In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... what is the point of knowledge if I end up dead in a futile battle? What about you? I hope you don’t hold a grudge against my people for the deaths of your friends.”

“I wish I could, I really do, but I can’t. Speaking to prisoners, I learned that your guys really were no different than ours. There was no malice or ideology on the battlefield, just men told to kill each other. We were merely pawns, fighting over nothing.” He paused for moment and eased himself with a sip of spirits. “Anyway, what brings you out here?”

“Runa, that’s where I’m headed. The train crash just made the last leg of my journey extra cumbersome.”

“And what’s in Runa?”

Volker took a long drink from his bottle. “The truth, in all its beauty and horror.”

“And you expect an answer like that to satisfy me?”

The German chuckled. “I’m a psychologist, a doctor and researcher of the mind, from the Wilhelm Wundt Institute for Psychology in Leipzig. I’m looking for someone, someone in Runa I believe is worthy of extensive study.”

“You’re looking for a madman.”

“That wouldn’t be far from the truth. My goal is to find what caused his condition, see if it can be fixed, and if it can’t, then to bring him back to Leipzig for further study.”

“So that’s what the rock salt is for.”

“As much as my colleagues and I would enjoy dissecting his brain, I need him alive. I also brought a couple nets and a steel cage. They’re in one of these cars. Hopefully the cage is intact, it’s worth a great ...

... deal of money.”

“Yes, THAT’S what you should be worried about….”

It was another restless night for the survivors. The beasts of the wild showed little fear, sniffing and growling outside the train cars. Fortunately, help arrived the following day. A hunter, passing through the region, spotted the crashed train and returned, leading a party of men on horseback. Tears of joy were shed by many as the survivors were finally rescued. Most of the survivors’ luggage was left on the train, except for the most essential items. A few hours of riding brought them to a muddy road, which they followed to the town of Runa, a small farming community hidden in the mountains. Life here had experienced little development over the centuries. There was no electricity or running water, no cars, and the only machined steel was a handful of shotguns and rifles.

Sam and the other survivors were brought before the mayor in the Town Square. He was a wrinkled man with wool clothes and a bearskin coat, flanked by villagers. “Welcome to Runa. I’m sorry your arrival doesn’t come under better circumstances, but my people will give you shelter as long as you need.”

The villagers appeared genuinely sympathetic to the survivors' plight, but something felt wrong to Sam. They all looked tired, weathered by stress and fear, but of what? Sam and a few others managed to get rooms above the local tavern, a dream come true for him. It was a quaint establishment, a watering hole born of the soul of Romania. ...