F U T U R E B A R R I E R
( The 3rd Novel )
Secret Technology, Unrequited Love, Absolute Vengeance
© December 2017 Written by David Wicker
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CHAPTER 33 - "Perdition"
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This chapter is Rated: TEEN
Daniel, being trapped underground in the Arkos sewage treatment tank by Stefani, was currently in an upside-down position on the drain as it softly slurped around his waist and pelvis.
This caused him to gasp in both outrage and offense. The continuous suction and weight pulled him down one slow and gooey inch at a time and the pudding around him gushed up in cyclic spurts around his legs as they flailed above him in a total panic.
He reached his hands out from this flipped position for anything to grab on to but the flanged rubbery edge above him was too greasy and slippery to hold on to and there was nothing below him but a pocket of strangely cold and semi-fresh air.
And his muscles were finally tiring from fighting the mechanism and current for so long. Beyond this darkness he knew the massive septic tank awaited him below.
Realizing the futility of his actions and the utter stupidity for not trying to get away earlier, he finally stopped struggling for a moment to try and think of a better way to get free of this predicament.
But it wouldn't happen.
As soon as he ceased fighting the drain expanded it's rubbery diameter slightly for a moment to hungrily suck him down it completely in one disgusting and slimy gulp. And he was flushed right down the crapper, exactly where Stefani told him he was going - his new home he told himself miserably.
And he wept anew for once again not having tried to escape earlier when he had the perfect chance to.
Suddenly the swirling in the vat stopped from above him and the released turbulence caused countless gallons of whipped excrement, with no momentum, to suddenly fall to the bottom heavily and sludge rapidly down the gorged drain, speeding him on his way through the heavy sewage pipes.
After a moment of dizzying turbulence and being unable to breathe, he suddenly broke free and gasping for breath he saw that he had been perfectly spewed out, curiously alive and unharmed, to his own personal hell, a cesspool asylum, reserved just for him - trapped in the bottom of Arkos' massive sewage storage tank, many miles below the treatment plant.
Where he would spend the remainder of his days, naked, in unending filth, heat, and stink that extended for nearly a quarter of a mile in diameter with only a dim light from above to see by, forgotten by all the citizens of Arkos.
Forgotten that is except for them to unceasingly flush gallons of toilet water and their own personal bodily waste down upon him from above. Perdition. He growled at this, he would escape if he had to climb back up one of those damned sewage pipes - he would do it !
Looking around as his eyes were adjusting to this new level of darkness, he saw he could stand up straight now and was only knee deep in the mire, the stickiness was gone so he quickly shook his arms and chest free of the mess around him.
As for the pipe he came out of, that was nearly 20-feet above him even from this standing position. So he realized he couldn't go back that way.
He knew he would be safe as long as he didn't move from here.
But move he did. Completely oblivious to the danger, he waded forward towards what appeared to him to be the edge of the tank in front of him, hoping to find better footing there only to sink suddenly in the sludge up to his chest.
He had a choice now, he could with difficulty work his way back to his isle of safety or press onwards.
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"Things have to get worse before they can get better," he told himself with a bit of growing confidence, glad to finally hear some maturity in his voice, even if he was only talking to himself. He made his decision.
So saying he grunted angrily and struggling against the increasing stickiness, he took another furious step forward determined there must be a side he can trace on this horrid tank to find an exit -
But to his dismay he sank even further, this time up to his shoulders, and now he was unable to move his legs at all as they slowly sank in the sludge, along with his hopes to a new and low level.
After a futile moment of trying to break free he heard a strange sound directly ahead causing him to freeze suddenly and look, for his eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness.
Two smaller pipe openings, each as thick around as his wrist were directly ahead of him on a flange of the septic chambers, and they started to vibrate against each other.
Almost blind down here earlier he realized now that he had stupidly waded towards them and clearly couldn't even see, but now he was less than a foot from them.
Sinking another terrible inch he could only watch horrified and disgusted as these spigots quietly gurgled and spewed fresh excrement ribboning it around his neck and chin in gruesome wet piles inundating the already fetid air with its new earthy smells.
Had he stayed where he was it wouldn't be so bad and he wouldn't be up to HERE in it - literally - as he was now. He groaned sickly now feeling rather feverish, warm, and dizzy from this whole ordeal and his beyond bad luck for having ever crossed paths with the indomitable Stefani.
His legs were locked tight in the muck and his arms were barely able to move in it. He looked around completely demoralized and beaten from this awful position he was in, and saw there was no escape - this would in fact be his new home, just as she said it would be.
In light of this he realized he wouldn't be alone down here after all either, because right then he could hear Stefani's two terrible words echo and repeat invitingly and incessantly in his ears and he could almost make out her bright and smiling face looking down on him with amusement from above, encouragingly.
And lowering his head in defeat, he realized he was given a more than ample opportunity to do exactly what she expected him to now.
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Back above, the machine above then resumed it's normal cyclonic process and the jetted water increased in temperature and pressure, spiraling down the sides, getting the last bits of filth through the drain before it powered down, awaiting further orders.
Stefani, meanwhile, was sitting off the edge of the plexiglass cross-legged, waiting patiently, to make sure the device completed the entire task to her total satisfaction.
Seeing it was finally done she smacked the floor switch with her heel and stood up to take a look. The protective plexiglass covering jerked away and she peered down to the bottom seeing the vat was perfectly empty aside from a few stains on the edges of the drain.
He was nowhere in sight.
"Good boy." she said quietly as if it were a solemn moment. "You went right down the shitter - just where you belong."
Smiling victoriously she then reached to a metallic shelf at the edge of the vat where a huge pair of ugly green rubber gloves that came up to her elbows sat.
She fit them on and then grabbed the big nozzle at the top near the ceiling and stretched and clamped it tightly to the now empty vat. Seeing it was all secure, she rotated a lever and gallons of new fresh crap glopped out of it to refill the vat.
It stopped just 9-feet from the top, and returning the lever back to it's closed position, she unfastened the connectors and tugged on it a bit to spring retract it back up to the ceiling jumping back so she wasn't get splashed by the edges. She then returned the stained gloves to the counter.
She chuckled to herself looking at the refilled vat as a few nasty bubbles gurgled up from the top of it. Literally gallons of unprocessed human waste.
"Wouldn't want you going hungry, honeypot." she said sarcastically. Satisfied she did a good job, she stepped down from the dais and returning to the landing she put her keycard back in the exit the door buzzed, acknowledging confirmation.
She was now leaving, done with him and his pitiful excuse of a life, or what would be left of it residing down there. But before the door closed behind her, she blew a passionate kiss behind her, and then smacked her own butt with the flat of her hand, hard and painfully, just the way she liked it when she was with a lover she actually cared for.
And then she was gone out the door.
END OF CHAPTER 33
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