I woke up, not remembering where I was or how I got there. But I did remember that I had drinks hours earlier. Really, really heavy drinks. So, it wasn’t uncommon for me to wake up hours later, not remembering where I was or how I got there, accompanied by a severe headache.
But this place was so damn weird.
I mean, I had countless experiences of being drunk and waking up in random places, but never a place like this. The room was quite small, about 2 x 2 meters, with all four walls painted gray, like concrete—or maybe they actually were concrete—and the ceiling was really low.
2 meters high for a ceiling? In a room made of concrete? No wonder it was so goddamn hot in there.
When I finally managed to deal with my headache and tried to get up, using my hands to push off the wall—damn! It was so hot! I was drenched in sweat and really needed cold water!
My sight was still a bit blurry, but I could see a hole, an open door, in one of the walls. As I walked toward the door, I knocked slightly on the wall, and the sound confirmed it was really made of solid concrete instead of bricks.
Who the hell made such a small room out of solid concrete? I mean, as stupid as I might be, I know how expensive that would be.
Then, there were more important questions I needed to answer: where was I, how did I get here, and how could I get out?
Right behind that room’s door was an alley. A corridor. As my sight became clearer, I could see the corridor stretched as far as my eyes could see. I could see a glimpse of a human figure standing about 100 meters from the room I had just exited.
I’ve never been trapped in a desert, but from what I saw in movies, everything seemed shadowy, wavy, and blurry due to the heat. That was exactly what I saw as I walked in that corridor, only 2 meters wide, 2 meters high, with concrete walls.
As I got closer to the shadowy figure, I could see clearly it wasn’t just one or two people. It was a line of humans, resting their backs on the walls on each side.
Far more surprising was that all the people I saw were women. Each one looked pretty, gorgeous, and had stunning bodies, wearing only bikinis.
As a normal guy, I'd normally be turned on seeing girls with stunning bodies, wearing only bikinis, right before my eyes. But not that day. I didn’t even remember what day it was to begin with. The extreme heat inside that place seriously disturbed me; I couldn’t even think clearly anymore.
“Water…,” I murmured faintly to one of the girls who stood on the right side of the wall, in front of the door closest to where I was.
“Sorry, mate, no water here,” the blonde girl replied, smiling calmly while staring back at me.
“But if you’re looking for flames, we’ve got plenty here,” another girl, a redhead, who stood across from the first one, said while laughing.
“You’re new here, I see?” the blonde girl asked me. Her question sounded like I was going to stay in that place, like in an apartment or something. I was just about to reply that I wasn’t staying there, but she quickly spoke again.
“Enjoy your stay.”
“I’m not staying!” I said loudly, upset.
“How do I get out of here?” I asked those girls again, staring swiftly between each of them, hoping for an answer.
“You don’t,” the redhead girl answered, still with a gorgeous smile on her face.
At that moment, I realized something really, really strange. I mentioned earlier that the place was so hot it felt like a desert in broad daylight. I was drenched in sweat, but not those girls. Every girl I saw lining the corridor didn’t even break a sweat. Not a bit. They didn’t seem to feel the heat of the place.
I continued walking past them, trying to approach another girl in the corridor, hoping one of them might give me a hint to a way out. That was when I heard the redhead speak again, half yelling.
“Enjoy your stay. The process will be over soon enough.”
“Process? What process?” I thought to myself. I stopped and slightly looked back at them over my shoulder. I was about to confront them, but I was too tired and exhausted. I really needed to get out of there immediately. So, I resumed my walk.
While walking forward, I was thinking. The place was a long corridor with doors lining each side, and gorgeous girls wearing only bikinis stood in front of each door. Was this place a brothel?
How did I end up stranded in a brothel?
“Hey, new guy,” another blonde girl with short hair, who stood in front of one of the doors ahead, greeted me.
“Welcome aboard,” she said again, with a soft voice and also a gorgeous smile on her face.
“How do I get out of here?” I asked her.
“You don’t, sadly,” she replied.
Same answer? I don’t? Okay. That was it. It started to irritate me. Theoretically, if there was a way in, there should be a way out. Just when I was about to confront her and force her to tell me the way out, she asked something back.
“It’s extremely hot here, yeah?”
I found it odd because she, as well as the other girls lining the corridor, didn’t seem to be suffering from the heat I felt.
“How can you tell? You don’t seem to feel it,” I told her, irritated, upset, and exhausted.
