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Chapter 4 — Pigsty
(Content Warning: Psychological horror, torture implication, dissociation.)
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I don't even know what the hell I'm doing anymore.
K. and that demon — whatever he is — wanted to kill my old boss.
The man who conveniently forgot to pay me more than once.
> "We're doing society a favor. The guy dodges taxes."
K. said it like he was ordering a cup of coffee.
I stared at the two voices in my head.
> What the hell are you both even made of?
A black car rolled past.
Then, suddenly, my legs moved on their own.
> "Hey, wait! That's a car!"
"That's a car, damn it!"
But no. Somehow, I was faster than it.
A brick came flying — I don't even know where it came from — and smashed through the windshield.
> "What the—?! Where did you get that?!"
"Fun's just getting started."
K. took control.
He dragged the man out of the vehicle like a bag of trash, threw him on a rusty bike, and pedaled toward an abandoned pig farm.
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(Skip ahead if you have a weak heart. What follows is not okay.)
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The place wasn't anything special.
Old tools. Rust. A rotting stench.
But K. had been here before. He had plans.
Under a tarp was an old autopsy table.
> "Doctor, if you would."
Someone else took over.
Not K.
Not the demon.
Someone... cold. Precise. Silent.
> "Why is it me?! I don't want this. I don't want—"
the demon whimpered, fading away.
My body moved without me.
We tied the boss down.
A scalpel gleamed in my hand.
Small cuts. Dozens of them.
Deep enough to bleed. Never deep enough to die.
> "What are you doing?! What the hell are you doing?!"
> "Making you feel what your employees felt. Bit by bit. Just less paperwork."
> "I don't know anything! I swear—!"
The scalpel danced.
Blood. Pain.
And then... salt.
> Just like they did it centuries ago.
Not enough to kill.
But it made his whole body tremble.
> "Alright, I've had enough."
the demon whispered, disappearing.
K. laughed quietly.
> "You guys are worse than me."
Then he picked up the man — 90 kilograms of dead weight — with one arm.
Tossed him into a tank of ice and saltwater.
The scream was...
Not human.
> "You... that's salt?!"
"And ice. Salt and ice. Lovely combo."
We walked out.
There was a shallow pit.
I kicked the car into it like it weighed nothing.
Then I buried it.
Like it was a dead dog.
> "This is insane. No one's going to believe this."
"Good. Now go get him."
We pulled him out.
His skin had gone blue. Lips, trembling. Barely conscious.
> "One more thing. He won't go to waste."
The body was cut into pieces.
Sealed in thick bags.
> "What the hell is this—food for pigs?! You're crazy!"
> "Be glad I'm not feeding you to them instead."
We drove to a large pig farm.
Slipped the meat into the feed.
The pigs swarmed the trough, squealing with joy.
> "Oh god—"
I puked.
Hard.
> "Clean up. Idiot."
I burned the blood, cleaned the tools, deleted camera logs.
K. apparently could hack anything.
> "Now we wait."
> "This is too much fun. Too much—hahahaha!"
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