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Post by accountant on Apr 20, 2018 13:10:36 GMT -6
Before I leave you for the weekend, I thought I would add one more.
Paul enters a card game with a lot at stake.
Chapter 46
When Paul awoke, he wasn’t sure what time it was. He knew that the sun hadn’t yet gone down though, from the sliver of sunlight coming in through the small windows at the top of the warehouse.
He knew that sooner or later Trigger would be expecting some kind of results from him, but it wouldn’t be today. Today was just to get acclimatized to the facilities.
He walked out to the front reception area where a card game was being set up. Rico saw him and waved him over.
“Hey man, you’re right on time. We’re fixing to play a game of Texas Hold ‘em. Grab a seat. The winner gets Jimmy’s bitches.”, said Rico, smiling like always.
“How many bitches did Jimmy have?”, asked Paul.
“He had three. Candace, the blonde, Tammy, the chunky brunette, and Shawna, the pakkie chick.”, said Jas as he shuffled the cards.
“Since I’m new here, I figured I’d get them.”, said Paul to see what kind of reaction he would get.
“Not here, accountant.”, said a fat man, chuckling, with tattoos on his head, “If you want them, you gotta earn them. The name’s Tiny.”
“Okay Tiny. Let’ go. Deal me in, Jas.”, said Paul.
Paul was given a stack of chips and he took a seat next to Tiny.
“You any good at cards, accountant?”, asked a man with a handlebar mustache and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
“It’s been a while since I played. I’m a little rusty.”, said Paul.
“Good. Then you’ll be out early.”, said the handlebar man to a chorus of laughs.
There were nine men playing when the cards were shuffled. Paul played cautiously at first, only losing the blinds and watched the rest of the men play. With the first ten hands, three of the men were out of the game. By the end of the first hour, Paul had won a few hands and was now second in chip count with only three men in the game, Tiny, Handlebar moustache man, and himself. Handlebar man had only a few chips more than Paul and Tiny was almost out when the next hand was dealt. Paul was dealt a pair of queens. The first three cars were shown, a six, a ten, and a two. Tiny only had a few chips and he went all in. Paul matched his chip count and so did handlebar man. The fourth card was shown and it was another queen. Paul bet half his chips and moustache man folded. The river card was a king. Tiny turned over his cards and showed that he had two pairs, sixes over twos. Paul showed his triple queens and won the pot. Now Paul’s chip count was more than handlebar moustache man’s. Paul knew that statistically he could wait out the moustache man and end up winning. The game went back and forth between the two men for the next half hour, each winning small pots and the chip count not changing much between them.
Finally handlebar man said “This is getting boring, accountant. Let’s make this the last hand. The winner gets it all.”
Paul knew he had to be cautious now. He knew that he couldn’t back down from a challenge but he was leading in chips.
“You’re just saying that because you’re losing. If you’re too tired to keep going we can always stop now and the winner will be the one with the most chips.”, he said, trying to keep the game going.
“I don’t think you have the balls to do a one hand showdown.”, said handlebar man, showing his temper.
The men who had fallen out of the game started to gather around the table to watch the confrontation.
Paul stayed calm and said, “I’m just playing by the rules of the game. I could do the one hand showdown with you, but then I would just hate to see you lose to someone you think doesn’t have any balls.”
“Shut up and play, asshole.”, said handlebar man.
The cards were dealt. Paul bet the blind and was holding the three of clubs and the four of clubs. The first three cards were shown. They were the two of clubs, the five of clubs ,and the king of diamonds. Paul bet a stack of chips. Handlebar man matched his chip count and raised him the same amount. Paul matched the raise and the fourth card was turned over. It was a ten.
Handlebar man looked at Paul, looked at his cards, smiled and pushed all his chips onto the table. “Let’s end this.”, he said.
Paul quickly did the calculations in his head. With the cards showing on the table, the handlebar man could be holding up to triple kings or two pair with kings high. With one card left to go, the odds of a fourth king if he already had three was one in 44 or 2.2%. if he already had triple kings and the last card was a two, five or a ten, he would have a full house. The odds of one of those showing up as the last card were 9 out of 44 or 20.5% or one in five. Paul looked at his own cards. The best he could get was a straight flush if the ace of clubs or the six of clubs showed up. The odds of that happening were 2 out of 44 or 4.4%. That would beat the full house and the four of a kind, if that is what handlebar would end up having. If any club showed up as the last card, Paul would have a flush. If wouldn’t beat the four of a kind or a full house but would beat a triple. The odds of the last card being a club if handlebar man was holding clubs in his pocket was 7 out of 44 or 15.9% or one in six. If any ace or six was the last card, Paul would have a straight which would beat a triple but not a full house.
