linxy - part X
Henry comes over in the early evening, casually
dressed in a pair of well fitting, faded jeans and a forest green sweater that
does nothing to hide his bulging biceps, the prize possession. The black tattoo
on his back at the nape of his neck just barely peeks over his collar and he
grips a cigarette tightly between his lips, lighting it with a shiny silver
Zippo that appears and disappears in one smooth motion.
"How is she?" He mutters, fixing his
hair in the foyer mirror.
"Tired," I answer with a smile. He turns
to me and squints, trying to interpret my words. When he talks, he keeps the
cigarette in his mouth, just dangling there.
"You fucked her I presume?" He says casually,
with a hint of disappointment.
"No," I say, turning away from him. He
always asks. I always say no. One transgression and you pay for it for the rest
of your life. He's very talented at treating everyone like a child. Thank god
he doesn't have any real ones.
"What, is she sub-par?"
I snort at him and watch him head to the bar. Henry
and Heitel are the leaders. They have the most money, they throw around the
most power. They’re the scariest fucking guys on the planet. They’re
minds are rotted. And you know what? Girls always fall for them. They act all
scared and reluctant at first, work up half hearted attempts at escape, and
then Henry walks in with his beautiful hazel eyes and fashionably gelled hair
and six pack and square jaw and possibly foot long, rock hard dick and they
decide that maybe a life of slavery isn’t so bad. You can't get a badder
bad boy than these. The bottom line is, we don’t deal in ugly around here,
although Heitel insists I’m only in the picture to make them look that
much better.
"She’s perfect. An ideal asset. I knew
she would be. Doctor’s bringing the first contraceptive injection tomorrow."
"Alright then, go get her ready for me. I’m
going to find a drink."
Olivia is sleeping, I think. I give one of her
ankles a tug to wake her up.
"What?" she says crabbily.
"We have to get you up in the display case
kitten. The buyer wants to look at you." I unshackle her and pull her from
the bed. "Go to the bathroom, brush your hair, freshen up."
When she gets back I give her her nightgown and
a white ribbon to tie her hair back away from her face. She sits in a black
wooden chair and I tie her hands behind her back with the white rope. I also
tie her ankles to the legs of the chair, winding the rope up almost to her knees
and tying it tightly. She doesn’t make a sound.
"Sit still and keep your mouth shut if you know what’s smart." Her eyes widen slightly and I hear a knock on the door. "And now it’s time to meet your mystery date."