Chapter 7 - Where one falls, another rises
Max watched from a dark corner of the mansion as Cal exited the office... catching the sound of the fire and the TV within before the door was closed. He watches as Cal walks off, likely off to do anything from sleep, torturing little kittens... or torturing one of the slaves... really anything was possible with the man. It was partially due to his calculating, yet unpredictable nature that made Max distrust and detest him so much.... Of course the fact that the self entitled prick thought he could boss him around as he pleased, did not give Max any more love for him than anything else.... even if the frustration, from his less than subtle insubordinate actions, he caused Cal; did prove often amusing.
After enough time had passed he was certain Cal wouldn't be returning, Max walked quietly up to the door... his footsteps muted, thanks to practice and soft soled shoes alike. Taking out his lock picks he, as quietly as he could manage, picked the locks of the man's office door... opening it just enough to slip inside and close it behind him....Not bothering to lock the door behind him... He wasn't entirely certain, yet, what he would do if someone, namely Cal returned.... but he would figure that out when the time came. As he looked around he saw the girl he'd taken, little miss Jax naked and bound in the cage... Apparently she'd fallen back to sleep, or just passed out... yet truly the first thing that hit him, was the putrid scent of piss... stale and fresh alike. Nearing the cage, a hand plugging up his nostrils, he sees the large stain in the mattress Jax laid upon... the bound woman herself, curled up in the driest corner... that was to say, the area with the driest piss stain.... He lets out a sigh and shakes his head... While he was by no means the kindest of men... but even he was capable of feeling pity for someone treated quite so lowly...
When he'd first caught her, he'd thought about having a little fun with her himself, maybe stripping her down for a taste... but even given that, seeing how she was here, he could feel no arousal what so ever... simply finding the whole scene as pathetic. He watched her... considering whether to simply put her out of her misery, as surely death would be better than this, let alone what the deranged Cal had planned... But he saw the cage had a lock that even his skills couldn't pick through. Just as he was considering taking one sort of action or another, he caught the slight sound of scuffing outside the door..... it obviously wasn't Cal, but if could be one of the slaves, come to feed or bathe the girl... either way, he felt it best not to be discovered... Moving into a corner of the room, lit only by a pale burning candle... of which he snuffed out... keeping himself still as a statue as he watched.... slowing his breathing....
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Sunnie, feeling terrible of how she was unable to help the the girl, Jax... The fact that it was the intel she'd offered Killz, and by proxy, Cal, that even led to Jax's capture... the poor girl was guilt stricken... Unbeknownst to Max, she too was watching Cal leave... simply from a vantage point down the stairs, leaving her unaware that another had already slipped into the room the brutal, bald headed man had only just vacated... a seemingly satisfied grin upon his lips. After a few moments she crept up the stairs... nearing the door... listening for signs that Jax was at least still alive... but all she would hear is the sound of the TV... With a sigh she places her small hands on the door knob... not really expecting anything to happen, as she was well aware Cal usually kept the room locked when he wasn't occupying it... especially if he was hosting a 'guest'.... and yet, to her surprise, the knob turned in her grip, allowing her to push the door open.
Concerned it was some sort of trap, she looked around carefully, wide eyes darting around, as if seeking a camera or something of the sort... hell she was practically waiting for some cliche net to drop down on her, followed by Cal leaping out of nowhere to say "Gotcha ya little bitch!" but no... nothing happened... the only odd thing, a single darkened corner where a candle had been snuffed out..... but then, really, the gust from the opening of the door could have easily done that... Thus after several more tense moments, she decided she must be safe... though she closed the door, once more, and locked it.... moving towards the caged woman.... Catching the same whiff of piss, and pathetic sight of the bound, passed out naked woman, as Max had before her. Her heart sank... while the girl was in one piece, it was still as bad as she had expected it would be.... her guilt nearly overpowering her, bringing tears to her eyes as she neared the woman...
Kneeling down beside Jax, she quietly slipped her slender arm through the cage bars, tapping Jax's face, trying to wake her "Jax, Jax wake up... Jax you have to wake up!" she pleaded... not sure of what she could, or would do when the woman did awake... but she was just going on impulse now.... Slowly Jax began to stir, thinking this was just the latest of the torture of the bald headed bastard.... but as bleary eyes slitted open, it was a familliar, if teary eyed face she saw, rather than the shiny chrome dome of the sadistic Cal....
"Su... sunnie?" she asked... her eyelids fluttering open more to take in her surroundings.... sniffling at the stench of piss surrounding her... reminding her, once again, of just what has been happening.. "What are you doing here... you have to go before he comes back..." she starts to say before she stops... "that man.... Sunnie that man from the building, he called out your name...." she said accusingly... a more hurt expression widening her eyes... a frown curling down her lips... "This is your fault isn't it? You brought me here!" she began shouting... Sunnie raised her hands, trying to calm the frantic woman down
"Shh, Jax please be quiet... he'll hear us... he'll come back and punish us both, please Jax, please?" she pleads, her voice a loud begging whisper.... And, noting the urgency in the girl's voice, Jax complies, lowering her own tone... looking the girl over expectantly, as if awaiting an explanation for why she was here...
"Ok.. so I might have been partially responsible... I mean I wasn't the one that drugged you, or brought you here... I tried to warn you!" she hastily explains, her hands and expression seeming all over the place as she practically babbled.. "See I was caught, and then they said I had to get close to you, they said they needed information... but I tried, I tried to warn you away, remember, the note, the note that said you'd regret it... You should have just left Jax, just left school, found someplace else or something, far from here!" she babbles on... pausing to take a breath.. her eyes looking patheticly at Jax, as if begging forgiveness... yet before any word could be heard from the bound and caged woman, Sunnie continued on.. "But that doesn't matter, it doesn't matter now Jax.. I'm here and... and... we're gonna get you out of here, I promise!" she says... her slender arms once again reaching through the bars.
Jax backs up against the opposite side of the cage.... watching the woman with a multitude of emotions... all flitting through her, unable to settle on just one for any longer than a second.. "What are you doing? get away from me, I don't want your help... you betrayed me!" she almost shouts before forcibly quieting herself.... but after a few moments, and more of that urgent, helpless gaze from the girl, and remembering the few options she had... she sighs.. "Alright fine... help me out of here, and then you and I are done" she says giving in... grimacing at the sound of the jingling chains that sounded like, to her ears, a loud gong with each pronounced movement...