“I was once in your shoes too,” she said, “but after the process was done, I never felt the heat anymore.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. I promise,” she explained, with a smile on her face. Her smile was stunning, but I felt an eerie feeling from it. Something strange. It was as if she was trapped in that place because of a mistake she made herself, and she had to live with it. Because it was her only choice.
“Where are the other guys?” I asked her again.
“The guys?” she parroted.
“Yeah. The guys. You said you were once in my position too, so I assumed, so were all the other girls here,” I explained. “But I suppose there were also other guys here, right? I mean, other than me.”
“Oh,” she muttered, “yeah. The guys like you.”
“Yeah, where are they? Why do I only see girls here?”
“Well, there were guys like you,” she answered, “but they aren’t here anymore.”
After she finished her sentence, she suddenly stopped. And she looked like she was thinking and was about to correct something in her words.
“Well, technically speaking, they are still here… but not here… well… I don’t know how to put it,” she explained. She tilted her head a bit and giggled as she said it. Okay, that was it. That girl was cute and gorgeous, but she was stupid as hell. My patience started to run out, and I was about to grab her and beat her up. Force her to tell me a crystal clear answer to every question I asked.
I didn’t care anymore about being tired and exhausted. I needed to get out of that place right away, and I’d do anything for that!
When I was about to grab her, I heard a scream from the other side of the corridor.
When I turned back, I just realized it. Just like the first row of girls I walked by earlier, this row also had two doors, across from each other. The girl with short blonde hair stood in front of the doors on one side. But I didn’t see any other girl standing in front of the other door across from the blonde girl’s door.
But that scream I just heard was coming from inside that door that wasn’t guarded by any girl. I walked toward the door and peeked inside. The door was open. Inside, I saw a slightly transparent curtain covering something that looked like a bed. The curtain was only slightly transparent, so I couldn’t see the people inside clearly, just their silhouettes.
On the bed, inside the transparent curtain, I saw the silhouettes of two people having sex. The one on top seemed to be a guy, as he was huge and bulky.
What horrified me was the screaming that came from the girl on the bottom. Well, I couldn’t see them clearly, but it was clear the scream was a girl’s voice.
From their movements, it was clear they were having sex, so I was right in assuming this place was some sort of brothel. But the scream I heard from the girl wasn’t a scream of pleasure. It was a scream of pain. A lot of pain.
I couldn’t describe how horrifying the scream sounded. The only thing I could imagine causing such a horrifyingly painful scream was if the guy put a burning pipe inside the girl’s genitals and pushed it in and pulled it out. Over and over.
How horrifying was that scream? That horrifying.
But that doesn’t seem to be the situation. The guy’s movements, from where I stood, were clearly the movements of someone having sex. So, how did the girl make such an unbearably horrifying scream?
“What the hell is that?” I yelled at the girl with short blonde hair who stood across from that room.
“Don’t mind it,” she said. “You’ll get used to it.”
“What the fuck? Get used to what? That’s insane!” I yelled at her again.
"You heard that scream? That's horrifying! I could barely stand hearing it! That girl could probably die from whatever that guy is doing to her!"
The blonde girl chuckled.
"So you care about a girl now?" she asked, her smile seeming eerier than before.
"Why wouldn't I?" I snapped.
"You are here for a reason," the blonde girl told me, then raised her hand and pointed her forefinger at the room across from hers, "that reason."
Suddenly, I remembered something. I understood the blonde girl's reference.
But that didn't answer the basic questions: where was I, and how did I get here?
Out of horror and confusion, I turned my back to the corridor and ran. Fast. As I ran past the rooms, I saw some were guarded by different girls, all gorgeous and stunning. All of them were wearing only bikinis.
Other rooms that weren't guarded were exactly like the room I saw earlier. There were beds inside, covered by slightly transparent curtains, with silhouettes of a couple having sex inside. And the screams. I heard the exact same horrifyingly painful screams from the girls who were having sex in those rooms.
I took a quick peek into the unguarded rooms as I ran past them. In one room, I saw the silhouette of a guy having sex with a girl who was guarding the room. It was probably just a hallucination, but it looked like one of the guys had horns on his head.
That was not the end of the horror for me.
As I ran past the girls guarding each room, they told me approximately the same things that the other girls had said to me earlier.
"You new here?"
"Welcome aboard."
"Enjoy your stay."
