Book Three – Chapter Three – Part Four – The Mad Dog Awakens (R-18)

Watching from a distance, Servi observed Sonny walk into a dinky little place called Boxcar. It was around half the size of The Berrycanta Inn, but all a single floor. More accurately, it was a large, crimson shipping container-like box masquerading as a brothel. It had no windows to see into or out of, and the lone door, placed in the very middle, was painted black. It was an odd design, to be sure, but Sonny didn’t see that. In his eyes, he saw a golden palace: a place in which he could ejaculate away the stresses of life while under the influence of Pink Monotonia.  

When Servi followed him inside, her nostrils were temporarily assaulted by the smell of sex, cheap cigars, and water-downed liquor, while her remaining eye took in a most peculiar sight.  There were no boundaries. No walls to separate the copious amounts of bodies that sweated together in feverous fits of passion. It was a single room with beds and chairs, with a small bar set up to the right that sold the elusive Pink Monotonia for cheap.   

Servi saw Sonny in the far corner of the Boxcar. His face, between two sets of perky scaley breasts belonging to a red and black Koena, twisted into a grin of lust as a third woman, a Human with the name ‘Desire’ tattooed on her lower back, placed a pink pill on her tongue. Kissing him, she forced him to swallow it. Servi turned away and looked to her left, where she saw a woman with silver nipple tassels leaning against the red wall. Her face, perfectly still with a frozen expression of ecstasy, was covered in a thin string-like white substance while a man thrusted his hips in-between her spread legs. Grunting all the while, the man gave one last final thrust, shooting his seed inside the now unconscious woman, who didn’t react in any way.  

However, there was something about the unconscious woman that was off.  It took her a few seconds to realize she had a single eye. That was when Servi discovered that of all the women she saw performing debaucherous acts of pleasure, the majority of them were missing an eye. Unlike Servi's freshly empty socket, theirs were healed and prettied up.

As the man fumbled with his britches, a familiar woman walked over to Servi and tapped her shoulder.  

Servi, it’s the Elf you asked for directions when we were looking for that armor shop. Do you remember? She had those heart-shaped stickers on her body, but I don’t see any now. Why is she naked? 

“My, my, my, how awful! Don’t worry, sweetie, that eye can be dolled up,” she leaned in closer, allowing Servi to unconsciously take a whiff of her sweet berry-like perfume. “But if you’re willing to put it to use, some of our more ‘passionate’ patrons have a particular fetish that involves that socket. If you join, we won’t have to draw straws to determine who gets enucleated.  Sweetie, you’ll be rich. That is why you came here, correct? I don’t know why any girl would willingly come here unless they wanted to be fucked.” 

Enucleated? Is that why some of the women are missing an eye? Itarr asked.

Servi didn’t answer, instead choosing to scan her eye downward as she took in the striking figure of the woman. Her breasts, still as big as ever, were just the right size to devour any hand that couldn’t resist their appealing nature. Her pink nipples seductively contrasted with her pale, snowy white skin. Her hips were thick and soft, and her thighs were the target of many men and women who wished to get in between them.  

The woman grinned and swept her blond hair behind her pointy ears. “You like them? I do admit that I’m more blessed than my Elven sisters,” the Elf pushed her breasts together. “How about it? Want a taste of me? Do you wish to cross the superficial boundaries the church created? An Elf and Human, rolling and cradling each other in passionate love with nothing left to the imagination, sounds perfect. Don’t you think so? Don’t be scared. Just leave everything to me, sweetie....” 

Licking her lips, the Elf leaned in with the idea of stealing a kiss. Servi avoided her and moved in at an angle. Her hot breath tickled the Elf's ears, and Servi opened her mouth to nibble it.  She used just enough force so that her bite teetered on the thin margin between pleasure and pain.

Servi? What about Momo? We can’t get distracted. Come on! 

“Aaahhhhhh….” moaned the Elf. “How did—Mmmmmmppp….” her breathing went ragged as she opened her mouth to reveal a pink pill wrapped in her wet tongue.

Was she trying to make you swallow that? It looks dangerous, so I’ll absorb it, But enough! We need to move! 