Sunnie ignored that... only pausing to look briefly to the door, to make sure things were clear... neither woman realizing there was in fact someone there, already watching them from the corner... yet he made no move to either help or hinder the women... Simply observing as the one managed to use a bobby pin she'd apparently found somewhere, to at least loosen the cuffs around Jax's wrists and ankles... allowing the woman to slip out of them... yet also allowing her to maintain the illusion she was still bound... so as to escape Cal's punishment until she could find a way to escape... Once Sunnie and Jax were satisfied with the looseness of the bindings, she went to the cage door... hoping her bobby pin would be equally up to the task of picking the thing... but she groaned audibly..
"Oh no... I ... I can't open it...." she whimpers out.... watching as Jax slumped back down...
"Great, so I'm never getting out of here, and when that madman sees my loose bindings he'll just... I don;t know, do whatever he's going to do to me..." Jax spoke in an almost defeated tone.... her finally freed hands covering her filthy, face... Not noticing Sunnie seem to brighten a bit
"Daddy will know what to do... he always knows what to do... stay here..." she pauses... only then realizing how stupid that sounded.. "erm...just stay quiet, and pretend you're still all bound up.. I'll be right back..." and with that she darts back to the door, unlocking it once more before exiting.... Leaving a confused, and frantic Jax to simply stare helplessly at the door in her wake.... and the ever quiet and watchful eye of Max taking in all... a slight smirk of interest upon his lips....
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Cal had just been checking on things with a few of the slavers, making sure things were running smoothly and that the men, he paid so well, were in high spirits for their next hunt.... Heading back towards his room, not so far from his office... when he saw the door of his office briefly open and shut.... Being just far down the stairs enough, not to see who it was that violated his orders, as surely it wasn't the feeding slave, she'd already stopped by when he was with his prize.... With a sneer he quickly mounted up the steps... nearlly slamming into the short, curvy form of Sunnie as he did so...
"You... why the fuck were you in my office you little bitch" he spoke cruelly... a hand reaching out to grasp her arm painfully.
"I.. I wasn't in there I swear... let me go!" she'd scream back... trying her damndest to wriggle free of his grasp.. but he was having none of it...
"Lying little cunt... we'll see about that!" he growls at her... dragging her still struggling body towards the office door.... Sunnie tugging back with all her might, even trying to kick him... but he'd simply pull her along with a tug, threatening to send her onto her ass were she not to keep moving.... finally with a desperate motion her flailing hands manage to find purchase upon a small plant vase... Heaving the 20 pound bit of glass, soil and vegetatian, with all her might, aiming for that dumb, thick bald skull of his....
With a loud crack of glass shattering... both over his head, and seconds later, upon the floor... he finally lost purchase of her arm.. stumbling forward as his hands raised to his now bleeding head... Thick, dark dirt mixing in the the blood, turning it into a congealed looking mess... with a few leaves sprouting from it... as if a plant decided to make use of his useless skull and grow out from his wound..... He brushed away the dirt and greenery.... cursing loudly.
"What the hell... you fucking little bitch... now, for that you are going to regret it..." he snarled... his face an ugly, almost beastial expression of rage.... his hands going for the girl's throat... moving to drag her, choking her, down to the dungeon..... All the while Sunnie screamed,
"daddy! daddy help!" but the screams died down as the large man's fingertips curled around her throat.... They did not get far, however, before the man Sunnie was screaming for came marching up... Watching the two for a moment before scowling at both of them... first at Sunny, a serious, stern expression upon his lips, seeming to convey the 'words' they would have later... then looking to Cal.
"Cal what the fuck are you doing, let her go" he demanded walking up, placing a hand on the injured, angry man's forearm, as if to try to rip it away from his girl..when Cal refuses he gives him a hard look "Cal. Let her. The fuck. Go. I will deal with her if she's fucked up... but she is mine, not yours, got it?" he says, getting right up in Cal's face
Cal reluctantly released the girl.... His lips practically quivering with rage as he considered killing the both of them right then and there.... and yet, his gun was in his office. He stands there for a minute.... as if contemplating whether the girl's offense was worth risking the partnership of, who he viewed, as his second.... Finally with a deep breath he stared the two down..
"I sure hope to see some fucking welts on her back... hell, better than that some missing flesh or a fingers.... Punish that little cunt well.." he growls...
"Fuck you man, she's mine and I'll punish her however I see fit. Not you. Got it?" he returns.... but as Cal returns the glare, rather than the almost rabid, blood thirsty man that he'd been while trying to choke the life out of Sunnie... his eyes were once again cold... calculating... as if he was considering all the best options to be rid of the girl in the future.. perhaps even her dear protector and owner...
"Oh yes Killz... I've got it." he says with a cold, cool tone... a sinister grin upon his lips before finally he turns and walks back up the stairs.... He was still plenty angry, and fully intended someone to pay for what Sunnie had done.... and he had just the new toy to try out his anger on.....
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Jax, all the while had heard the commotion, even over the blaring TV... gulping and stilling her breath... taking Sunnie's advice to pretend that she was still secure and docile in her bindings.... hopefully Cal would simply walk off to bed, or whatever else he did when not torturing her... hey maybe this daddy Sunnie mentioned would in fact come in and help her... just as Sunnie promised..... but as the yelling died down, and minutes passed... when the door once again opened.... her heart sank.
There was Cal.. standing tall, covered in some kind of dark dirt, the top of his head a mess of crimson... his shirt likewise ruined.... yet he was smiling. Not the charming, flirtatious sort of smile one might have when dating or trying to seduce another... but the kind of smile a Butcher that really enjoys their job has, before cutting into something..... The look sent shivers up her very naked and still piss slick back... She could do little but watch him... afraid... and yet the more she watched him, she remembered the screams she'd heard from Sunnie... what had he done to her... where was she? Fear soon was replaced by anger.... and anger soon engulfed in rage.... As the man spoke, she was so caught up in brooding thoughts, she barely heard him..
