Chapter 4: 4 - Mission Accomplished! (or not?) (1)
Tak! Tak! Tak!
Sounds of clicking heels could be heard while images were a bit shaky. From the video's angle, it looked like it was taken from a hidden camera.
Voice #1: "Move your fucking ass, bitch!"
The camera owner was shoved roughly as the lens was plastered on a wall and a muffled groan was heard.
Voice #2: "Hey! Be careful on the merchandise!"
Voice #1: "So what? Boss said to hurry, so she better get to move fast!"
Voice #2: "What are you waiting for, bitch? The ship's not going to wait for you!"
They soon reached an exit where a container truck was parked idly. One of the guards immediately opened the container latch as another maneuvered a forklift. It held a makeshift platform about two meters long and there was a short guy trying to balance himself on top
of it.
As the platform was leveled on the ground, the woman was roughly pushed on it, stumbling towards the short guy. Frowning, he stabilized her footing as they ascended to the container.
Short guy: "Get in there, you whore! Tsk! Fucking weakling!"
He shoved the woman inside making her stumble a little.
The woman turned around and the camera quickly captured about one hundred pale-looking young women. Some huddled together, some squatting, a few were crying with snot and tears. While others looked at her with pity and sympathy. Just then...
Bang!
The loud sound was quickly followed by extreme darkness enveloping them all inside the container.
She jolted and turned back, caught the faint latching sound of the container bolt.
Soon, her heavy breaths could be heard above the sobbing of the rest. It signified the lack of oxygen inside, and the air was getting thinner as the girls started to pant heavily.
Minutes became hours.
Soon, there appeared a faint light seeping through the gaps at door. Some girls were sleeping, or maybe lost consciousness. Some kept to themselves, hugging their arms. Some who were awake, were praying to their gods. Others were staring into space as tears of hopelessness and despair kept flowing down their faces.
Huge beads of sweat poured from their bodies. Human wastes scattered on the floor. One could not imagine how foul these women's situation was.
Hours continued to a few days.
This time, the whole container jolted them up as it was lifted in the air. All at once, they started
to scream in fright, trying to gain their balance as the momentum forced them to slide on the floor.
A few minutes later, the wobbling had stopped. Then, another agonizing hour of waiting.
Creeaak!
The door opened revealing several armed men standing on the ground. In front of them was Morris Claude wearing a sinister grin.
"Good job! Welcome to my Winsley City! Today will be the day you start living a whole new life!"
He turned around and gestured to one of his men. Getting the cue, the man barked, "What are you all waiting for?! Come down already!"
With fear and hesitation, the women filed themselves one by one as they stepped down from the container. While they were stepping down, another guard entered and looked around to start counting their numbers.
Walking back to the front, he loudly murmured, "We only lost twenty-five this time." It seemed that he wasn't bothered that these girls could hear him.
It turned out that from one hundred women, only seventy-five of them made it out alive.
Girl #1 whispered, "What will they do to those dead bodies?"
Girl #2: "Who knows? We're already lucky that we made it out of here alive."
The camera owner remained silent in all these, seemingly determined to reduce her presence as she went along the crowd.
They seemed to be at an old inn in the middle of nowhere. From the windows, they could see tall grass covering the perimeter. They were then led to a huge, dimly lit hall where tables and chairs were arranged as if a banquet would take place soon.
A woman in her forties was sitting in front. She finally looked up when all footsteps stilled in the room. Morris Claude chose that moment to walk over the woman's side. He whispered something to her while handing out a folder, presumably containing records of the girls. Then he stepped aside eyeing the women with lustful eyes.
"Take them to their rooms. I expect them all cleaned up. Our 'guests' will definitely have a field day tonight."
The old woman stood up and led the girls to a huge common bathroom. There were no stalls separating each shower but small packets of toiletries were provided at each spot.
After bathing, they were led to a big room. There were several clothes rack on the wall holding women's formal clothes and dressing tables were arranged in rows in the middle.
The old woman from earlier appeared. "Go get dressed and make yourselves pretty in half an hour. Defy my orders and I'll have your life."
Half an hour later, after all the girls were done bathing, the old woman appeared again. This time with another woman younger than her. She was wearing a black velvety mask, exposing only her ever sneering mouth.
"Line up for this Queen here." Her voice sounded like a squeaking mouse.
Together with the old woman, they inspected each girl. With humiliating comments, some girls were ignored, while others were pulled away.
The camera owner was then faced by the "Queen."
"Hmm? Why do you have this garbage?" She pulled harshly the girl's necklace.
In reflex, the girl tried to pull back, preventing the woman to snatch away the item. With begging voice, "M-my Q-queen, p-please have mercy! This is the only memento I have of my brother. My only family. Please, don't take this away!"
"Hmp! It's only made of plastic material. Fine! Since I'm feeling generous tonight, I allow you to keep it. Defy me and you'd be dead!"
The "Queen" instructed the old woman, "Put her in the Red Room. Take good care of her."
Two attendants suddenly appeared then dragged her to the "Red Room." Inside was a four-poster king-sized bed covered in blood red silk and muslin fabric. The walls were surrounded by various toys - floggers, canes, leather straps, handcuffs, even a suspender was there. Everything screamed pain and punishment.
There was a single table on the corner where a plate of meal was waiting.
Attendant #1: "Eat up. You're going to need a lot of energy, girl."
The girl sat down and began eating. With a chuckle, both attendants left her to her own device.
When all remained silent, the girl started to move around the room. Inspecting everything, she appeared to be touching all those things hanging on the wall. A moment later, the camera shifted as the girl tried to conceal it behind the floggers.
Then the sound of a doorknob slowly turning was heard.
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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