Apocalypse: Building And Hoarding My Way Through.
Chapter 104: She’s So Good In Bed.

Chapter 104: She’s So Good In Bed.

Austin smirked, seemingly satisfied with her response. Once he’d finished cleaning up and adjusted himself, he led her out of the room. They walked down the dimly lit hallway in silence.

As they walked, Scarlett’s mind replayed the events in the meeting room. Austin’s audacity and the depths of his depravity were unfathomable. The memory gnawed at her, but she pushed the thoughts aside, refocusing on her mission. She wasn’t Ayra, not truly. Yet, being trapped in Ayra’s body made it impossible to escape the judgments of those around her. She loathed being seen as a slut, a reputation Ayra had cultivated, but Scarlett knew she was just herself...Scarlett.

The hallway stretched on, its cold, sterile walls lined with eerie silence, interrupted only by the faint hum of music. They passed clusters of naked free citizens, swaying to the rhythm in a trance-like state. Their gazes lingered on Scarlett...on Ayra’s body...but none dared approach her. Their curious, almost excited looks betrayed their anticipation, knowing Austin would explain everything the next day.

Scarlett followed Austin as they moved deeper into the building. The corridor seemed endless, its dimly lit path stretching so far that the end was obscured by darkness. To Scarlett, it felt like an eternity.

"Just where are they being held?" she asked, breaking the oppressive silence. She masked her simmering anger and frustration behind a tone of forced calm.

Austin glanced at her, his expression smug. "You already know where they are, sister, the moment we started walking this far. They’re in the east wing. I know it’s a long walk, but think of it as a way to stretch your muscles. After all, I’m against driving down here."

He chuckled lightly, his tone casual yet condescending. "Besides, Jones is keeping them company. I’m sure they’re... enjoying his hospitality."

Scarlett’s eyes narrowed at his words, her emotions tightly restrained. It wasn’t exhaustion that weighed on her, it was urgency. She couldn’t wait to see Garvin and the others, to ensure they were safe.

Without a word, she nodded and continued following him, her pace steady despite the turmoil brewing within her.

After what felt like hours, they turned a corner, and Scarlett’s gaze fell upon two naked guards standing sentinel before a heavily fortified door. The guards clutched rifles, their bodies rigid with alertness. The door itself was imposing, its surface etched with intricate locks and mechanisms clearly designed to deter even the most determined escape attempt.

"Ah, we’ve arrived," Austin said with a smirk, his tone dripping with sadistic satisfaction. "Shall we go say hello to our... guests?"

The guards stepped aside without question, their movements sharp and precise. Austin pushed the door open, and Scarlett followed him into the room. The air inside was heavy, laced with the scent of despair and the faint metallic tang of blood.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, Scarlett’s heart clenched at the sight before her. Garvin, Larry, Maya, and Ethan were chained to the walls, their bodies emaciated, their faces pale and gaunt. Their eyes were hollow, reflecting the agony they’d endured.

Scarlett felt a sharp pang of anguish, but she quickly forced it down. She knew better than to show any hint of weakness. Instead, she steeled herself, adopting Ayra’s cold demeanor.

"Ah, Ayra," came a voice from the shadows. Jones stepped forward, his face lit with excitement. His eyes gleamed as he approached Scarlett, his movements eager and uncomfortably familiar.

"You’re still alive," he exclaimed, his tone dripping with twisted glee. He grabbed Scarlett’s arm, spinning her around to inspect her.

Scarlett resisted the urge to recoil, her expression remaining impassive. She was Ayra now, and Ayra wouldn’t flinch.

Jones’s grin widened as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant for her ears alone. "I must admit, I didn’t expect to see you again. This is... delightful."

Scarlett forced a smirk, her voice sharp and commanding. "Did you really think I’d let a little setback keep me down, Jones? I’m not so easily defeated."

Her words were laced with venom, a calculated display of Ayra’s infamous arrogance.

"Yes, she is. Turns out these bastards couldn’t kill her," Austin said, his voice ringing with an outburst of laughter. "But Ayra’s return doesn’t change anything for these fools. They’re still going to die."