"Well.. I know you and that little bitch cunt Sunnie have reunited... the question is, what did you two talk about, hmm?" his voice sounded the way ice felt, caressing over naked flesh.... as he walked around her cage... eying her as a wolf watches a wounded deer before it pounces... "Cat got your tongue? Oh don't worry, I think we can loosen that right up...." he promises... reaching into his pocket for that special key, the only thing that, short of bolt cutters, or a torch, could open the cage....
Jax watched... almost in slow motion as the key neared the keyhole... She could easily, now, slip from her bindings... and her way out was just about to be opened... the only thing that stood in her way was this man, her tormentor... His dead eyes cruel smirk nearly down near eye level.... He... the man who had, apparantly, orchestrated this whole thing... He'd stalked her, sent Sunnie to spy on her, watched as she showered for christ sakes... then has someone bring her here... only so he could strip and bind her, leave her hungry, making her piss herself.... The rage... hell the wrath, flowing through her, overwhelmed all desire for self preservation for the moment... she was tired of being scared for the moment, tired of letting him touch her... no more.....
As soon as the key entered the hole and turned... the telling click releasing it, the man pulling the cage open... it was like a switch that brought the world back to normal speed... Just as he lowered his head and opened his mouth to say something witty, she yanked her hands and feet free of the bindings.. lunging at him with feral fury... screaming at the top of her lungs. As she caught him by surprise she managed to push him back from the cage... he tripped, fell back, hitting his already wounded head with a grunt... with her falling right on top of him.... he growled..
"What the fuck is it with you little fucking sluts today... ahhh!" he hollers angrily... a hand reaching up to grab a fist full of her hair... pulling her back.... she screamed... but rather than give up or give in, she laid into him, nails scratching at his face, his eyes, nose, throat... scratching and hitting anything the could get her hands on..... after enough he relented briefly... still in a bad position to gain control of her for the moment... he uses the hold on her hair to throw her back further into the room.. near the fire place, while he moved to get up, get his bearings... and take control of the stupid bitch....
Jax rolled on her sides... coming to a hard stop, as her back slams against the bottom of the hearth... letting out a gasp of pain.... slowly trying to get to her feet.... Looking at him with hate... but also fear creeping its way back into her.... Naked, filthy.. looking like some kind of wild woman, feeling the fire warm up her bare ass.... Him his face scratched up, with a few deep cuts right below his eye.... she'd damned near slashed right into his eyeball.... The man was now covered in blood... that cold look in his eyes... rather than running at her like some sort of line backer he walked towards her... confidently... even if it seemed the motion made him wince from his now, twice conked head, and various wounds...
"Alright... We can move past this I think... just come here, calm the fuck down... and I'll only whip you half to death.... not entirely... ok?" he says in a voice that was a cold parady of reason... as he neared she looked frantically around... backing up against the hearth.. her arms at her sides... grasping for anything near her...And just as he was within arms reach, his hands stretching out towards her, she felt the handle of something graze against her palm... without another second's hesitation she grasped it tightly and swung it at the man....
Next thing she knew, Cal was hollering in pain and surprise... when she looked as to why, what she'd grabbed was a poker.... the hook part of it was impaled into him, several inches worth into his side, just under his arm.... and no doubt the hard, adrenaline fueled swing, likely broke at least one rib in the process.... Before he had a chance to take hold of her new weapon, her salvation... she yanked it out of him... leaving blood to spew more freely from the wound, and leaving him grunting and stumbling back... yet still, he was in her way.... This time, it was she who took a step towards him....
"You!" she screached... swinging the poker again... smacking hard into his arm as he tried to protect himself... a sickening crack could be heard as the back of the poker smashed against his forearm, splintering bone... "You bastard.. you took me, you stripped me... you fucking pissed on me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs... each word seemingly punctuated by another swing of the poker... opening another wound on his shoulder... and yet another on his opposite thigh... her last strike hitting him right on the knee... sending him falling down yelling onto his ass...
"Fuck... ahh.. you crazy bitch... You are going to get it...." he started to speak... but the enraged woman was far from done... standing over him she kicked him in the ribs... leaving him gasping for breath.... too wounded and surprised by the ferocity of her assault to fight back.... and just as he was opening his mouth to spew more nonesense... he felt, for just a split second, cold iron against his temple... and then he was gone..... not quite dead... but close enough for the girl to finally stagger to the side.... the rage draining out of her... reminding her how little food or water she'd had over the last several days..... she dropped the poker to the floor and quickly made for the door...
All that time, all the scuffling, the beating... the woman running out of the room... Max had seen it all from his quiet, dark little corner... and even Cal, so fueled by anger at Sunnie... and then by getting his ass kicked by a 100 lb girl, didn't notice his presence.... As the girl fled the room he let out a chuckle... walking over to Cal...The darkness seeming to finally part as light fell upon his features... an amused smirk playing across his lips.
"Well my friend... you have to admit... you did kind of deserved that..." he said in a soft, smooth tone, almost similar to the sort Cal himself used.... but the bruised, battered, broken and beaten man was unconscious thushe heard non of it.... With a smirk, he decided to heave the man into his own damned cage for whoever next came into the room to find him.... Careful to get as little of the man's blood on himself as possible as he heaved him over to the open cage... Pushing him in body part at a time until the battered fellow was in a heap on the piss stained mattress... showing, especially now, just how small the cage really was.... Then, locking the cage door, he left the key on a nearby table, too far for Cal to reach should he wake up... and then he was out the door, brushing himself off. Perhaps the two men were too much alike in some ways, perhaps that is even why Max failed to come to the man's aid.... not only was he quite certain Cal would have simply watched... but he was simply tired of the arrogant prick... it was time for someone new to be in charge....
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As Max exited the room he leisurely strolled down the long, outside hallway... enjoying the cool night air... then after re-entering the main part of the mansion he began descending the stairs.. only to find Killz and Sunnie talking heatedly about something... well more Sunnie was whining that she had good cause for hitting Cal... and that she was trying to find Killz himself.... the larger man, seeming impressed by little of what she said... Calmly Max walked down some of the stairs... waiting a moment for the two to notice they were no longer alone....
"What the fuck do you want Max, I'm in the middle of something" Killz said, the first of the duo to notice him... it seemed the man was definitely annoyed for one reason or another.... which seemed to fail to either impress of phase Max what so ever... instead Max stood there a few moments before looking either person over...