Servi caressed the Elf’s panting face with her two soft hands before moving down to her chest. She had made the pair of delectable fruits her property. Her two hands molded and toyed with both tits as she enjoyed their warmness before focusing on her two erect bits. Squeezing her nipples, Servi led the lustful Elf over to a wall and pushed her against it. She moaned in response and leaned in, licking Servi’s ears passionately. The pleasure they both felt did very little for Itarr, who grew angrier and angrier.  

SERVI! Itarr tried to flood Servi’s soul with some emotion, any emotion at all, to snap her out of the trance-like state, but nothing she did worked. No, it was like she was unable to do anything. Her cages refused to listen to her commands and remained locked up, unable to be tampered with in even the tiniest way.  

Like a prisoner, Itarr was forced to watch and sob as Servi’s libido almost got the better of her. The moment her wet tongue lapped the Elf’s left nipple twice, licking her salty sweat and replacing it with her saliva, it happened.  

The man who had thrusted his hips like no tomorrow finally managed to pull his pants up and turned around, revealing he had a weird scar on his cheek that was still raw. Unable to keep his footing, he slammed into the wall, conking his head and losing consciousness for but a few moments. 

The number 10? Why would he carve it into his face? Is it important? Maybe he’s part of the Mafia? Itarr said, fighting through the tears. She wanted nothing more than to turn away and close her eyes, but she couldn't.  Perhaps it was a curse of being inside of someone, but Itarr couldn't turn blind to the things she didn't want to see.

But maybe that’s who you used to be? I believe you had a hard life because you maimed and scarred yourself on purpose without a second of hesitation, but I hope you know this one thing. No matter your past, and no matter your memories, I will love you. Forever and ever. I just wish I could do something… Itarr whimpered.  

Two men in black suits hurried to the scarred man and took a shoulder each before he completely collapsed.  

“He’s fucked up. How many did he take?” asked the bald one on the left.  

“I stopped countin’ at seven,” replied the one on the right with a heavy stomach.  

“Let’s just get him back home. Hey, he’s got the map and introductions, right?”  

The heavy man dug deep into the guy’s pocket, groaning when he made contact with something sticky and cold. “Yeah, it’s in there. But it’s covered in—” 

“Shit. I ain’t touching that. The 10th can scrape it off himself. I ain’t touching that.” 

The heavy man sighed and readjusted his grip. “Yeah, I know. You didn’t have to say it twice. Let’s just get out of here and hide it so he won’t get punished.” 

The two men led the scarred man out, and Servi went to walk away from the Elf.  Her youthful face and busty body, flushed wet with her hot sweat, accentuated her mature physique.  The dim lighting hid most of her features, but a few stray candles reflected off her bodily fluids.  In a way, she glowed like a Fertility Goddess.

“Wait…” the Elf cried. She reached out and grabbed Servi’s right hand, placing it near her honeysuckle. “I’m— Aah!” Servi responded by pulling the Elf into a tight embrace, slipping two fingers inside her hot snatch in the process. She was completely soaked, with some of her juices leaking down her thighs. 

The Elf moaned and nearly lost strength in her legs but gripped Servi’s hand with her thighs to stay upright. With the Elf's mouth wide open, Servi retrieved the pink pill from her ring and placed it on the Elf’s tongue, making sure to give it a sensual rub with her index finger. And for her final touch, Servi leaned in and whispered, “Swallow,” before giving her toy's ear one last nibble.  This time, she bit hard on purpose and tasted iron in her mouth.

The Elf nodded quickly, swallowed, and opened her mouth. “Nene… That’s my—AAAH!!” Servi didn't know if the scream was pain or pleasure, but it didn't matter. 

“Good,” whispered the one-eyed girl who sadistically grinned. “Here’s your reward, Nene.” 

A look of euphoric pleasure littered her face and exploded into something more when Servi curled her two fingers upward, sliding them in and out rapidly. But that wasn’t all. Servi had moved back down to Nene’s breasts and sucked as if she was a nursing baby.

Her snatch squeezed her fingers as Servi dealt the final blow. Using her teeth, Servi gently bit the erect nipple she sucked on and slowly curled her fingers once again.  She pressed against Nene's vaginal walls, scraping them with her nails with the process.  It should have hurt since Servi felt a second wet sticky substance coat her fingers, but it was like Nene couldn't feel pain.

