Welcome to the Innocent World

Note : This chapter is written in a third person's perspective and not usual Austin's perpective. 

A heavy silence filled the dimly lit underground chamber as two girls carried Austin's motionless body down a long, winding staircase. 

Their giggles echoed in the air, bouncing off the cold stone walls of the hidden passage as they spoke in gleeful, sinister tones. 

"He's a real catch, isn't he?" the first girl said, her tone dripping with amusement. Her fingers, painted a deep crimson, dug lightly into the Austin's arm as they descended. 

"Refined, strong, and completely oblivious," the second girl chimed in, a wicked smile curling at her lips. She glanced at the limp form between them.

"Lord Afro will love him. When he wakes up, he'll be nothing but a weakling, desperate for more sex. All of that energy he gives will flow straight to our Lord." 

They continued their journey down the winding stairwell, the only sound apart from their laughter was the faint shuffle of their footsteps. Their pace was slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment. 

Eventually, they reached the end of the staircase, where a grand set of doors loomed before them, intricately carved with symbols of lust and power. 

Beyond the doors lay Lord Afro's domain—a place where the line between pleasure and torment blurred. 

The doors swung open with a soft creak, revealing a large, dimly lit chamber. Red and violet lights cast an eerie glow, reflecting off glass domes scattered throughout the massive hall. 

"Ahhh yeahh!!.."

"Fucking yes..!!

*Slap* *Slap*

"More...more..."

*Gawk* *Gawk* 

Inside each dome were men, some barely conscious, others lost in a trance of lust, their bodies writhing as they engaged in sex with multiple women at once. 

Tubes connected each dome to a dark, looming figure hidden behind a massive curtain at the far end of the chamber. 

Lord Afro. 

The girls moved swiftly across the chamber, carrying the unconscious Austin's body toward one of the vacant domes. 

"Let's get him settled in," one of the girls said, her voice soft but brimming with excitement. 

They carefully laid his body onto a massive, plush couch inside the glass enclosure, adjusting his limbs as if arranging a piece of art. 

The couch seemed to swallow him whole, wrapping around him like a cocoon. His chest rose and fell gently, but he was motionless and unaware of things happening around. 

"Perfect," the second girl whispered, stepping back to admire their work. "He'll fit right in." 

Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed through the chamber, followed by the soft creak of a door opening. 

The girls turned to see a figure standing at the entrance, cloaked in a dark robe. A grotesque mask, grey and a long shaped nose, obscured the figure's face, giving him an almost comical appearance if not for the aura of menace that surrounded him. 

"He's awake," the masked figure said, his voice low and emotionless. "Feed him more. This will be his last time." 

The girls exchanged a knowing glance, their lips curling into devilish grins. "Ryan," one of them whispered, a hint of mischief in her voice. "Let's pay him a visit." 

With a final glance at the man lying motionless on the couch, the two girls left the dome, the glass door sliding shut behind them with a soft hiss. 

They moved through the chamber with purpose, their eyes gleaming as they approached another dome where a man lay inside, his body weak and drained. 

Ryan. 

The man, once strong and confident, was now a shell of his former self. His skin was pale, his muscles slack, and his eyes were glazed over, barely focused. 

Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, and yet, even in his weakened state, there was a faint murmur on his lips. 

"More…More..." Ryan's voice was barely a whisper, but the word was unmistakable. His body twitched slightly, a faint echo of the man he once was. The two semi-naked girls giggled, their laughter light and mocking. 

"He's still asking for more," one of them said, her tone filled with mock sympathy. "Poor thing doesn't even realize he's completely drained."

The other girl chuckled, placing her hand on the dome. "Don't worry, Ryan. We'll give you what you want. You'll get all the pleasure you crave.." 

Around the massive hall, there were a large group of girls moving toward the back of the chamber, where a massive curtain hung from the ceiling, obscuring the presence of the dark figure beyond it. 

There were more men in masks and robes around, serving as a guard. 

Behind the curtain, a sinister energy pulsed, thick and oppressive, radiating power and malevolence. 

They approached the curtain cautiously, their movements suddenly reverent as if they were about to enter the presence of a god. A low, rumbling voice echoed from behind the curtain, thick with dark energy. 

"You have done well," the voice boomed, its tone both pleased and hungry. "Your efforts will soon bear fruit." 

The girls dropped to their knees, their eyes wide with awe and devotion. "Thank you, Lord Afro," they said in unison, their voices trembling with excitement. "We are honored to serve you." 

A deep, guttural chuckle reverberated through the chamber. 

"Soon," Lord Afro said, his voice like a low growl. 

"Very soon, I will rise again, stronger than before. Every ounce of energy from these men flows to me. And with each one, I grow closer to my revival." 

The girls nodded eagerly, their faces filled with a twisted form of adoration. "We are ready, my lord," one of them said, her voice breathless. "Whatever you need, we will provide." 

Lord Afro's laughter filled the air, dark and resonant. "Your loyalty will be rewarded," he said, his voice dripping with malevolent glee. "But first, we must finish the ritual. The energy from these men—these vessels—is nearly depleted. But they will serve their final purpose soon enough." 

From behind the curtain, there was a faint rustling, followed by a sharp scraping sound. 

The girls froze, their eyes wide with anticipation. A dark, clawed hand emerged from behind the curtain, its nails long and jagged, gleaming in the dim light. 

"Prepare for my awakening," Lord Afro commanded, his voice thick with authority. "It will be glorious." 

The girls faces lit with excitement. "Yes, my lord," they said in unison. 

The other glass domes, each one containing a man locked in a trance of lust, their bodies writhing in pleasure even as their strength was slowly siphoned away. 

The air was thick with moans and gasps, the sound of flesh against flesh, as the men inside the domes continued their endless pursuit of pleasure—completely unaware that their energy was being drained with each passing moment. 

Ryan lay motionless, his eyes half-open but unseeing. His body twitched occasionally, but it was clear he had nothing left to give. Still, his lips moved, repeating the same word over and over again. 

"More… more…" 

The girls exchanged a glance, their smiles widening. 

"Let's give him more..." one of them said with a laugh. 

As they opened the door to Ryan's dome, the dark presence of Lord Afro loomed over the entire chamber, his malevolent energy growing stronger with each passing moment. 

Behind the curtain, long, jagged nails dragged across the stone floor, and Lord Afro's deep, evil laughter echoed through the chamber once more.