“This is only my office,” he answered. “I live in the Presidential Suite on the Penthouse floor. Work does not require luxury. I find I concentrate better on business when I’m not distracted by luxuries. Now, how may I help you, Poisonous?”
At first, hearing he lived in a Penthouse sparked a twinge of jealousy. She had been forced to live in a two-bedroom apartment, with a follower of the Light, and Lord Yehovah himself had ordered it. Nevertheless, she reigned in her emotions, and concentrated on why she had come here. “I understand your point, Vile Destruction” she acquiesced. “However, I came to see how our young charge is doing. Has she acclimated to her new environment?”
“Well, things got off to a rocky start,” he said. “Our client complained that she was unwilling to have sex, and that he had to force her to comply. She accused him of ‘raping’ her. I had a serious talk with her this morning, emphasizing my point with mind control, that her duty is to entertain the men who have requested her services, which includes meeting their sexual desires. She left in a much better frame of mind.”
Poisonous laughed. “They only seem to learn the hard way that when they make themselves amenable to our influence, the consequences aren’t always fun and games.”
“Indeed. This is a business, and any human who works for me must abide by strict rules. Non-compliance results in their elimination.” A dark scowl covered his face. “Such a waste. Bah…they are only flesh, and flesh must be used for my purposes.”
“Couldn’t agree more. Well, I need to get back to D.C. I have my own business to attend to.”
Arriving back in D.C. a few moments later, she ruminated on the conversation with Vile Destruction. Flesh must be used for my purposes. …business to attend to… Hmm. This is an interesting idea. Why don’t I do the same thing? I must look into this, and soon. She headed back for the condo, went to her room, and pondered the possibilities.
* * *
Tyrell stood in the lobby of the “K” building. As she came within earshot, she said, “Let’s not bother with minutiae; let’s get right down to business.”
“You’ve got my attention,” said Tyrell. They were in his apartment within minutes. The evening with Tyrell delivered as promised. The big man pleased her in every way, which added icing to the perfect day. She purred softly in his ear. “You are an eleven on a scale of ten. Meet me tomorrow for lunch?”
“I’d love to.”
“And dessert?”
“Of course.”
The smile stayed pasted on her face the whole way home.
* * *
As Dan sat in the Command Room of the Strategic Information Operations center, he pored over the video tape obtained by warrant from the Metro System. After forty-five minutes of reviewing footage, he finally came upon one in which Samantha appeared to be in the frame. To make sure, he compared the image in the video tapes to the picture of Samantha he had gotten from Steve and Sarah Boyle. She appeared to be sitting by herself in the last car, staring at nothing in particular. Towards the end of the tape, a woman approached her, and had a conversation with her. Although the sound faded in and out, the gist of the conversation seemed to be the woman encouraging Samantha to run away to a place where she could be free from the rules set by her parents—and society, for that matter.
“This woman needs to be looked into. Problem is, I can’s see her face.” He did, however extrapolate her height to be about five feet, six inches. She had long, dark hair, but she never looked at the camera. “Drat! This isn’t much to go on. I’ll have to give this to computer forensics. Maybe they can make some sense of this.”
* * *
Wednesday, July 9th
The morning bode well for her day’s agenda. Before her outside activities got under way, Poisonous thought about her conversation with Oily Lies, and decided this was worth looking into. Once again visiting the dark web, she found many ads where the owner of the ad needed young girls to join their business. She decided to put in an ad. ‘In need of marketing agents to expedite the acquiring young women and men to be used to sell sex for their pimps.’
Almost immediately, she got a hit.
‘For fifteen thousand, I can supply you with whatever form of humanity you need.’
She answered with,
‘Fifteen thousand dollars is a bit steep. I need to make a profit, you know.’
‘Take it or leave it. I’m in business to make a profit too.’
‘I’ll have to get back to you…thanks.’
After doing a great deal of searching, she found someone who would take seventy-five hundred dollars for each person obtained.
‘It’s a deal,’ she typed. I will need someone within the next forty-eight hours. Can you handle that?’
‘You’ll get your delivery. Just tell me where they need to be dropped off.’
‘That will be no problem. Just contact me when the asset is ready for delivery.’
‘Will do. Good bye.’
Satisfied, she anticipated another girl or boy like Samantha: young, pretty or handsome, and angry; trying to escape from the rigors of everyday life. Luckily, there were many such young people, and she would make the best of selling them to unscrupulous purveyors of human flesh. Having saved herself fifty percent from the original offer, she smiled with satisfaction. “Nothing like doing profitable business.” Her asking price for every asset offered would be twice what she paid for it. “Oh yes, this is going to be interesting.”
* * *
Her previous experience with Tyrell had her eagerly anticipating more. She wasted no time in contacting him before getting out of the condo. His