“AAAAHHHHHHH!” Nene’s body convulsed as Servi removed her fingers for the final time. The pleasure was far too much for her bladder to bear, and she pissed herself. Servi used her free hand to support her as she stuck her crimson-stained fingers in Nene's mouth. 

"Clean up the mess you made," she ordered.

Nene didn't couldn't understand words at the moment, but she knew what she had to do.  With all the excitement of a happy dog, she lapped her wet tongue and sucked her blood and juices from Servi's fingers. Like an exploring an unknown land, Nene didn't leave a single millimeter of skin untouched by her pink tongue.

"Good," Servi muttered.  She quickly stopped supporting Nene and walked backwards. With nothing to hold her up, Nene collapsed to her knees. Her ragged breaths sent her tilting back until she fell on the filthy red carpet. Urine mixed with crimson sputtered out with every deep breath.  

“FUCK ME!”  Nene shouted. The woman she was before she took the pill disappeared, and nothing but a lust-filled shell of a person remained.  Whether it was her choice or the will of the pink pill she swallowed, Itarr didn't know. “My holes! JUST FUCK ME! I NEED—” Spreading her legs wide open, Servi walked out as a group of men came to blows over who would be the first one to explore her forbidden area. Amid their brawl, a lone elderly man snuck over and took her for himself. Leaving that entire mess behind them, Itarr was glad to be out of that sex-filled, debaucherous whorehouse. Even after walking away, Itarr still heard an eruption of passion coming from the Boxcar.  Her anger overflowed, and she took it out on Servi.

Why did you waste time on her?! We could’ve been looking for Momo?! Isn’t she more important than some stupid Elf?!! But why did you force her to swallow that pill? Why do all of this when we could’ve been looking for Momo?!?!! I don’t understand, but I might if you talk to me!!  Please, answer me!! I’m so confused!! Itarr shouted, exasperated at Servi’s behavior.  

“…”  

Leaving the Boxcar, Servi saw the two men supporting who she thought was their boss. The scarred man they carried produced a weird noise and thrashed his arms around.  The two men backed off, and he fell to the ground, emptying his stomach of the mistakes he had made that night in a patch of grass. After spewing out the contents of his stomach, he fumbled into his pants and pulled out seven pills.  The two men groaned as they watched him down the pills and fall to his stomach.  They were just far enough apart and distracted for her to put her plan into action.  

Pulling out a dagger, Servi calmly walked over to the men, who had their back turned. But she first stopped by a small patch of grass that stubbornly clung to life. Her left hand was slimy and wet with the Elf’s salvia, so she crouched down and wiped her hand on the green grass. After transitioning the fluids to the new owner, Servi continued to creep on the two men.   

Listen to me!! Servi!! 

Itarr’s word fell on deaf ears, and Servi made her move when she was within a meter of her target. Her left hand was raised up in a claw-like formation. Under the pale moonlight, Servi slit the neck of the heavyset man with the dagger in her right hand while using her left to cover his mouth. Then falling back, she rotated around his body until she sat on his waist. With his mouth still covered, Servi forced her hand into his neck, making sure to rip and tear anything her hands touched. These motions were performed by her as if she had practiced them hundreds or even thousands of times before, and it was like she couldn’t feel the hot stickiness of the blood that covered her right arm up to her elbow.

It was more hellish and brutal than anything Itarr had witnessed during her few months with Servi, and if she could vomit, she would’ve.  

After tearing out his windpipe, Servi left the man to choke on his own blood as she slithered to her next target. Her hands, down by her waist in a relaxed position, yearned for the chance to act again. Her dagger wished to be used as it was intended to: it wanted to end the lives of its user’s enemies. Blood dripped from her left fingers, nurturing the ground in the liquid that fueled the lives of nearly every living thing in the world.

“Hey, Tat—” the bald man went to speak but was silenced when Servi stabbed the back of his neck with her dagger. The moonlight, corrupted by crimson, reflected off the tip of her weapon. It was sudden, but he found himself on his back before he knew it. As with the heavy man, Servi used one hand to cover her prey’s mouth and used her free hand to dig for bloody gold inside his throat, pulling out his trachea in the process. After searching deeper, she found a part of his rigid spine and smiled. Crushing it, Servi watched as an immeasurable amount of pain assaulted the bald man. With no fully functional spinal cord, he could do nothing but wait. Would it be the shock of the pain that killed him? Or would it be blood loss?