“What are you waiting on, accountant? I’m all in. Are you gonna pussy out?”, said handlebar man with a smile.
This was the second time he had challenged Paul and Paul knew he couldn’t back down. The odds were against him with the cards, but then the odds had been against him his whole life.
Reluctantly, Paul pushed all his chips to the middle of the table.
The last card was turned over. It was the ace of spades.
Handlebar man started hooting and shouting,”Woohoo! Yeah!! Trip rockets, man. I won, bitch! Those sluts are mine! Too bad, accountant, suck it!!”
Paul sat calmly and expressionless. Slowly, he turned over his cards and said “A straight beats a triple. I win.”
The room was quiet for a moment and then erupted into laughter. Handlebar man threw down his cards in disgust and stormed out of the building.
Rico came up to Paul and patted him on the back. “Man, I can’t believe that. You won, dude. Wow, Dillon is so pissed. But who cares, you got yourself three bitches! I’m going over to the school. I’ll tell them to get them all ready for you. You’re gonna have a fun night tonight.”
“I’m pretty tired. Maybe just one tonight. Maybe just the pakkie chick”, said Paul, hoping to see Shawna for the first time.
“Naw, you don’t want her tonight. Jimmy told me she was a fighter. I’ll tell them to get the blonde ready for you. You did say that you liked blondes right?”, said Rico with a smile.
‘Dammit”, thought Paul, “Me and my big mouth.” Seeing Shawna would have to wait.
“Sure, tell them to get the blonde ready.”, he said.
“Paul, come up here for a second”, called Trigger from the top of the stairwell.
Paul got up from the table and went upstairs to Trigger’s office.
“That was a great game you played.”,said Trigger, “I saw how Dillon called you out twice but you didn’t flinch. You not only earned the girls, you also earned the respect of the men. That’ll go a long way.”
“Dillon is pissed.”, said Paul.
‘Dillon’ll get over it. It was just a game. You won fair and square and he knows it. Here, I got you something,”, said Trigger, handing Paul a bottle of Glenfiddich 21 year old scotch, ‘Consider it a signing bonus. You’ve earned it.”
“Got any glasses lying around?”, asked Paul as he cracked open the bottle.
Trigger pulled a couple of crystal tumblers from a desk drawer and Paul poured them both a shot of the alcohol.
“Here’s to the start of something special.”, Paul toasted as they both raised their glasses.
Both men downed the shot in one gulp.
“Now go on and get out of here. Go enjoy your winning.”, said Trigger, smiling.
Paul thanked the man and walked downstairs and out of the building.
He saw Dillon standing at the gate and walked up to him. Paul took the top off the bottle and held it out for Dillon.
“No hard feelings?”, he said.
Dillon grabbed the bottle from Paul’s hand and took a long draw from it.
“You’re an asshole, accountant.”, he said, swallowing the liquid, “But it was a good game.”
Dillon smiled and handed the bottle back to Paul.
Paul stuffed the bottle in his pocket and headed across the farm towards the school.
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Post by 9idrr on Apr 20, 2018 15:31:03 GMT -6
If'n I was Paul, I'd be careful of turnin' my back on Dillon for a good bit.
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Post by texican on Apr 20, 2018 21:35:36 GMT -6
If'n I was Paul, I'd be careful of turnin' my back on Dillon for a good bit. Sharing the hooch will help.... But the next time, Paul needs to lose to Dillon.... Thanks A for the chapter.... Texican....
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Post by gipsy on Apr 21, 2018 14:12:18 GMT -6
Next time he won't be playing for his daughter.
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Post by accountant on Apr 23, 2018 8:30:06 GMT -6
Chapter 47
When Paul reached the school, he noticed that all the doors were chained shut except for one door. The windows of all the classrooms all had been covered from the outside and he couldn’t see into them.
Opening the door, he saw that the hallways had been illuminated by candles every ten feet or so. Paul walked inside and saw a young university age girl standing there waiting. She couldn’t have been more than twenty years old with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She was wearing a flannel shirt that was open almost all the way to her navel, a tight skirt, and a pair of sandals.
“Are you the man who won Mr. Jimmy’s girls, sir?”, she asked.
“Yes, I guess I am.”, said Paul.
“I have told slut Candace to expect you. She is ready for you in room 117 down this hallway, sir. Do you need any condoms?”, she asked.