"I heard you talking about Cal...." he said, looking to Sunnie... then returning his gaze to Killz "Seems if you have any further interest on that particular subject... you may find it worth while to take a peak in his office... I heard some sort of disturbance in there.... outside of the usual I might add.." he suggests, explaining what they may find, or what he 'heard' intentionally vaguely... in a way intended to stoke curiosity, without offering answers... He'd then walk the rest of the way down the stairs without bothering to look at either of them... taking a seat in the foyer, upon one of the comfortable lounge chairs... making it quite obvious he'd be just there were he needed to be found...
"What the hell you talking about man, what happened in that office?" Killz asked after the seated man... now seemingly engrossed in something on his phone... failing to offer any more answers than he already had... "Mother fucker..." Killz sighed... "Guess we are going to see what the fuck Cal has been up to, come on Bunny..." He said, grabbing onto Sunnie to lead her up with him towards indicated location... leaving the girl to, like Killz, wonder exactly what happened in there... she was concerned for Jax, wondering if unbinding the girl had led to Cal doing something terrible to her.... Leaving the girl almost dreading to find out what was behind the door...
As they neared the end of the corridor, Killz moved to open the usually locked door... finding it open and swing inside the room easily.... there, in the center of the room in his very own specially made cage... was Cal. Laying at an odd angle, yet as his chest still heaved, even if with the occasional shutter of pain, he was still very much alive... even if he was pleading all over the piss stained mattress... Leaving the two rather surprised spectators to blink a few dozen times at what they saw... quite literally the last thing they'd have expected...
"What the...." Killz started as he neared the cage... snorting and covering his nose at the stench... "Well shit.... Looks like Karma bit somebody in the ass." he said with a laugh when the shock of seeing the supposed grand lord of the whole mansion, reduced to a heap in a cage reserved for his own special prize. He'd look around then... noting a distinct lack of the naked brunnette that had once inhabited this little cage... "Bunny... go find that Jax chick...." he commanded.... his eyes returning to the pathetic sight before him
"Whoa.... I didn't hit him in the head that hard!" Sunnie said defensively... as if she would be blamed for all of this... but as she saw her daddy look around the room, rather than at her... only then realizing, like him, that Jax was missing from the equation... she nodded at his command "Ok Daddy.... what will we do with her... you won't hurt her will you?" she asks... a pleading look in her eyes...
"We'll see... Punish her... praise her...not sure yet, we'll see.." he says with a chuckle looking from his girl to the sack of shit in the cage again... "Just go find her and we'll figure out what to do with her and this mess later..." he says.. shooing her off.... when the girl reluctantly nods and skitters off to do as she was told he returned to the man he'd only minutes ago been face to face with. "Alright... Cal, time to wake your bitch ass up" he said roughly... smacking the man in the face a few times....when he failed to get more than a groan Killz rolled his eyes and kicked the cage... hard enough to rock it back and forth, threatening to tip onto the floor... Which sent Cal's head and body rolling all over the piss and blood stained mattress.. smacking against the sides of the cage... finally rousing him
"What the fuck...." he starts woozily... looking up to see where he was... not seeing the man outside the cage at first... just the bars... and the fact he was on the inside of them.. "Hey, what the fuck.... how the..." looking then to Killz... wincing at his various broken bones... bringing his one good arm to the bars "Hey Killz man, get me the fuck out of here.... gonna fillet that little fucking bitch..." he growls... So caught up in his ranting and anger... he hadn't heard the sound of a zipper being loosened... Only noting Killz had his dick pointed at him, when a stream of pale yellow liquid began streaming over his face and bald noggin.. Choking as some landed in his mouth when he was about to speak coughing "Ahh.. what the... fuck... stop... you are fucking... shit... fucking dead!" he said, trying to put his good arm up to protect him from the stream... watching with rage mixed with disbelief at his former friend, now laughing and emptying his bladder all over him.
"Cal... shut the fuck up. You, my friend, are done. You aren't telling anyone what to do anymore..." he said simply... shaking himself off and putting away his cock, zipping himself up... "Now.. I got to go see a guy about a thing... I'll be back in a bit....." he promises... walking out of the room, closing it behind him... laughing his ass off all the way to the end of the corridor... still hearing Cal Yelling and screaming threats and various obscenities...
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"So... I Hope you don;t expect me to believe some 100 pound little girl tossed Cal in that cage..." Killz said.. sitting down in the chair across from Max.... a smirk still upon his lips... seeming to be trying to study the man adjacent to him... Who just smiled and shrugged at first..
"Well you have to admit... there is something poetic about The Master of the mansion in a little tiny cage..." he chuckled watching the other...
"Well.... yeah, that shit was funny... Have to admit, been wanting to see him go down for a while now... So, the question is... what to do with the prick now.." Killz returned the chuckle... Max began stroking his goatee thoughtfully..
"Well... we can always make an example of him... besides, if we are going to take the place over, might as well get some information out of him.... in the most... amusing ways I can think of, with which you are more than welcome to aid me with..... after that, we make an example of him that will make it very, very clear to others that we are not to be trifled with... If he survives what I have in mind.... we dispose of him... if he doesn't... well we still dispose of him..." Max explained... once again proving to be rather vague with the details... but making it clear, one way or another, Cal would be gone in a short matter of time... though he did make it sound as though he was planning on sharing control of the place... as he had not yet figured out just how ambitious the man was.
"Sure, works for me..." he says with a shrugs before seeming to brighten... "Oh, can I bring my new axe?" he says with an almost childish display of excitement.. eyes wide.. the only thing less childish and more... creepy... was the sinister, downright dark grin upon his lips...
"Well... how about we get Cal some place nice and soundproof... and have a table set up for him.... and then we can decide just what tools we will need...." he says moving to get up... but then shrugs "Though I don't see why not... for what I think we'll go with, an axe might work splendidly..... and we'll need a skilled doctor..." He finished, almost as an after thought before moving to walk away... Presumably to get things set up... and to find a number of either trusted slavers, slaves, and of course a skilled physician that was far from squeamish, or talkative, for the right price....