"You'll get used to it."
And the last thing I couldn't get out of my mind was this: "The process will be over soon enough."
Process? What process? Where was I? How did I get here?
As I ran through the seemingly endless corridor, which was getting hotter with each step, I started to feel weird. My head felt dizzy. I felt like I was about to throw up. I was still sweating, but my body felt cold. I could barely breathe.
I immediately fell to my knees, and my sight started fading out. Two girls who were standing not far in front of me just stood and stared. Not doing anything. One girl said, "Hey, the process is nearly over," while the other girl added, "Welcome aboard. Welcome."
Right after that, everything went black. I passed out.
I didn't remember how long I had been unconscious. When I woke up, I felt like I was lying on something plushy. I no longer felt the heat. Not at all. I looked around and tried to rub my surroundings. I thought I was lying on a bed.
When my eyes finally focused, I found myself lying on a bed, covered by a slightly transparent curtain. I tried to get up and sit. And when I finally managed to sit up, the horror resumed.
I looked down and saw that I had breasts. And I was wearing a bikini.
"What the hell?!" I shouted frantically.
I stared at my arms, legs, and body. They looked slim, clean, smooth, and girly. Almost like they belonged to one of the girls I saw in the corridor earlier.
In panic, I rubbed all over my body and my face. My hair was longer than it should be. Then I remembered something. I immediately pulled down the bikini bottoms and was horrified to see that my penis was gone. It wasn't just gone; my male genitalia was replaced by female genitalia. A vagina.
I freaked out. I tried to get off the bed in panic. As I turned around, there was a mirror hanging on the wall above the bed. I stared at the face in the mirror. My face. It should have been my face. But it wasn't.
I knew I was the one staring into the mirror, but the face reflected there wasn't mine. It wasn't even a male face. The face I saw in the mirror was a woman's face. The face looked like me in structure, hair color, and birthmark. But it was a woman's face. A gorgeous woman's face.
Just when I was stunned, trying to comprehend what had just happened to me, I heard the sound of the curtain being pulled aside. I immediately turned around.
I was shocked to see a man standing there. He was huge and bulky. And he was red all over from head to toe. And, to add to the horror, he also had horns on each side of his head.
"Welcome aboard, new guy... Errr...," he quickly revised his words, sarcasm in his tone, "...girl."
I was shocked and stunned. I didn't know what to do or how to react. So I just sat there on the bed, frozen.
"So, here's the thing," the man started his explanation, "I'm a demon. And you're now in hell."
"Like I said, welcome aboard," his devilish laugh echoed throughout the room.
"Long story short, you're dead," the demon said.
"You know better than me that you've been raping countless women while you were alive. And if you're at least a bit religious, which I believe you're not," he explained as he laughed again, "you'd know that it was considered a sin, a huge one, and that there would be a punishment for those acts."
"This place is the fifth level of hell, zone C, to be exact. A place for hardcore rapists like you, who rape for a living. Something like that."
"The punishment for rapists here is that you, just like those 'girls' out there lining the corridor, will be transformed into a gorgeous woman. Your kind of type. So, we hope you like how you transformed."
When the demon said that sentence, I remembered one of the things those girls said to me: "The process will be over soon enough."
"And your job here. I mean, the punishment," the demon continued, "is to sexually serve all the demons who work in hell."
"You probably didn't know, but we demons work here in hell. Like you do in an office. And we need to refresh from our duty too, from time to time. So there is this brothell."
The demon stopped, staring deeply at me as he continued, "you know, BROTHELL, with double L, so there's HELL in it. BRO."
The demon laughed again. His devilish laugh was getting a lot creepier than before.
"If you refuse to serve these demons," the demon said again, with an emphasis on the word "refuse," "you will be raped by them."
"Of course, you wouldn't mind, right? Since you did the same thing to countless innocent girls while you were alive."
Just when the demon finished his words, the curtain suddenly pulled aside wider from the other side of where the demon stood. Right there and then, I saw another guy standing there. Another demon. He was huge, bulky, red all over from head to toe, and had horns on each side of his head.
"Now, this," the first demon continued, "is your first customer."
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it."
I turned my head to the other demon who had just come in. I stared at him, below his stomach, at his crotch. There was a gigantic penis attached there.
And then I remembered why the girls who served them were screaming like that. It was exactly what I thought it was.
That second demon's penis wasn't just gigantic.
It was flaming.