Even in their battered state, Garvin, Ethan, Larry, and Maya, who were covered in bruises from merciless beatings, couldn’t help but raise their gazes from the floor to look at Scarlett. Their eyes widened in shock and disbelief. They had watched Ayra die yet here she was, standing before them, alive and unscathed.

"Am I hallucinating from the beating?" Garvin murmured under his breath, panting heavily. His voice was faint, almost inaudible.

"Those motherfuckers had this all planned. Ayra didn’t die after all. They only want us to look like betrayals!" Ethan chimed in, his eyes burning with fury.

Scarlett’s eyes locked onto Garvin, her heart racing with a mixture of relief and sorrow. He was alive, and for now, that was all that mattered.

But as she instinctively took a step forward, Austin’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist firmly and holding her back.

"Not so fast, sister," he said, a smirk curling his lips. "You can look at them all you want, but don’t get too close. These scum don’t deserve your attention."

Scarlett’s eyes flickered with anger, but she forced herself to stay composed. She had to play the role of Ayra flawlessly if she was going to pull off her plan.

"I understand, brother," she replied, her tone sweet but tinged with venom. She let a cold smirk spread across her face. "I just wanted to get a closer look at these motherfuckers."

Austin’s grip relaxed, his smirk widening. He seemed satisfied with her response.

"Good," he said, his voice laced with sadistic amusement. "Now, let’s... enjoy the show."

As Austin’s words hung in the air, Scarlett’s gaze flicked back to Garvin.

Jones, who had been watching from the shadows, let out a hearty laugh. At his signal, four burly naked men stepped forward, each standing menacingly before Garvin, Maya, Larry, and Ethan.

Jones pressed a button on the wall, revealing a hidden panel lined with torture tools. Whips, blades, and other cruel implements gleamed under the dim light.

"They’ve had their beatings, sure," Jones said, his voice brimming with dark humor. "But their bodies are still intact. Why don’t we start cutting off a limb or two? Maybe a nose? Or an ear? What do you think, Ayra?" He grabbed a sharp-edged sword from the shelf, swinging it playfully. "Imagine the screams. It’s your call, since they tried to kill you."

Scarlett’s gaze turned icy as she locked eyes with Jones. Playing Ayra’s role was getting harder by the second, but she couldn’t let her emotions slip.

"I think that’s a great idea, Jones," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "But let’s start small. Another round of beatings will do. I want to see them squirm before we escalate."

Her words were calculated. The torture tools were far too dangerous, and she couldn’t bear to see her comrades endure such agony.

Jones clapped his hands excitedly. "Yes, yes! Beatings it is! I missed the first round, so this will be a treat!"

Austin chuckled darkly. "I like how you think, sister." Then his gaze turned toward Jones. "But why weren’t you here for the initial beatings?"

Jones smirked and directed his gaze toward Maya, who was trembling and sobbing uncontrollably. "I was having a little fun, boss," he said, his tone smug. "She’s a fighter, but damn, she’s good in bed. The four of us took turns... broke her in real nice."

Scarlett’s eyes widened, terror and fury flooding her veins. She turned to Maya, then back to Jones, her body trembling with suppressed rage. Her heart ached, and her mind screamed for vengeance.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she fought to maintain control. Tears welled in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away before anyone could see. Inside, a fiery determination took root.

I’m going to kill you, Jones, she thought with seething rage. I’ll make sure you never touch another woman again.

Jones, oblivious to Scarlett’s inner turmoil, began preparing ropes for the beatings. The four burly men pulled out icy tools, ropes and sharp nail clippers they’d just removed from a bucket of ice water.

"Ayra, you should do the honors," Jones said, handing Scarlett an ornate box. "Beat them yourself. Let out that anger. It won’t fully go away until they’re dead, but at least you’ll make them suffer." He smirked. "You might even want to yank off a few fingernails while you’re at it. Or not. I know you’re not a fan of blood."

Scarlett took the box with a steady hand, masking her turmoil with a cold facade. Opening it, she found a beating rope inside.

Without hesitation, she grasped the rope and walked toward Garvin. Her eyes locked onto his, and she prayed silently for his understanding. She had to be convincing, had to make it look like she was relishing the moment.

As she raised the rope, Scarlett whispered internally, Hold on, Garvin. I’ll save you all. I just need to bide my time.