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After Jax had escaped the room where she'd been the subject of torment at the hands of Cal... and where she'd all but caved his head and various other body parts in with the poker... she'd run along the corridor... shivering as she realized she was outside.... Taking a moment to breathe deeply of the fresh air.... but afraid to doddle, given there was no place out here to hide... the ground was too far down to jump, and she was getting too cold for comfort, given she was still somewhat damp from the piss Cal had her laying upon, and of course from how he'd emptied his own bladder over her....
Reaching the opposite end of the corridor, she heard the sound of a man's voice, just down the stairs... apparantly yelling at some slave, as she hadn;t noticed or heard Sunnie down there with him.. too frantic to get away, she went into the other larger room... seeing a somewhat concealed set of stairs... thinking perhaps it let out into a backway... yet instead it led her down to a little grassy area, withsome flowers and a fountain.... and the next, a steel door... fortunately open... let her into a room with several beds and half as many women of various ages... yet all wearing collars of some kind, milling around.
As she'd barged into the room, they all paused in what they were doing to stare at her.... some averting their gaze and turning their backs... seeming to think, if they didn't look at her...t han she wasn't really there... A few others began talking amongst themselves... gesturing and flicking their eyes from each other to her.... and while one left the room entirely, another brought over a loose fitting shirt... just large enough to cover her from shoulders to thigh.. whispering urgently to her..
"You must be the one of the new girls... I don;t know how you escaped or got in here... but you must leave... quickly...!" the woman urged... apparantly showing giving her something to wear was the only kindness to be expected..
"But..But I have no where else to go... I think I killed that man... that... Cal he said his name was... I don;t know how to get out of here... please help me..." she paused looking franticly around the room at the other women "Please, someone help me!" he yelled at them.....
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Sunnie Considered what she would do if she'd managed to just escape from a captor after five days of torment..... trying to think where a scared and naked woman would go... Other than the obvious of outside, back home, live a normal life...... But Sunnie rather doubted such a thing would be likely... so she decided to start with the most obvious place for any slave to be, escaped or otherwise.... the slave quarters.... Heading down the usual route there, she noticed one of the house girls rushing away from said quarters..
"Oh hey, hey, hey you.. did you see some naked brunnette girl..." she all but hopped in front of the woman, nearly colliding with her.. holding up her hands to Jax's approximate height.. "Yay high... pretty... stinky of pee and stuff running around?" she asked quickly... the woman paused for a moment before quietly nodding in the affirmative... pointing to the quarters... not wanting to actually speak the words...
"Oh.. really? she actually came down here like I thought? I mean, yeah of course she did... umm yeah thanks... bye bye.." she babbled all excited now...quickly running down to find the woman... bursting through the room... Finding that all the house slaves in the room looked up quickly to her... as if expecting trouble or punishment.... Yet usually they were all about going about their business, or rather the business they've been instructed... yet they all watched her warily...
"Umm.. hey... you girls seen a naked brunette... yay high running around? One of the others indicated she was seen in here...." She asked... raising a brow at the silence of the women... some seemed more fidgety than others... yep, something was definitely up.... as none stepped forward, pointed, or otherwise she sighed.. "Jax.. Jax its me Sunnie... come out, you're safe... that man won't hurt you anymore, promise promise" She didn't want to say, precisely, just what man she was speaking of... it wasn't her place to let anyone know what had happened to Cal... or her suspicions about what else was going to happen to the man....
"Sunnie?" a voice warily spoke up... shakey sounding... A heap of clothes on one of the beds began to stir.... Jax rising up from under it, wearing just a simple large shirt... no doubt taken from the guest laundry.... But hey, at least she had something to cover herself now... "God..Sunnie, what have I done? how do I get out of here.... I thought... I heard you and that man, Cal, screaming... and I thought he hurt you... or worse....." she said.. collapsing into the girl's arms as all the pain, torment, humiliation, anger... and so many other emotions all feel upon her at once... the adrenaline that had gotten her this far seeming to fail her...
"Its ok Jax.... I told you daddy will know what to do, and I think he does... come one..." she says, moving to help Jax out the door... "But first... I don;t think daddy would mind you taking a shower... girl, you need one.." she said with a sniffle... leading Jax to one of the showers, offering her some soap and letting the woman get rid of the stink Cal had surrounded her with...
After the shower, as after all, Killz had only commanded her to FIND Jax... he never said what to do with her; Sunnie brought her up to Killz chambers... finding something a bit more comfortable, and clean, to wear as well as bringing her water and food... "Hang out here... rest and eat up... when daddy gets back here we'll fgure stuff out" she says nodding encouragingly to Jax....
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After all had been prepared, and the men, slaver and slave alike, the ones he knew could keep their traps shut, were gathered... he brought them to Cal's office... Keeping them outisde for a moment as he entered alone. "Hello there Cal... comfy?" he asked with an amused smile... watching the man.
"Max.. what the fuck... I gave you that sweet little fuck meat Sookie.... why the hell are you not helping me... get me out of here!" He swore... fuming... though his voice was weaker than prior... obviously he was still losing blood... and the pain, perhaps even shock was taking its toll on the man..
"Cal... shut up. You are an insufforable, arrogant prick. The only reason I've tolerated you is because... Well, I liked your contacts, you gave me good sources of entertainment... and well, really, it was amusing to piss you off when you tried to summon me or boss me around." he explained simply.. using a similarly calm, smooth tone, Cal would recognize... "But... when it all comes down to it, I think you've outlived your usefulness. This place needs someone new... and well... I in turn just need your contacts... feel free to tell me where you keep them... what the password or combination is to whatever lock or computer you have them in.... And you get to die here, now... no more pain. What do you say pal?" he asks.. leaning down to stare Cal right in the eyes...
"Hmm... let me think... eat shit, vomit it out... and then eat it again and die... fucking bitch!" he wheazes out before spitting in Max's face... Leaving him to sigh, stand up... reaching for a piece of cloth from his pocket, he wipes Cal's mixture of spittle and blood from his cheek.. "You know, I have to admit... there is a part of me that was hoping you'd say exactly that...." he said... Pulling out a small, what looked like a breath freshener, can... aiming it at Cal before pushing the spout down.... sending a wide continuous mist of liquid towards Cal's mouth and nose...