Servi didn’t care about that. She didn’t care about the life of the heavyset man, nor did she care about the two red souls that flowed into her ring.  They were power, nothing more and nothing less.

She did glance over to the scarred man and noticed his body must’ve shut down from the seven pills he’d ingested.  

“Should I kill him? Would he come for revenge?” she said out loud as she searched through both the pockets of the men she had killed. Finding nothing but cigarettes and pills, she tossed them away and walked towards her main target.  

Servi? Are you going to kill him too? If you are, then can you tell me why? It’s like you can’t hear me. Did you… 

She kicked him onto his back and searched his pockets. Upon finding a sticky object, she pulled it out to discover it was an envelope. It had no noticeable or discernible details.  

But that was on the outside. The inside, however, contained something else: something attention-grabbing and more worthwhile, especially when compared against the value of the two men she’d just killed.

Two items were packed closely together within the envelope. The first was a simple map leading to a place called Deset.  

The second was a letter addressed to a Mr. John Carri, who belonged to the Mafia Numbered division. Coincidentally, he was the newest member of the 10th division, and the letter said it contained seven Pink Monotonia for him to celebrate with at a particular place called the Boxcar.  

But that wasn’t all. This letter held the key for Servi to start her week-long journey to rescue Momo. It gave her an in.  

“With the you-know-what coming in a week, this is a task to all Numbered. Using your own judgement, find someone strong and loyal to send to your residential base. Lie if you have to, and use their weaknesses and fear to help, but make sure the one you pick is strong. Whether it is mentally or physically matters little in the grand scheme of things. We will be busier than ever, and we need the extra hands. Note: burn this letter after reading,” Servi said, reading the very last part of the letter louder than the rest.

Servi, did you know about this from the very beginning? 

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" exploding into a fit of laughter, Servi stomped down on John’s arm and crushed it in two. Instead of waking up from the pain, Servi noticed the crotch area of his pants tighten.

“What kind of a fucking moron actually keeps the map and letter on his person? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” 

She stomped his other arm. “Fucking piece of trash! You’ve doomed your entire organization!! They’re going to fucking die, and it’s all your fault!” 

Servi stomped on his two legs many times and enjoyed the crunching noise of his bones shattering beneath her feet. To end his misery, she gave his head a light kick, as one would a ball, and watched as it rolled a few meters away. Looking down, she saw blood gush out from the new hole.    

“I guess the ground’s the only thing you’re going to make wet from now on,” Servi spat on his corpse and decided to take a look at her ID.  

Now that her anger had somewhat subsided, it was like a hazy fog that clouded her mind disappeared. She felt more in control of herself, like the anger had displaced itself throughout her mind instead of being concentrated in one spot. And now that it was all spread out, Servi was sure she wouldn’t lose control again.  Even if Servi's heart was set ablaze by the very flames of hatred that turned her into a mad dog during her fight with Fisher, she had a central goal to focus on.

“I didn’t think I’d find a way in so soon. It shouldn’t be that hard, but I should look through my ID to find some skills that’ll be useful. And after I rescue Momo, what do I do?” she whispered in a calming and smooth voice that did little to match her bloody and scarred appearance. 

Servi, we should try to talk to Momo! I know we— 

“I got it. I know what I have to do. Since Mosie... Since she said she hated me, I’ll leave. She deserves someone way better than me, like Srassa. I know we made that promise where you would stop me if I lost control of myself and there was a chance to hurt Momo, but here’s the thing. I am angry, and I am pissed off, but it’s not at her. I’m 100% in total control of my actions. It’s not like when I fought Fisher, it’s not the same as when I fought Arty in the tournament, and it’s certainly not the same when I killed those people who ambushed us. It’s hard to describe what I’m feeling, but I would say ‘normal.’ I feel normal in every way possible. I’m entirely conscious of these violent thoughts that are rushing through my head. To kill, to maim, to torture and drown, I feel the urge to take life after life after life. But I desire—no, I know I can control those urges and dump them far away. These are the urges I don't need to act on. They’re just there.  

