Our heroes were on their way to Caprisce. The train passed through several small villages, each one more depressing than the last. The people in those places were poor; their houses were made of mud, wood, and straw. They didn't have cars, televisions, or TikTok.
They made it to the countryside, and the green fields finally emerged. After all, there was beauty in Razdef, too. There were rivers, trees, and animals, and the air smelled fresh. Unicorns ran freely in the fields, their manes blowing in the wind. They saw griffins, goblins, fairies, and even trolls.
After the beauty came the gloom, the train reached the Tower of the Dead: a black, twisted structure that stood on a hill. It was a place of nightmares, where people went to die, where souls were sucked into the darkness, and demons danced in the fire.
The driver didn't like that place. "OH, FUCK NO!" shouted the driver as he activated the jet engines under the train, making it go even faster, reaching a speed of 1000 kilometers per hour. At such a speed, the train was almost flying, and the landscape outside was just a streak of colors.
The students screamed in terror and held onto their seats. The train crushed some peasants on the railway, and their blood splattered the windows.
"WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" yelled one of them, a boy named Pedro.
"NO, WE WON'T, YOU BEANER!" shouted Rea, holding onto her seat with one hand and grabbing her dildo with the other. "I have to claim Nera's ass! I have to make her mine!"
The train finally slowed down, a sudden and violent deceleration, throwing the students against the seats in front of them. Chong Chong crushed his friends, and his fat ass landed on Kristen's face. The chink's anus was so close to the ginger's nose that he could smell the stench of his insides.
But Caillou was the one who suffered the most because Chong Chong's testicles landed on his chin. The baldy opened his mouth, trying to bite Chong’s cock off, but he couldn’t.
The train entered a large tunnel and finally arrived at the train station of Caprisce, its wheels glowing and smoking. The students disembarked and looked around with awe. It was a new city to explore.
"Okay! Class A comes with me!" shouted Mrs. Cunth. The slutty teacher was excited to meet some handsome Caprician men.
"Fuck you, old hag!” Rea had a mission, and no dirty old whore was going to tell her what to do.
Meanwhile, Mr. Hilter was too lazy to care, so he assigned the responsibility of looking after the students to Nero and Nikla. "You'll train them yourselves, you'll feed them yourselves, and if they die, you'll bury them yourselves," he said, then left to go look for a bar.
"Does this stupid nazi think he is funny?!" Nikla frowned.
"Don't worry, Nikla," said Nero, smiling. "I have a list of all the things we have to do. We just have to follow it, and everything will be fine."
Nero took a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. It was a long list of instructions and tasks Mr. Eladio had given him. The boy was happy to be assigned such a responsibility.
Class F followed their leaders like the sheep that they were. The first thing they had to do was find the Tucuman Hotel. It was the cheapest hotel in town, and where they would stay for the next 5 days.
They walked through the city, admiring the sights and the sounds. The city was smaller, the buildings didn't impress like the skyscrapers of Crysalton, but it had a certain charm. The streets were cleaner, and people seemed friendlier and more polite.
However, the Tucuman hotel wasn't even a hotel. It was an ancient building, dirty and smelly. The class entered the place and met the receptionist: a fat bald man with a beard. "Your stay has already been paid for, so we'll provide the mattress, but you must bring your own pillows and bed sheets," he said, chewing tobacco.
"FUCK YOU, UGLY MAN!" shouted Rea. "I'm not staying in this shitty place!"
"I am," said Nero, walking forward. He was in charge of the students and needed to act like a true leader.
Rea, Kana, Nikla, and other clean girls went to a better hotel while the losers, Nero, and Danna Ai stayed in the Tucuman Hotel. Despite being a clean loli, Danna wanted to study the behavior of the Trio of Danger. They were disgusting and filthy, and she needed to know why.
The Trio was assigned to a single room, where they'd have to share the space with 8 other people. The bunk beds were just different beds stacked on top of each other. No actual bed frame. It was a miracle that they didn't collapse and kill someone.
The floor was covered in mold and cockroaches, and there were no windows. The mattress was full of holes and smelled like piss. The room was called California and had pictures to match the theme, such as a poster of the Statue of Liberty, an LGBTIQ+ flag, a map of California, and a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge.
"What's this?" Caillou was upset. "This is not a hotel, it's a prison!"
"It's not so bad!" said Chong Chong, his ass crushing the cockroaches inside the mattress.
“WOW!” Kristen jumped up and down. "So much luxury! And for free!"
"Fucking idiot!" Caillou slapped the back of Kristen’s head. "I'm a cancer patient, and I'm dying! I should have a room for myself, with a TV, a shower, and a toilet..." The bald fucker stood. "Wait... let me check the bathroom! I BET IT'S FULL OF SHIT!"
The cancerous fucker entered the bathroom and gasped. It was a small room full of cockroaches with a broken toilet. "I knew it!" He frowned. "This hotel is a piece of shit! I'm not going to use the toilet here! It's fucking dirty and smelly!"
The floor was flooded with murky water, with pieces of poop everywhere. The sink was cracked, and the mirror was broken. There was a dead rat floating in the toilet.