"Hey what the fu...ck.... arrrrre... yooou...." he started out strong... but felt his eyes suddenly begin feeling like anvils... unable to help but breath in what, turned out to be, aerosolized chloroform.... The spray proving to be a more efficient delivery system than the old rag over the mouth gag.... soon Cal was once again out for the count.... With a nod of satisfaction, Max returned the bottle to his pocket and opened the office back up.. nodding to the men outside of it to get to work.... Where one found the key where Max had previously left it... and then they all worked to tug the dead weight of the wounded man out from the cage... proceeding to heft him down to the room Max had, had prepared for him....
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About two hours later, Cal began blearily opening his eyes... everything seemed blurry.... all he could see were bright lights affixed around the room... He was about to tr to say something... but it seemed there was something in his mouth.... this and the fact that he couldn't move his arms... began bringing him ever quicker out from under the effects of the chloroform... realizing then, he couldn't even move his head.... Only his eyes.... and what he saw brought a mixture of anger and fear in equal measures....
"Ahh.. good you're awake.." It was some tall black man; his skin so dark he truly could have almost have been considered literally black; that spoke.. his accent either Haitian or, perhaps African... shit Cal didn't know, they all looked and sounded the same to his racist ass. "Don't worry, You are still in tact, I just gave you a paralyzing agent... it will stop you from being able to move... but not from being able to feel..." the man said... proving an odd sense of humor when he demonstrated the fact by flicking him in the nose.... and true to the man's word... Cal felt it plenty.... letting out a low growl of frustration.... So to take stock of his situation he let out a sigh... ok, so he had multiple broken bones, from what he could tell while he was in the cage... he got them from that little fuckmeat Jax, who has escaped.... and now he was apparantly paralyzed, lying flat on some kind of low table... with some big black man... and.... he growled again as he saw the shit eating grinning faces of both Max and Killz.... with Killz slinging something over his shoulder.....
"Alright Dr. Nigel, he all patched up and ready for us then?" Asked Max.. walking near the table to Cal. The doctor nodded in the affirmative.. "Splendid... now, Cal, you do remember the offer I gave you before, yes? You tell me where all your contacts are, how to get to them. And I kill you... quick, clean... no muss no fuss.. right?" he looked to Cal for confirmation... the man reluctantly nodding, that he understood, though giving no signs that he was planning to give in... "Ahh good... ok well, since you literally spit in my face at my generous offer, I have a revised one for you...." he says starting... "Killz here... he's going to hack your limbs off with his shiny new axe.... " he paused, looking to Killz... who took the chance to dramatically swing the long handled fireman's axe around as if it was some kind of baton in a flag twirling troupe
Max chuckles and rolls his eyes...before looking to watch Cal's expression... enjoying how his eyes widen further... a touch more fear seeming to creep into his slack expression... "ahh good, so I have your attention now, great." Offering Cal a rough pat on the cheek.. "So yes... That is happening regardlessly... don;t worry Dr. Nigel here will make sure ya don;t die... well he'll do his best anyways. And he'll stitch you up and everything.... But by the time Killz is done with you... you will be a quadruple ampute." he says making sure Cal got the point before continuing...
"What I am offering you, is drugs.... lots and lots of drugs, to make you entirely numb... hell if I feel you are telling the truth, I might... might, even allow you to be put under so you don't have to witness all that is about to happen to you." he offers... Smiling to Cal... the sight far less pleasant than usual... the cold eyes, the wide malicious smile...It was a look even scarier than that which Cal had seen in the mirror... He'd always felt he and Max had some similarities... but he'd never expected that the man was quite this... fucking terrifying.. talking about cutting his fucking arms and legs off... as if he were explaining a simple root canal or something...
"So, I am going to remove your gag in a few seconds... the only, absolute only thing I want to here... is where and how to get to your Rolodex. Now, a single syllable more than I want to hear, and the gag goes back on, the axe goes down, the Dr. Gets to work...." he explained simply... waiting a second before tugging the man's gag free... at first Cal says nothing.. simply taking deep breaths, trying to think....
"Its... its up your-" and just like that, as promised the gag was replaced... as it was obvious where Cal was going with that.. Sighing and taking a step back he nodded to Killz.
"Batter up bitch!" the man called out With a laugh.. swinging the axe high into the air, before bringing it down hard upon Cal's right arm... severing it nearly at the joint, just below the already attached tourniquet... Leaving Cal to scream at the top of his lungs through the gag... unable to help the tears beginning to stream down his face.... his face managing to contort in agony.... Dr. Nigel wasting no time, pushing the useless arm front he table, he began working on the nub... covering it in a clotting agent, and wrapping it in bandages... whatever else the skilled Dr. was doing to keep the man alive, he neither knew or really cared. He simply knew that even were Cal to lose too much blood, they had 'liberated' blood from a blood bank with his blood type... and they already had a IV bag set up... the needle stuck into his neck, rather than his arms since... well, he was expected to come out of all this missing them.
"Well... that looked painful... and yet you've got three good limbs ripe to be chopped with equal pain... have anything you'd like to say?" he asked simply... once again removing the gag... this time without any of the dramatization as before... Cal moaned and breathed heavily... a few sobs escaping him...
"My... safe..." he says finally... through gritted teeth...
"Ahh, great... the safe is in... your office... your room..... where?" He said in a more cheerful tone
"Fuc-" and again the gag was replaced... Max shrugged, and again the axe came down... the sound of it snapping through the bone of his upper most thigh... damned near chopping the man's dick off along with it... and again the Dr. went to work... Cal left to once again howl in pain... his body, despite the paralytic, shaking in pain...
"Congratulations, you are officially half the man you used to be. soon enough the only thing a prosthetic is going to do is make you look like that guy from family guy... you know, the one with a peg leg for each arm and leg? Hell, after that you might as well start talking like a pirate to.." Max taunted..
"Excuse me Sir... This man cannot take anymore.. he is already on the verge of going into shock... another limb so soon will kill him." The tall black man explained... leaving Max to sigh... looking back to Killz... who simply shrugged... seeming to care little one way or the other...