“And that’s why, Itarr, you don’t have to worry about that. I won’t even touch her. Even if she attacks me the moment I rescue her, I won’t do anything in retaliation.  After all, I remind her of something from her past. Even if she does forgive me, I’ll only be a reminder of that fear and hate. She won’t look at me as the girl who saved her but as the girl who was the reason her trauma resurfaced. I’ll save her, and I’ll give her some supplies to put in her bag and enough dupla to last a long while, but that’s it. I’ll go back to Canary and pay Fisher for the orphanage.  After that? I guess I'll leave and go to someplace where I won't have to hurt anyone ever again. But it’s going to be hard. She’s my best friend, and I love her. She’s always been there for me when I need her to be, and then I go and do something stupid.” 

Servi took out a very familiar black bag and thin longsword. Without a pink Singi under the former, it looked lonely and desolate, as if it had lost the will to even function. The sword wasn’t much different. Since it wasn't gripped in the soft set of hands belonging to its master’s granddaughter, it had no use or purpose.  

After locking them up in her ring, she sighed. “How funny, she hated me so much she didn’t even grab her bag or sword…. She hated me more than she loved her grandpa. And could that even be possible? She idolized him! He was her hero, the one blazing, bright star she wanted to reach and surpass! How could I be the antithesis to her ultimate goal?!” 

Servi pressed down on John’s corpse, leaving a perfect boot-sized hole that quickly filled a small pond of crimson. Then she decided to get rid of the evidence of her crime by absorbing the three bodies and one disembodied head.  

“A woman without memories is still a woman. A man without them is most certainly a man. And I suppose a monster without memories is definitely a monster.” 

I’M THE MONSTER, NOT YOU!! 

“Itarr, you’ve been silent for a long time now. Why won’t you say anything? Do you hate me too? Is it because of how I’m acting? Is it because of what I did to that Elf? We met her a long time ago, and I remembered wanting to touch her, but I didn’t do it then. Now? I wanted to nibble her ear. I wanted to feel her up. I wanted to make her moan with my fingers, and I wanted to make her bleed. You’re probably wondering why, that is if you’re still here, but it’s simple. She was warm and soft, and I wanted to touch and embrace someone. I wanted to feel that sensual skinship with someone. Even if it was for just a fleeting moment, I didn’t want to be alone anymore. It’s lonely without you or Momo, and I’m scared. What if you don’t ever talk to me again? God, I'm so fucked up...”  Servi crouched and buried her face in her palms.

I’m talking, Servi. I promise I am! I’m right here! 

“Nothing? If it makes you feel any better, that was a one-time thing with her. I just wanted to be hugged, but maybe I don’t deserve to be hugged. Maybe I regret even doing anything to her. Regardless, I’m sorry if I’m disappointing you, but this might be my true self. Even if my memories are still long gone, I feel like Servi. Even more than ever. Hey, if you love me, can you say something? Anything at all? I miss you…” She removed her hands from her face, leaving bloody handprints behind. A bit of blood dripped from her forehead and down into her missing eye.

I AM TALKING! CAN’T YOU HEAR ME?! Servi, I love you! Please, don’t do this! I—I…. It’s all my fault… I should’ve been more supportive…I should’ve told you the truth from the beginning! And I won’t ever be disappointed in you. Servi!!! I’ll hug you! When I get a body, I’ll hug you any time you want! You won't ever be alone again!

Servi laughed as if proving her words of loneliness were true and correct. With Itarr being unable to act as anything more than a bystander, she had nothing to do but settle for the wild ride ahead of her.  

“Even if you left me, and you’re not here anymore, I love you. You stayed with me for a good three months or so, but after I rescue Momo, I guess I’m going to be alone again.” 

I love you, too…I love you with all I have…. But I’m right here! 

“I guess it’s time to get this ‘game’ underway, and I do hope they’re ready. My fucking enemies opened the cage, and this Mad Dog wants to hunt. Huh, how funny. I guess I’m really nothing more than a..."

Chuckling, Servi wandered away and didn't finish her sentence.

The upcoming week was going to be long, difficult, and gruesomely bloody, and thousands of lives will have been stricken away by the Mad Dog's fangs.