“Umm, no, I think I am okay.”, said Paul, slightly embarrassed.
“No problem, sir. If you need anything, please let me know. My name is slut Becky, and I will be more than happy to help you, sir.”, she said, emotionlessly.
“Thanks Becky.”, said Paul, as he headed down the hallway.
When he came to the door of room 117, he saw another young girl leaving one of the other classrooms covering her nakedness with a blanket. She headed down the hallway towards where Becky still stood without acknowledging Paul at all.
Paul opened the door of the classroom and was shocked at what he saw. There in the candlelight, was a young girl sitting on her knees on a gym mat that was covered with a blanket, completely naked. Her arms were behind her back, her head tilted back, and her mouth slightly open with her eyes closed. Even in the candlelight, he could tell that she had several bruises on her body.
Paul quickly came inside and shut the door.
“Put you clothes back on.”, he said sharply.
“What?”, asked the girl.
“I said put your clothes on”, Paul repeated as he turned away from her.
“I’m sorry, sir. Right away, sir.”, she said, apprehensively.
The young girl quickly dressed and returned to the same position as she had been in previously. “I did as you asked sir.”, she announced.
Paul turned back to the girl and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you, so you can relax, okay?”.
The girl released some of the tension she was holding and said softly, “Thank you, sir.”
Paul took the blanket from the gym mat and covered the shivering girl with it.
“Why are you calling me sir?”, asked Paul as he sat down beside her. He could see the girl flinch a little when he moved towards her, but she didn’t move.
“We were taught that it was better to be obedient and all the men like it when we call them sir.”, she explained, confused with the way this man was behaving.
“Okay, well, while we are in here, you don’t have to call me sir. My name is Paul. Please call me Paul, okay?”, he said.
The girl just nodded.
“What’s your name?”, he asked, gently.
“My name is slut Candace, si..Paul.”, she said, keeping her glaze on the floor, her blonde hair hiding her face.
“No, that’s not your name. What is your real name?”, he asked.
“My name…my name is Candace Davenport.”, she said, looking up slightly.
“Good. That’s much better. I want you to believe me when I say that I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk with you. Do you mind if I ask you some questions, Candace?”, asked Paul.
“First, were you at Western when the day happened?”, he asked.
“Yes.”
“What year were you in?”
“First year.”
“Okay. Were you in engineering?”
“No. I was a psychology major.”
“How old are you, Candace?”
“I’m eighteen, Paul.”
“Where are you from?”
“From Peterborugh.”
“Now Candace, I’m not going to ask how you got here since I think I already know, but I’m hoping you can tell me a little bit about this place and the girls here. Can you do that for me?”, asked Paul.
“You’re really not going to do anything to me?”, asked Candace as she finally looked up at Paul’s face, her brown eyes filling up with wetness.
“I promise you, we’re just going to talk. I’m never going to hurt you like any of the other men here did.”, said Paul.
The young girl slowly took Paul’s arm and put her head on Paul’s arm. Her body began to shake. He could tell that she was suppressing her sobs so Paul put his arm around her to console her. He let her cry into his chest and softly rocked her back and forth.
After a long time, Candace finally looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry. I made your shirt all wet.”
“That’s okay. It’s just a shirt.”, he said, smiling down at her, “Do you think you are ready to talk with me now?”
Candace nodded and asked, “What do you want to know?”
“Can you tell me how this place is run, in terms of the girls?”, he asked.
“During the daytime, they mainly make us do all the cooking in the kitchen for them. They keep all the food in a couple of the classrooms. We cook and bring the food out to the men and the guys in the storage building, clean the dishes, wash their clothes, and stuff. They make some of us work out in the fields too. Sometimes in the morning the men who are out all night would come in and take their girls. At night time most of the other men would come and take their girls. Some of them would beat the girls first before having sex with them like Mr. ..like Jimmy.”, she said.
“That’s how you got those bruises?”
Candace just nodded.
“Okay, and how does Becky fit into all this?”
“Mr. Trigger put Becky in charge of the girls. She’s one of Mr….Trigger’s girls. She doesn’t have to cook or clean. She just makes sure that the girls go to the rooms and the guys have everything they want.”
“And where do the girls who aren’t in a rooms stay?”
“If we aren’t cooking or cleaning, we’re kept in the gym. They laid down some gym mats for us to sleep on.”
“And what about food?”
“If there’s any food left over after it’s cooked and the men are fed, we get to eat it.”
“How many girls are here?”
