Story 29 — Something Bizarre

Paranoid Letters
Sep 6, 2018 · 12 min read

I woke up, not remembering where I was, or how I got there. But I remembered that I had drinks hours earlier. A really, really heavy drinks. So, it wasn’t uncommon for me if I woke up hours later, having a severe headache, not remembering where I was, or how I got there.

But that place was so damn weird.

I mean, I had countless experiences of being drunk, and woke up at nowhere land, but never a place like that. The room was quite small, about 2 x 2 meters, all of its four walls were painted grey, like concretes-or they might actually be concretes, and the ceiling was really low.

2 meters heights for a ceiling? In a room made of concretes? No wonder it was so goddamn hot in there.

When I eventually managed to deal with my headache, tried to get up, with my hands resting on the wall. Dammit! It was so hot! I was heavily sweating and I really need cold water!

My sight was still a bit blurry, but I could see that there was a hole, an open door, on one of the wall. As I walked toward the door, I was slightly knocked on the wall, and the sound it made confirmed that the wall was really made of full concretes instead of bricks.

Who the hell made a very small room with full concretes? I mean, as stupid I might be, I know how expensive it was.

And then, there were more important questions that I need to answer: where was it, how I got there, and how could I got out of it.

Right behind that room’s door was an alley. A corridor. As my sight become clearer, I could see clearly that the corridor lasted as far as my eyes could see. Though I could see a glance of a human figure, standing about 100 meters from the room I just got out from.

I have never been trapped in a desert, but from what I saw in a movie I watched, everything I see seemed to look shadowy, wavy, and blurry due to the heat. And that was exactly what I saw when I walked in that corridor, only 2 meters wide, 2-meter height and the walls were also made of concretes.

As I got closer to the shadowy human figure, I could see clearly that it wasn’t just one or two people. It was a line of human, resting their backs on the wall on each side.

Far more surprising for me as I got closer to just a few meters from them that all humans I saw lining in there were women. Each and every one of them looked pretty, gorgeous and had stunning bodies, wearing only bikinis.

As a normal guy, I’d normally turned on seeing girls with stunning bodies, wearing only bikinis, lining right before my eyes. But not that day. I didn’t even remember what day it was, to begin with. The extreme heat I felt 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 look for flames, we got plenty here,” the other girl, a brunette, who stood across from the first one said while laughing.

“You new here, I see?” the blonde girl asked me. Her question sounds like I was going to stay in that place, like in an apartment or some sort. I was just about to reply that I wasn’t staying in there, but she quickly talked again.

“Enjoy your stay.”

“I’m not staying!” I said loudly with an upset.

“How do I get out of here?” I asked those girls again while staring swiftly between each of them, hoping for an answer.

“You don’t,” the brunette girl answered, still with a gorgeous smile on her face.

That very moment, I just realized something really, really strange. I mentioned earlier that the place was so hot as if it was in a desert, in a broad daylight. I was sweating heavily, but none of those girls were. Every girl I saw lining on that corridor, didn’t even pull a sweat. Not even a bit. They didn’t seem to feel the heat of the place.

I continued walking past them, trying to approach other girls in the corridor. Hoping that one of them might be able to give me a hint to a way out. When I was I halfway through, I heard the brunette spoke again from behind my back, 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 through my shoulder. I was about to confront them, but I was too tired and exhausted. I really need 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 on each side, and gorgeous girls, wearing only bikinis stood in front of each door. What was that place? A brothel?

How did I end up stranded in a brothel?

“Hey, new guy,” a redhead girl, who stood in front of one of the doors in front of me, greeted me.

“Welcome aboard,” said the redhead again, with a soft voice and a gorgeous smile on her face.

“How do I get out of here?” I asked her.

“You don’t, sadly,” she replied.

Same answer, huh? “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 in here, yeah?”

I found it to be an odd question, because she, as well as other girls lining in that corridor, didn’t seem to be suffering from the heat that I felt.

“How can you tell? You didn’t seem to feel it,” I told her, irritated, upset and exhausted while staring at her from head to toe.

“I was once there in your shoes too,” said the redhead calmly, “but after the process was done, I never feel 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 the eerie feeling from it. Something strange. It was as if she was trapped in that place because of a mistake she did herself, and she had to live with it. Because it was her only choice.

“Where are the other guys?” I asked her again.

“The other guys?” she parroted, looked confused.

“Yeah. The other guys. You said you were once in my position too, so I assumed, so is every other girl 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 just see girls here?”

“Well, there were guys like you,” she answered, “but they weren’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 giggling as she said it. Okay, that was it. That girl was cute and gorgeous, and all, but she was also 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 me being tired and exhausted. I need 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 my back, I just realized it. Just like the first row of girls that I walked by earlier, that row also had 2 doors, across to each other. That girl with red hair stood in front of the door on one side. But I didn’t see any other girl standing in front of the other door across from that redhead girl’s door.

But that screaming I just heard, was coming out from inside that door that wasn’t guarded by any girl. I walked toward the door and peeked inside. The door was opened. 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 silhouettes of 2 people having sex. One that was on top, seemed like the guy, as he was seemed to be huge and bulky.

What horrified me was the screaming that came from the girl on the bottom position. Well, I couldn’t see them clearly, but it was clear that the scream was of a girl’s voice.