"Alright... We'll pick this up tomorrow Cal... take the rest of the night to think about my offer... it stands only until yourarms and legs are gone.... after that the true horror begins..... Just think about it..." Max finishes... patting the man on the chest before walking out of the room.. removing the apron he'd worn to keep himself dry of blood... "Well.. At least we know what to look for... perhaps I won't need him for the combination..." he conversed with Killz... leaving Cal to sulk in his own pain... the Dr. had been given every permission to keep Cal alive, outside of pain medication... that was something yet to be earned...
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The next day Killz and Max returned to the room... Dr. Nigel standing over the practically halved man, adjusting the paralyzing medication drip... and preparing various other needles, cutting items and bandages...
"He ready for the next round Doc?" Killz asked with a smirk... his axe, recently cleaned and polished, propped over his shoulder.. looking almost eagerly at the doctor
"Well... if this were a hospital, I would suggest giving the man a few days to recover.... but since this is a different situation all together... I suppose he is as ready as he can be without proper time to mend... I should be able to prevent him from dying" he doctor explains... its clear he wasn't particularly fond of the plans for the man on the table... but he showed no signs of really overly minding the work
"Splendid... back to it we go then. Doctor go ahead and get ready, as we're just going to get right back to it..." He says, watching as the doctor made sure to stay close, but well out of the way of Killz and his 'surgical' tool.. The two other men going about getting their aprons on once more before Max returned to Cal's side.. "Heya Cal, wakie wakie..." he says, roughly smacking the man's face... when there was a distinct lack of response, he tilted his head down, listening to the man's breathing.... then opening one of his eyelids... "Cal stop pretending you're sleeping..." he sighs with a tone of annoyance... "When Cal fails to cease his facade Max shrugs.. "Ok fuck it, his hand" he says back to Killz... Who immediately raises the axe, taking a moment to aim...
As soon as Max had given the comman, Cal's eyes immediately opened... a muffled scream escaping his gag.. trying to let them know he was in fact awake... he'd hoped if he pretended he was unconscious they'd give him more time to recover, or think a way out of this situation... but it seemed they saw through his bullshit... or they just didn't care... Max held up a hand.. pausing Killz for a second..
"Oh so you are awake, good... let this be a lesson then.. I address you, you don't pretend you're asleep" he says coldly, offering a nod to Killz again.... and down came the axe yet again.. Cal's eyes widening as he awaited the oncoming of pain.. screaming... the arc seeming to go in slow motion for him... and then that sound, becoming ever more familiar, as the weapon dug deep into the table, severing his hand at the wrist.... Moaning, and screaming...
"Fuck red bull, I bet that'll wake you up in the morning, am I right?" he laughs.. pounding Cal's chest like some friend he was joking with... He'd then wait for the Dr. to do his routine... "Oh don't bother with the bandages... he's not going to need them.... Hell, he won;t have the arm you're about to bandage for long.." he said... the doctor raised an eyebrow and shrugged.. Seeing as the tourniquets already attached had slowed the blood flow significantly
a remarkebly minimal amount of blood spurted and dripped from the stump... Max waited a few more moments for Cal to calm down a touch again...
"Alright.. I imagine I don't have to remind you how things are going from here... now, the good news, while I was away, I found your safe. So now I only need one more piece of information from you.... give it, and you get to feel all the pain drift away in a haze of morphine... don't... and well... " he smiles cruelly.. "I can see how a part of you might think... 'hey once they have the answers and cut off my remaining limbs, they're just going to kill me anyways right? I'm tough, I can handle the pain...' Am I right?" he asks... giving Cal a moment to blink his eyes or make some sound of affirmation... or not... "Well... no... actually, I have absolutely no intention of killing you... hell I want you alive. You my friend are going to be a shining example to any of the other slavers around that might think to take myself or Killz down the way we have you...... After all... there are still lots of things to cut off besides arms and legs" he explains in depth... giving Cal a little more full of a picture of his near future..... his eyes again widening open... his eyes blinking furiously....
"You have something to say then?" Max asks politely... pulling the gag from his mouth....
"Ok... Ok... the combination... is.." Cal says telling Max the combination to the safe... finally giving in, if his future was to be of amputee of every kind... given as he was already chopped into pieces, there was nothing he could do about it at this point... he just wanted to be done with the pain.... Part of him even considered begging for death rather than what that lunatic claimed he'd had in store for him.... but no.... it was over... he just wanted to be numb now.... And with a nod from Max, the Dr. pulled out a needle.. fixing it to the drip feed...a few moments later and Cal took in a deep, relieved breath as all his pain drifted away into a dull background...
"Alright... no point with any more theatrics.. lets just get this shit done." he said... nodding for Killz to take the remaining limbs... simply because a single swing of an axe was apparantly quicker than messing with the bone saw. The Dr. Working furiously to patch up the newest stumps.... "Since he can't feel the rest, and they aren't attached to major arteries, good to continue with...his little transformation?" Max asked now more matter of factly....With the limb removed, and the axe now of little use save for overkill he smiled to Max and wandered off... presumably to find Sunnie, and see if she'd found the girl, Jax...
"Yes... we have the transfusions ready if he loses too much blood, and the morphine will keep him out of it..." the doctor agrees... Max waits for the man to finish up with the two most recent amputations... until they were on the mend before he nodded, picked up one of the various knives, and began his work.... cutting off, pretty much anything that was not torso or head.... Meaning his dick, balls, ears, even his nose was slowly removed... each time Max cut something off.. there was the Tall dark skinned doctor to patch whatever item it was off... stitching, or in some cases simply cauterizing the wounds closed.... Then Max moved on to the Man's tongue.... making sure to tilt his head to the side, so he didn't drown in his own blood.... the nub of his tongue ending up being another item that was cauterized.... Then the more labor intensive task of removing the man's teeth.... taking a set of pliers, he began going to work.... One by one... His farthest back molars, he had a hard time getting... ending up just smashing them with a hammer.... And then finally Max used a scalpel to remove the man's eyelids.
Hours had passed by the time he was complete with his creation... or rather his destruction... and he took a step back.. tilting his head to the side as if admiring a piece of abstract art...