“Including Becky, there’s thirty two.”
“And all of them are claimed by the men.”
Candace nodded.
“Okay Candace. I want you to do something for me. I know that I won two other girls. One’s named Tammy and the other is named Shawna. Can you please go get Shawna for me? I’d like to talk to her as well. But, please don’t tell her anything about me, just tell her that I want her to come here. Can you do that for me?”, asked Paul.
Candace nodded and got up to leave.
“Hang on a second.”, said Paul as he stood.
He tussled her hair, pulled her shirt out from her jeans, and undid several of the buttons.
“I’m sorry. I want it to look like we had sex.”, he said.
“Yes sir. I understand sir.”, said Candace with no emotion on her face.
“Also, please bring some water. I think we might need it.”, said Paul.
“Right away, sir.”, said Candace as she went out into the hallway.
Paul was finally going to be able to see his daughter.
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Post by arkansascob on Apr 23, 2018 10:08:11 GMT -6
Ok A. I know you are not going to make it that easy.
COB
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Post by texican on Apr 23, 2018 22:26:40 GMT -6
Paul was finally going to be able to see his daughter.
The gears of vengeance are already turning in Paul's mind....
Thanks A for the chapter....
Texican....
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 24, 2018 0:51:48 GMT -6
thanks for the chapter.
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Post by accountant on Apr 24, 2018 9:02:13 GMT -6
Chapter 48
Paul waited in anticipation for Shawna to arrive. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going to see her after all this time. He was finally going to be able to see her and hold his baby in his arms again.
The door to the classroom opened and Candace came back into the room holding two bottles of water. She closed the door behind her. Shawna was not with her.
“What happened?”, asked Paul, “Where’s Shawna?”
“I’m sorry.”, replied Candace as she handed Paul a bottle of water, “I tried to get her to come but she wouldn’t.”
Paul’s heart crashed. He was so close to seeing her.
“I thought you said that all the girls were taught to be obedient.”, said Paul.
“We are but some girls are stubborn and don’t listen.”, said Candace softly.
“What happens to the girls who disobey?”, asked Paul, already knowing the answer.
“The men would go into the gym, beat them badly, and then drag them into a classroom.”, said Candace, looking down.
Paul clenched his fists to control his rage and took a deep breath.
“Shawna got beat a lot.”, he said.
“Yes”, came the small voice.
“Okay. It’s okay. I understand. You look a little dehydrated. Please drink some of that water. It will help.”, he finally said, turning his thoughts back to the young girl in front of him. Candace took a few sips of water from the bottle and Paul took a drink from his.
“Okay Candace. It’s late. Why don’t you lie down on the mat and try to get some sleep. I’ll sit here and watch over you.”, said Paul.
Candace laid down and covered herself with the blanket.
Paul sat there in the near darkness and thought about his daughter. She had been beaten and raped. She had suffered so much just like all the other girls. His heart broke thinking of what all these children had had to endure. Nevertheless, she had fought back and continued to fight back even now. That stubbornness and fighting instinct gave Paul hope that she would survive.
“Paul?”, called out Candace.
“Yes?”, he said.
‘Could you…ummm..Would you mind lying down with me? It’s been a long time since I’ve just been held.”, she said.
“Of course I don’t mind.”, said Paul as he laid down next to the young girl. He wrapped his arms around her and she put her head on his shoulder. He could feel the stress and tension in her body as she laid next to him. She began to cry and he held her tighter.
“I just want to go home.”, she said after a while.
“I know, sweety. I know”, was all Paul could say.
The young girl cried herself to sleep on Paul’s shoulder.
Paul woke up to the sounds of activity in the hallway. The candle had burned itself out and Candace was still sleeping next to him.
Even though she had been through so much, Paul knew that their time together needed to end and they had to go back to their “normal” lives.
“Candace sweety, it’s time to get up.”, he said softly, stroking her head lightly.
Candace opened her eye and looked up at Paul. He could see the understanding in her face.
“Thank you for last night.”, she said as she got up, “I have to go get breakfast ready.”
She took the blanket and started for the door.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”, she asked.
“Candace, I know I don’t have to say it, but I would like what happened between us and what we talked about to stay just between us. Can you do that?”, he said as he stood up.
“Yes, I understand, sir and I will.”, she replied.
Suddenly, she walked back to Paul and hugged him hard.
“Please come back tonight. Please?”, she whispered softly.
“I’ll try.”, he said as she released her grip.
She walked back to the door and opened it.