Caillou couldn’t believe it. This place was much worse than he had imagined.
It wasn’t a hotel, it was something else.
Bolivians came out of random rooms and wandered the hallways before disappearing into the darkness. Nobody knew where they came from, and nobody cared. They were living somewhere in that place. Perhaps the basement or the attic. The Trio of Danger were scared of them.
"Where's Coquito? I bet he can communicate with them," Chong Chong said.
Coquito was in the Paris room, with 10 other students. The room was slightly better, with a small window, and posters of the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre Museum, and the Arc de Triomphe. It also had a figurine of Ladybug and Chat Noir, but they were covered in semen from the multiple boys who had jerked off to it before.
The rooms for the girls were slightly better. They were slightly cleaner with pictures of flowers and animals, and they had a TV and even a small fridge.
Danna was sitting on the highest bunk bed in her room, called Tokyo. It had posters of Japan, with the Tower of Tokyo, the Imperial Palace, Mount Fuji, and the Cherry Blossoms. It also had a figurine of a Japanese girl, but it had no head or clothes.
"The Bolivian folk inhabits the depths of the building," Danna said, holding her doll. "They worship the Pachamama, and they offer human sacrifices to their gods. They have ancient rituals and traditions that have been passed down for generations."
"What's the Pachamama?" asked Tolosa. The obese girl had been left behind by her leader, Rea, and now she had to share the room with a creepy loli.
"The Pachamama is the goddess of the Earth," Danna explained. "She's the mother of all living things, and she's very powerful. The Bolivian folk worships her as a god."
Pocha was there too, chewing a cockroach. "Why are you telling us this?!" she asked, frowning.
"Because you need to know about the Bolivian folk, and how to please their Gods. At midnight, when you're in bed, they'll come to your room and select one girl to be sacrificed. That girl will be dragged out of her bed and taken to the basement. There, they'll cut her throat and offer her blood to their Gods."
Pocha laughed. "As if!"
Danna smiled. "Pocha. Why do you think the head of Pelusito is under your bed?"
Pocha rushed to look under her bed. She gasped when she found a black boy masturbating furiously with her dirty underwear.
The boy was naked, moaning and groaning with his eyes closed. He didn't notice Pocha until she yelled: "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UNDER MY BED?!"
The lil nigga screamed and rushed away, his cock swinging in the air as he ran. Pocha chased him with a stick. "YOU PIECE OF SHIT! COME BACK HERE!"
The boy disappeared in the multiple hallways of the hotel, leaving Pocha panting and furious.
Danna smiled. "He'll come back. He has already tested your boundaries. He'll come back for more."
Pocha groaned. "That's disgusting! That's a fucking nigger!"
Tolosa rushed to check under her bed, too. She hoped a black boy would also be jerking off to her. It was her dream since she was a child to be admired by a black man. She was expecting to find a huge black cock, but when she looked under her bed, all she found was a bunch of dead cockroaches and a figurine of the French president.
"Where's the black guy?!" Tolosa asked, looking at Danna. "I want a black guy under my bed too!"
Danna smiled. "There's no black man under your bed, Tolosa. Your saturated fat is not appetizing."
"AAAAAAAH!” Tolosa screamed like a whale in heat, which she was.
Kristen was wandering the hotel with the other losers. He was trembling and sweating. "Look! There's a kitchen!"
In fact, there was a small kitchen for everyone to share and a table. It had a sink, a stove, and a small fridge full of mold and rotten food. It had some dishes, but they were dirty and cracked. An old man was in a corner, reading a newspaper. He had indigenous features.
Later that day, Nero called everyone to eat dinner. He had ordered a lot of food from a restaurant, and he was going to share it with everyone. There were lots of burgers, pizzas, hot dogs, and fries. Also some salads, fruits, and drinks.
Kristen ate like the desperate whore he was. He had no dignity or manners, and he was always hungry and eager for food. He didn't care if he was in a hotel or in a dumpster; he would eat anything.
The students ate in the dining room, which was just a small room with a dirty table and sticky chairs. The Bolivians would sometimes emerge from random rooms and then vanish in the darkness of the hallways. Sometimes, they would stare at them with their creepy eyes, but they never said anything.
"After lunch, we'll go to explore the city," Nero announced, his voice loud and clear. "I have a map of the city, and I have marked all the places we have to visit. Nikla and the rest will join us at the Apple Museum."
Kristen almost had an orgasm at the idea of seeing her. "Niku?!" he shouted, his eyes wide open. "YES! MY NIKU!"
"Yes!" Chong Chong smiled, his mouth full of pizza. "Finally, we're going to do something fun!"
Caillou was happy too, but he was worried about the Bolivians. "Is it safe to leave our stuff in our room?" he asked. "What if they steal it?"
"Don't worry, Caillou," assured Nero, patting the ugly bald head. "They won't steal anything. They're just curious like wild animals in the forest. They won’t touch our belongings.”
After lunch, our heroes finally left the hotel and began their adventure in the City of the Apples, also known as Caprisce. However, little did they know what Rea was plotting. Soon, Nera’s butt would meet its nemesis.