After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 522

Trigger Warning: Don’t worry, it’s NOT rape.

Rather, it’s literal mention of shit (it’s part of the enemy torture). Anyway, it’s gross, so be warned. Try not to skip the chap though cuz’ I wouldn’t be writing a summary in the comments for this one.

Just don’t read while you’re eating. LMAO

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Limestone Caves, 40 Minutes before the Declaration

"Whwowar you?!" Penko yelled through the fabric, ignoring the piercing pain in his body. However, his yell pushed the fabric deeper in his throat, giving him a more intimate taste of the fabric. He coughed loudly in disgust but it was tied to him and he couldn’t do anything about it—not when all his appendages were broken.

It took several bouts of coughs before he managed to tilt his head to look closer at the attackers. Belatedly, he realized they were familiar faces!

It was those men from the what’s-it-called? Terran Mercenary Team! They were strong and were all elementalists!

They dared attack them so openly?! Aren’t they afraid to be hunted down by their mercenary team?!

Inuk had a similar reaction. Unlike Penko who was more reactive, Inuk had a bit more of a leveled head despite being drowned in pain. He tilted his head to the side and bobbed his head, trying to use the momentum to get rid of the fabric.

It was to no avail of course and seeing his efforts another enemy (Mao) even stuffed another one in his mouth so it got as wide as it could be—filled with disgusting fabric.

His eyes were red as he glared at the men, cursing them through muffled yells. This earned him a couple more kicks to the stomach, and the reflex was to gulp and cough so more of the smell and the solid came in.

Inuk badly wanted to vomit and his body gurgled puke, filling up his mouth with the disgusting bile. It got so much he choked with a bit leaking out through the fabric.

"Eeh, gross," Mao said as he looked at the paling face of the aborigine, proceeding to kick the other one’s stomach.

BANG!

Gurglegurle—

The other one also vomited and Mao cringed, body wiggling as if ice was just placed at the back of his neck.

Eagle sighed and shook his head. "Stop playing, it’s almost time."

"Ah, yes, yes," Mao said and along with the others they either dragged or kicked the slave drivers in one place for better ’management’.

As such, the two dozen or so slave drivers were lined up neatly on the floor, surrounded by the slaves they tortured.

There were hundreds of slaves there so they naturally couldn’t fit in one cavern, but they cooperated in a way among themselves—allowing people to look at the poor state of the men in turns.

They might not be able to hurt them physically, but after some experimentation they could still exact a bit of petty revenge. Most who passed spit on them. Some even peed and some shit directly on them.

"Ah, I held it back for too long it’s black now!" One said, literally shitting on a person’s face. He targeted this Terran a lot, and it was obvious he had been tortured during his stay there. The former slave driver could only scream as—

"Too graphic! Too graphic!" Mao yelled, effectively cutting the imagery.

Anyway, it was all very disgusting but the Alterans just let them be. They couldn’t imagine how much these people suffered during this time. They must want to do more, but this was all they could do, and they would give it to them.

Sammy sighed. "Too bad they couldn’t torture them any other way."

"Seeing them eating my shit is good enough," one of the slaves next to him said. The others nearby nodded in agreement. "Thank you so much for rescuing us."

"Meh, Bright is our ally, but we won’t go out of our way unless it has advantages for Altera," Eagle humbly said with a smile, looking around them. "Like this place."

The slaves smiled lightly, some still chewing on the small pieces of bread given to them—trying to make them last as long as possible—while some sipping the water bit by bit.

"There should still be some more inside," Chris said. He knew these two must’ve come from somewhere, but seeing that there were no slaves coming out of that direction, he decided to take a look himself.

He was a scout so it wasn’t difficult to trace where they just were.

After a few minutes, he found the two half-naked women on the floor.