around was from them smashing into the sewn people on the walls.

There was even a moment when Moses uprooted one unfortunate person's skull to smack the mutated human with it.

Smashing it into his face, blood and brain chunks splattering everywhere.

Some of it even entered Moses's mouth. However, he was unfortunately not privileged enough to even be distracted and spit it out.

His adrenaline rushed heavily as he tried his best to make sure that he won.

Moses had a special ability with his attacks. Every bite he gave discouraged healing in his opponents and encouraged continuous bleeding.

However, his opponent had unnatural healing, and now both abilities are pulling against one another in a tug of war.

If there was anybody watching, they would instantly believe that Moses was winning. After all, his blows were unending, and he fleshed out a lot of the mutated human. However, Moses knew that he was dying...

(Late release today! I'm sorry. I just got back to school. I'll try to release another one before I settle in, yeah.)