From their movements, it was clear that they were having sex, so I was right when I assumed that the place was some sort of a 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 like. The only thing I could imagine could make a horrifyingly-painful scream like that was if the guy put in a burned pipe inside the girl’s genital, and he pushed-in and pulled-out. Over and Over.

How much horrifying was that scream? That horrifying.

But that doesn’t seem to be the situation. The guy’s movements, from where I stood, was clearly movements of someone having sex. So, how did the girl made such an unbearable, horrifying scream like that?

“What the hell was that?” I yelled at the girl with the red hair who stood across that room.

“Don’t mind it,” said the redhead, “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 can’t even barely stand hearing it! That girl could probably die from whatever that guy do to her!”

The redhead girl chuckled, satirically.

“So you care about a girl’s fate now?” she asked. Her smile seemed eerier than earlier.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I snapped.

“You are here for a reason,” the redhead girl told me, and then she put one of her hands up and pointed her forefinger at the room across from hers, “that reason.”

Suddenly I remembered something. I understood that redhead girl’s reference.

But that still didn’t answer the basic question I had: where I was, and how I got there?

Out of horror and confusion, I turned my back toward the corridor, and I ran forward. Fast. And as I ran past the rooms in front of me, I saw some rooms were guarded by different girls, all gorgeous and stunning. All of them were wearing only bikinis.

Some other rooms that weren’t guarded by any girls, were exactly in the same conditions as the room I saw earlier. There was a bed inside, covered by a slightly transparent curtain, with silhouettes of a couple having sex inside. And the scream. I heard the exact same horrifyingly-painful scream from the girls who were having sex in those rooms.

I took a little peak on the unguarded rooms one by one as I ran past them. In one of the room, I saw a silhouette of the guy that was having sex with the girl who guarded the room. It was probably just the hallucination my brain made, 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 who were guarding each room, they told me approximately the same things that the other girls I saw earlier said to me.

“You new here?”

“Welcome aboard.”

“Enjoy your stay.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

And the last thing, which 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 in there?

As I ran through a seemingly endless corridor that was getting hotter than the other way around, 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 barely able to breathe.

I immediately fell on my knees, and my sights started fading out. 2 girls that were stood not far in front of me just stood and stare. Not doing anything. One girl said, “hey, the process is nearly over”, while the other girl adding, “welcome aboard. Welcome.”

Right after that, everything I saw went black. I passed out.

I didn’t remember how long I had been passing out. 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 I tried to rub my surroundings. I was sure I was lying on a bed.

When my eyes finally able to see clearly, I really found myself lying on a bed, that was covered by a slightly transparent curtain all over it. I tried to get up and sit. And when I finally able to sit, that was when the horror resumed.

I looked below, and I saw that I had boobs. And I wore bikinis.

“What the hell?!” I shouted frantically.

I stared at my arms, legs, and body. They looked slim, clean, smooth and girly. Almost looked like it belonged to one of the girls I saw on the corridor earlier.

In a panic, I rubbed all over my body, and my face. My hair got longer than it should be. And then I remembered something. I immediately pulled open my pants, and it horrified me as I noticed that my penis was gone. And it wasn’t just gone. My male genital was replaced by a female genital. A vagina.

I freaked out. I tried to get up of the bed in a panic. And 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 be my face. But it wasn’t.

I knew I was the one staring into the mirror, but the face reflected on the mirror wasn’t mine. It wasn’t even a male’s face. The face I saw in the mirror was a woman’s face. The face looked like me, the structure, the hair color, the birthmark, everything. But it was a woman’s face. A gorgeous woman’s face.

Just when I was stunned there, thinking of what was just happened to me, I heard a 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 be added he, also had horns on each side of his head.

“Welcome aboard new guy… Errr…,” he quickly revised his words, with 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, froze.

“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 echoing throughout the room.

“Long story short, you’re dead,” said the demon.

“You know better than me that you’ve been raping countless of women while you’re alive. And if you’re at least bit religious, which I believe you’re not,” he laughed again as he explained, “you’d know that it was considered a sin, a huge one and that there will be a punishment for those acts.”

“Now, this place is the 5th 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 in the corridor, will be transformed into a gorgeous woman. Your kind of type, don’t worry. So, we hope you like how you transformed into.”

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 demons who worked in hell.”

“You probably didn’t know, we demons, are working here in hell. Like you do in the 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, and he continued, “you know, BROTHELL, with double L, so there’s HELL in it. BRO.”

The demon laughed again. His devilish laugh getting a lot creepier than the last time.

“If you refuse to serve these demons,” said the demon again, with the emphasis on the word “refuse”, “you will be raped by them.”

“Of course you wouldn’t mind, right? Since you do the same thing to countless innocent girls while you’re alive.”

Just when the demon done with his words, the curtain suddenly pulled aside wider to the other side from where the demon stood. Right there and then, I saw another guy stood 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.”

“It will be painful at first, but don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

I turned my head to the other demon who just came in. I stared at him, below his stomach, at his crotch. There was a gigantic penis attached to it.

And then I remembered why the girls who served them earlier were screaming like it was horrifyingly painful. It was exactly like what I thought it was.

That second demon’s penis wasn’t just gigantic.

It was burning in flames.

Paranoid Letters

weird fiction and psychological horror story author. my facebook fanpage: https://www.facebook.com/pg/paranoidletters

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