"Whoa, heavy," An appalled Caiden uttered. He was truly heartbroken. The twins father was a curse to them up until the end, and even in the afterlife. He couldn’t believe what had he heard.
"I can only imagine how tough it must've been. How did you guys even survive in there? I mean, was there no relief at all?" A concerned Caiden asked.
"Coping was nearly impossible most of the time. But we managed, in bits and pieces,” Nami said. “The only people we could turn to were each other and eventually CWR, whenever we had access."
"We did what we could," Hitomi interrupted. "They had high rolling clients come visit us. They would make us do things. Awful things, just to satisfy their dicks. We were nothing to them but living, breathing sex dolls. We both became numb, numb enough just so we wouldn't feel anything. Always holding on to that thread of hope that maybe one day, just one day we’d get outta there."
"When we tried to escape those couple of times, we had no money, no regular clothes, and because we were essentially foreigners, we had no idea where to run to once we got out, which is why we were easily recaptured. The only reason we weren't beaten, tortured or killed was because we brought in millions to The LoveMaars every week, all while not seeing a single cred of it, might I add. The other girls hated us for it. The men would hear stories of us and would pay big Creds for us and Chimera capitalized on it. But we were tired of it all. We wanted to fight back somehow," Nami added.
"So, we did just that. They were stupid enough to give us access to CWR. We had no weapons or any place to go, but we would take our time to find out how we would escape for good. We knew that we needed funds. So, we set up a password protected site. More specifically, it was a site where other sick fucks who couldn't afford our prices could still 'fuck us'," Hitomi said.
"How?" Caiden asked intrigued.
"Neuro-Voyeurism," Nami said.
"Hmm, you guys were able to manipulate the neurological sensing functions from your NeuraVisor and make whatever physical sensation you felt essentially open source for others to experience?" Caiden asked, in disbelief.
"Yup! In a nutshell. Man you really are brilliant," Hitomi said, impressed with Caiden's quick and accurate analysis.
“Clearly, so are you guys," Caiden returned the compliment. “So, how did you pool money? Even though Slavo is an ass, he did do a decent job securing all outgoing communication channels from airwaves to digital."
“We were piggybacking off another server via a VPN. It wasn't always reliable from a connectivity standpoint, but it was encrypted. Slavo had no idea we were bringing in money weekly, on the side." Hitomi added.
“He did catch onto us, like, hours before we met you. But again, our value for their business is what prevented us from being killed. I guess being pretty is good for somethin', right?" Nami said.
“I’m so sorry. I'm so sorry you guys had to endure all of that, I really am,” Caiden apologized.
“It’s okay. Anyway, enough about us. What about you? What’s your backstory?” Nami asked.
“Me? Well, I don’t really have one; one that I can remember anyway,” Caiden replied, brow furrowed, and eyes flitting from left to right. “Actually, the first memory I can recall was when I was fifteen. I don’t even know why I’m tellin’ you this,” Caiden said as he hesitated.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. Look at us, you found us half naked in a brothel! It’s okay. Tell us more; we want to know about you,” Nami said assuredly.
“Well, I don’t remember anything earlier than when I was fifteen years old. I remember waking up in a traveling Caravan a few miles outside of the city, on the way to a boarding school. That school was where I met my best friend, Vantz. His mom is the only mom I’ve known. That’s as far back as I can go,” Caiden solemnly replied.
“So, you have no memory of your mother or father at all?” Hitomi asked.
“None,” He said.
“Wow,” an empathetic Nami replied. “Well then, what led you to all of this then?” she asked while pointing to the entire lab space.
“I dunno. Just had a knack for it,” Caiden cryptically replied, cautious about revealing too much about himself.
“I was looking for a space to build on my work. Got lucky, found out they were going to demolish this building last year, so I put in an offer under a fake name and bought it for cheap. I really lucked out with this basement, really. A lot of what you see in here is refurbished and remodeled, save for my computer control center,” Caiden said.
“How did you build all of this up so fast?” Nami asked.
“I spent a lot of time here by myself. I kinda already knew what I wanted to do. So, I built some large automated control and construction arms, and created an algorithm based on how I wanted the place built up. I uploaded those commands into the control arms, and I and those few machines laid down everything, piece by piece,” he replied.
“Are you, like, some mad genius or something?” Nami asked.
“Eh, not really,” he humbly replied.
“Well this is a hell of a way to do it, handsome,” Hitomi said. “What I really wanna know is, why in the world
