"It's not really a long story, but… I feel it's important."
Hearing her words which were spoken solemnly, Anon raised his brows and just as the lips of the Terror Queen parted open, attempting to speak, Anon raised his right hand, signaling for her to stop.
"Just… stop right there and don't bother continuing."
The brows of the Terror Queen furrowed in confusion as she gazed at Anon, curiosity evident in her gaze.
"Why should I stop? What's the problem?" She asked.
"I don't care."
Anon replied nonchalantly stunning the Terror Queen as a result. She blinked a few times, trying to process the words that just flowed into her ears.
"I don't care about all this…"
Gesturing towards the ominous blood red cavern and the blood pool in the distance, Anon spoke with a nonchalance filled tone.
"I don't know what you want to tell me, but I have a feeling, that it would lead to annoying, troublesome and stressful situations… and I dislike annoying, stressful situations."
"So without delving into the history of all this… why don't we leave this place and speak about our business… I happen to find that more important."
The Terror Queen wore an expression of bafflement as she watched Anon depart. Snapping out of her shocked state, she hastily spoke up:
"You say you don't want to be involved with whatever this is, but what if it affects you negatively at the end of the day due to your ignorance… You wouldn't be able to give an excuse in the future just because of your ignorance."
As soon as those words left her lips, Anon paused and with squinted eyes, he gazed at the Terror Queen.
"That's… actually a good point you have there."
Anon frowned then he released a sigh. He moved his right hand, gesturing for the Terror Queen to continue speaking.
The Terror Queen released a breath tinged with relief. She stared at the blood pool and a strange light emanated from her eyes as she began her tale.
"It all started the day I was hired by the leaders…"
"Who are your leaders?"
Anon interrupted, his tone containing genuine curiosity.
"I can't tell you that."
The Terror Queen shook her head, her words although not explaining the reason for her inability to disclose that information, Anon could infer that there was a sort of oath or contractual obligation involved. Something akin to a system contract involved.
"Like I was saying, it all started the day I was hired by the leaders. They gave me this building to use for my slave market business and I was at the same time, given an order from them."
"They told me that whenever a buyer or customer wanted to use the slaves as stress relievers in any way or form, I should give them a room on the second floor to use."
"Not only that, there were also times when I would have people directly from the leader's organization and they always used the rooms on the second floor, using the slaves for their pleasure."
"At first, I didn't care about what went on in the rooms on the second floor, but there was a time I accidentally located this place, and ever since I found this place, I've been feeling… uneasy."
Anon raised his brows at the mention of her unease.
"Uneasy?"
He questioned, his tone laced with confusion. The Terror Queen nodded in response, her eyes having an unfocused light.
"My intuition on things related to danger is usually accurate and ever since I located this place, I've always felt a sense of danger looming over me."
Anon gave the Terror Queen a glance, then his gaze shifted to the blood pool which had corpses atop it, his eyes having a mixture of confusion and curiosity as he observed the blood pool.
"You said you've been feeling a sense of danger ever since you found this place?"
Anon inquired and the Terror Queen nodded her head in affirmation.
"If you've been feeling a sense of danger, why are you now telling me all of this?... Why are you not looking for a way to guarantee your safety?"
Anon turned, gazing at the Terror Queen who was staring at the blood pool. A few seconds later, she exhaled and her eyes which were previously unfocused, gained back their clarity.
She shook her head softly then she turned towards Anon, her eyes giving her still slumbering daughter a brief glance.
"One of the things I trust the most is my intuition, and-"
"Let me guess, your intuition told you that I'm your only hope, that I'm your savior and can be trusted?"
Anon interrupted, his voice dripping with visible sarcasm as he gazed at the Terror Queen who nodded slowly in response.
"It's actually the main reason I haven't attacked you despite all you've done."
"Sure."
Anon's lips twitched, his eyes rolling in sarcasm, and with a sigh, he pinched the middle of his brows, his expression containing visible frustration..
'I honestly hope I don't come to regret this.'
Anon muttered inwardly then he released a sigh.
"What about the rooms on the second floor? Did you check them out?"
Anon asked and once again, the Terror Queen nodded her head in response.
"Yes I did… but I found nothing there."
"What do you mean by nothing?"
Anon asked, his tone and expression containing confusion.
"I mean the rooms on the second floor all look like a normal room. All the rooms have a bed, chairs and a table. If the customers need any other thing, they can request for it and it would be provided for them."
Hearing the Terror Queen's words, Anon brows furrowed as a pondering expression appeared on his face. He looked up, his eyes drawn to the blood red stalactites dripping with blood.
"I'll need to check some of the rooms in the future."
"Why not now?"
The Terror Queen questioned, her tone containing confusion at Anon's decision to not inspect the rooms as soon as possible.
"Because I don't think whatever the purpose of this place is, is going to be achieved soon… also, you just told me about it so I'm definitely not going to stress myself over it."
As Anon spoke with his tone containing nonchalance, he moved closer to the Terror Queen.
"Carry your daughter please."
Anon said and to the Terror Queen's puzzlement, she carried her daughter. She observed Anon, wondering just what his intentions were.
And to her surprise, she saw him walk away, his path in line with the blood pool in the distance.
"Where are you going?"
She questioned, her eyes widening in evident surprise.
"Where do you think?"
Anon replied with a question of his, his words indirectly answering her question, and worry filled the Terror Queen's expression as soon as her guess was confirmed.
"The closer you get to the blood pool, the more dangerous it becomes… One of my subordinates went mad and died when he got close to it."
She warned, hoping her words would convince her only source of hope from dying or having a fate worse than death.
But…
"Don't worry about that, I already assumed that could be a possibility."
Anon waved his hand in a carefree manner, his behavior showing his lack of concern at the mentioned dangers of the blood pool.
The Terror Queen seeing that frowned then she sighed, her gaze then shifted to her daughter and with a concerned look in her eyes, she hugged her daughter tightly.
'Forgive me.'
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