"Interesting.... shit, doesn't even look like a man anymore... just some kind of... ugly ass abomination....." He mused to the doctor.... the man looking with disgust.... not guilt, or even pity, at what he had been a part of... simply disgust at the creature now on the table before them
"Looks like... a fucking, I don't know... some kind of warped potato..." The Dr. said with a grimace... "Anyways... What do you plan to do with him now that he is.... I guess now that it, I should say... is what it is..?" the doctor asked
"Well... first thing... ease off the morphine... enough to keep him lucid but pain free.... for now. After that, well... After that, he will be the perfect example..." he said with a shrug...
"An example of what?" the doctor asked simply, curious as to what use this man had for such a now deformed creature...
"An example... of why, NOT to piss me off..." Max says with the most sinister grin the doctor had seen... Leaving the man to gulp..
"Right... umm... of course... I ahh.. I will make the arrangements you asked for.. I expect he will no longer need me to monitor him after a couple days... any nurse... with the stomach for something such as it, will be able to care for him...." Nigel explained... suddenly nervous for some reason... rather wanting to be out of the room with the man who created... that...
"Of course, As soon as he..." he smiles "It... as you say, no longer needs you, you will be paid in full and welcome to be on your way. though I do hope you are still willing to go on the pay roll as our concierge doctor, on retainer of course" Max smiled to the man... this time it almost seemed charming... despite what he had just spent hours doing...
"Umm sure, yes, of course..." the doctor agreed... and with another smile, and a nod.. Max left... wandering back to Cal's office to retrieve the contact information of all Cal's most prevalent well, contacts... those that dealt in rare goods, or exotic animals... others that dealt with art and gems.... some that were the procurer of the more exotic furnishings... as well as several promoters for secret clubs such as his own... and then there were the handlers for the 'talent' spotters, where the Slavers received their targets..... It all seemed to be there on the flash drive, after opening the safe.... everything he needed to run the place, at his fingertips.
In fact, it was as he was looking through the contacts that one name stood out to him... Rakanni.... apparantly he was one of their trafficking clients... a man that seemed to like the oddities... Slaves with some sort of defects....
"Perfect..." Max thought to himself... giving the man a call from Cal's phone... it rang a few times before a man with a particularly deep voice answered
"Hey Cal, you son of a bitch, that last bitch you sent me... you said she was virgin... she was not. She was just ugly enough to be one!" the man yelled into the receiver, the heavy nigerian accent raging in his ear.... leaving Max to pull the phone away for a moment.
"Mr. Rakanni... or would you prefer I simply call you Rock. Given that mistaken transaction, you may be pleased to know, Cal will no longer be making mistakes... of any kind..." he explained into the reciever... the man on the other end seeming to consider this information..
"Then who the fuck is this. I do not work with men I do not know!" The man shouted again... leaving Max to sigh in annoyance.
"My name is Max, I will be taking over at Dark Addiction." he explained calmly. "As far as not wanting to deal with me, because you don't know me... I think I can think of a transaction that might make the transition from stranger to friend a bit smoother. How would you like to add Cal to your collection of living oddities?" he proposed to the man
"What the hell are you talking about.. Max... why would I want a deadman in my LIVING oddities, ehh? Are you as stupid as that white little gremlin?" Rock returned..
"Oh you misunderstood... he is very much alive.... but, well... in his shape I think he would be particularly well suited... perhaps he could even prove to be your masterpiece... I worked on him myself, so I would wager he has become something you've not yet seen... perhaps even something to strike awe and fear into those that see what is left of him..." Max continued..... The warlord seemed to pause as he heard this....
"I will need pictures... and then I will send one of my people for inspection, to make sure you do not try to decieve me. agreed? After all is shown good, we will talk price" the man finished, promptly hanging up. Leaving Max to smile widely...
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Days later, The creature that was once known as Cal, was placed up into a cage in the foyer.. lowered enough for all to see what had become of the man.... Gathering all Slavers, and slaves currently in captivity and employ, Max introduced them all.
"You all remember Cal... most of you heard he had disappeared... some of you thought he was dead... others just believed he was on another trip, stalking another woman to add to our collection here." He started... Looking into the eyes of everyone... seeing that some had already deduced where he was getting at... others simply couldn't take there eyes off of the creature in the cage... "But I've decided it is time for you all to know the truth.... This...monstrosity... this ugly little..." he started.... just then the creature that was once Cal, hearing the insults thrown his way began squealing and hollering... likely trying to scream obsceneties as he used to enjoy... "This screaming Potato!" he said with a laugh.. "This is Cal. He was a piece of shit, he stepped on too many toes.... and then he made the mistake of annoying myself and Killz. So this is what happened to him as a result." he continued... a Stern look overcoming his expression...Seeing no point in really telling the entire story as to how Killz ended up injured by his own toy first.
"Let Cal here be a lesson to you. I am the head of this Mansion now. If I am not around, you will answer to Killz. If any of you feel the strain of ambition, thinking you can take control from me, as I have from Cal... I promise you, this will be your fate as well. the only difference is, I will keep you awake and not numb for the whole fucking thing."He paused again as he looked around... many of the slavers, usually hard men... looked away as his eyes neared there's...
"That being said, don't intentionally try to piss me off, and you likely won't.. Things will go on as they always have, we are simply under new management. Now Cal will only be with us for a few days until he is shipped off to his new home... so feel free to make him look forward to it.." he laughed... placing his hands on the cage to swing the screaming potato man around... the sounds coming from the eyelidless, tongueless... damned near everything-less, creature stirring others to join in the laughter
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When Rock's man came to inspect what had once been Cal.. he was intrigued... poking and prodding the once-man... peeling up Cal's lips to see the lack of teeth and tongue..
"Why did you not remove his lips?" the man asked with a similarly thick accent as his employer.
"Well.. I didn't know just what Rakanni was into... thought he might want a warm place to put his dick now and again..." he smirked.... bringing a wide smile from the man
"This is a possibility..." the man agrees.... After a while, once the inspection was complete, the man brought his employer onto the screen of a laptop... explaining all he saw.. apparently, though Max did not understand the language they were speaking... After a time of them talking, Max was gestured over, at which point they spoke of cost.... and then, everything settled... Cal was placed in, what was essentially, a dog cage... and was taken off to his new home in Africa.......
Bye bye Cal... have fun getting mouth fucked by a big black African warlord XD
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