Emotionlessly, she said, “Thank you again sir.”, before walking away.
Paul let her leave and took a sip of his water before stuffing the bottle in his pocket and heading out into the hall.
He walked down the hall and saw Becky standing there.
“Good morning sir.”, she said.
“Good morning Becky. And you don’t have to call me sir. My name is Paul.”, he said.
“Thank you, Mr. Paul. That is very kind of you. I understand that you had requested slut Candace to bring slut Shawna with her for your enjoyment last night. Slut Shawna wasn’t feeling well and she is on her period. I apologize on her behalf. I hope slut Candace was satisfactory for you otherwise.”, she said.
“Candace was more than satisfactory.”, said Paul.
“Is there anything else we can do for you this morning, Mr. Paul?”, she asked.
“No. I’m fine, thanks. I do want to let you know that I will be coming around later to take a full inventory of the kitchen stock and everything else here. I hope I can have your support in that.”, he said.
“Yes sir, anything you need, Mr. Paul. Please don’t hesitate to ask.”, said Becky with a smile, “If there is nothing else, the sluts will bring breakfast out to the main building shortly.”
Paul didn’t answer. He just turned away and headed back to the main building. He just couldn’t get used to the way Becky was using that disgusting term about the other girls.
Paul walked past the gate and the guards posted there gave him a nod. He walked into the main building and into the warehouse where his pack was still at his cot as he left it. Digging into it, he found a toothbrush, toothpaste, some soap, and a towel. He took these items to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Opening the door, he saw that it was steamy, wet, and filthy. There was a large barrel at the far end of the bathroom which had recently been filled and water had splashed out of it. The sinks were covered with phlegm and other stains, and the toilets had not been flushed with water. Rather than use these facilities, Paul walked out to the field. Using the bottle of water from the previous evening, he brushed his teeth outside and relieved himself out of sight of anyone else. He would have to find a way to take a shower somewhere soon.
Paul returned his toiletries to his pack and headed out to the reception area for breakfast. As expected, there were plates of pancakes, juices boxes, water, and cups of coffee waiting at the reception desk. Grabbing a plate and a cup of black coffee, Paul sat down and ate his breakfast. He hoped the girls were at least getting some pancakes and juice for breakfast.
Once he had finished eating and put his plate and empty cup back on the reception desk, Paul stretched.
It was time to start his new job.
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Post by forthteller on Apr 24, 2018 13:17:17 GMT -6
Chapter 48 Paul waited in anticipation for Shawna to arrive. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going to see her after all this time. He was finally going to be able to see her and hold his baby in his arms again. The door to the classroom opened and Candace came back into the room holding two bottles of water. She closed the door behind her. Shawna was not with her. “What happened?”, asked Paul, “Where’s Shawna?” “I’m sorry.”, replied Candace as she handed Paul a bottle of water, “I tried to get her to come but she wouldn’t.” Paul’s heart crashed. He was so close to seeing her. “I thought you said that all the girls were taught to be obedient.”, said Paul. “We are but some girls are stubborn and don’t listen.”, said Candace softly. “What happens to the girls who disobey?”, asked Paul, already knowing the answer. “The men would go into the gym, beat them badly, and then drag them into a classroom.”, said Candace, looking down. Paul clenched his fists to control his rage and took a deep breath. “Shawna got beat a lot.”, he said. “Yes”, came the small voice. “Okay. It’s okay. I understand. You look a little dehydrated. Please drink some of that water. It will help.”, he finally said, turning his thoughts back to the young girl in front of him. Candace took a few sips of water from the bottle and Paul took a drink from his. “Okay Candace. It’s late. Why don’t you lie down on the mat and try to get some sleep. I’ll sit here and watch over you.”, said Paul. Candace laid down and covered herself with the blanket. Paul sat there in the near darkness and thought about his daughter. She had been beaten and raped. She had suffered so much just like all the other girls. His heart broke thinking of what all these children had had to endure. Nevertheless, she had fought back and continued to fight back even now. That stubbornness and fighting instinct gave Paul hope that she would survive. “Paul?”, called out Candace. “Yes?”, he said. ‘Could you…ummm..Would you mind lying down with me? It’s been a long time since I’ve just been held.”, she said. “Of course I don’t mind.”, said Paul as he laid down next to the young girl. He wrapped his arms around her and she put her head on his shoulder. He could feel the stress and tension in her body as she laid next to him. She began to cry and he held her tighter. “I just want to go home.”, she said after a while. “I know, sweety. I know”, was all Paul could say. The young girl cried herself to sleep on Paul’s shoulder. Paul woke up to the sounds of activity in the hallway. The candle had burned itself out and Candace was still sleeping next to him. Even though she had been through so much, Paul knew that their time together needed to end and they had to go back to their “normal” lives. “Candace sweety, it’s time to get up.”, he said softly, stroking her head lightly. Candace opened her eye and looked up at Paul. He could see the understanding in her face. “Thank you for last night.”, she said as she got up, “I have to go get breakfast ready.” She took the blanket and started for the door. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”, she asked. “Candace, I know I don’t have to say it, but I would like what happened between us and what we talked about to stay just between us. Can you do that?”, he said as he stood up. “Yes, I understand, sir and I will.”, she replied. Suddenly, she walked back to Paul and hugged him hard. “Please come back tonight. Please?”, she whispered softly. “I’ll try.”, he said as she released her grip. She walked back to the door and opened it. Emotionlessly, she said, “Thank you again sir.”, before walking away. Paul let her leave and took a sip of his water before stuffing the bottle in his pocket and heading out into the hall. He walked down the hall and saw Becky standing there. “Good morning sir.”, she said. “Good morning Becky. And you don’t have to call me sir. My name is Paul.”, he said. “Thank you, Mr. Paul. That is very kind of you. I understand that you had requested slut Candace to bring slut Shawna with her for your enjoyment last night. Slut Shawna wasn’t feeling well and she is on her period. I apologize on her behalf. I hope slut Candace was satisfactory for you otherwise.”, she said. “Candace was more than satisfactory.”, said Paul. “Is there anything else we can do for you this morning, Mr. Paul?”, she asked. “No. I’m fine, thanks. I do want to let you know that I will be coming around later to take a full inventory of the kitchen stock and everything else here. I hope I can have your support in that.”, he said. “Yes sir, anything you need, Mr. Paul. Please don’t hesitate to ask.”, said Becky with a smile, “If there is nothing else, the sluts will bring breakfast out to the main building shortly.” Paul didn’t answer. He just turned away and headed back to the main building. He just couldn’t get used to the way Becky was using that disgusting term about the other girls. Paul walked past the gate and the guards posted there gave him a nod. He walked into the main building and into the warehouse where his pack was still at his cot as he left it. Digging into it, he found a toothbrush, toothpaste, some soap, and a towel. He took these items to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Opening the door, he saw that it was steamy, wet, and filthy. There was a large barrel at the far end of the bathroom which had recently been filled and water had splashed out of it. The sinks were covered with phlegm and other stains, and the toilets had not been flushed with water. Rather than use these facilities, Paul walked out to the field. Using the bottle of water from the previous evening, he brushed his teeth outside and relieved himself out of sight of anyone else. He would have to find a way to take a shower somewhere soon. Paul returned his toiletries to his pack and headed out to the reception area for breakfast. As expected, there were plates of pancakes, juices boxes, water, and cups of coffee waiting at the reception desk. Grabbing a plate and a cup of black coffee, Paul sat down and ate his breakfast. He hoped the girls were at least getting some pancakes and juice for breakfast. Once he had finished eating and put his plate and empty cup back on the reception desk, Paul stretched. It was time to start his new job. Excellent chapter Accountant. I held my breath through most of it. 2ways to control a group, fear and ignorance. These guys have the fear down to an art. Killing them would not nearly be justice.
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Post by solo on Apr 24, 2018 14:28:32 GMT -6
Outstanding writing! And you have the psychology down pat!
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 24, 2018 16:51:16 GMT -6
I'm loving the details you hit that many miss. keep it up!
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Post by texican on Apr 24, 2018 17:36:36 GMT -6
Once he had finished eating and put his plate and empty cup back on the reception desk, Paul stretched.
It was time to start his new job.
Start his new job in trying to determine how to defeat the scum....
Now rat poison in dinner's soup might just do it for the scum....
Thanks A for the chapter....
Texican....
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Post by forthteller on Apr 24, 2018 21:39:45 GMT -6
Sorry about putting my comment in the body of your story.A little technically challenged here. Once again, great writing, i am really liking this story.
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Post by accountant on Apr 25, 2018 7:37:26 GMT -6
Thanks everyone for your kind words. I'm so glad you are enjoying the story so far. There are still a few interesting twists coming up and I hope you like them. A.
Paul pushes his weight around and Trigger reinforces a message.
Chapter 49
Paul knew that he would need a pad of paper and a pen to start making the detailed inventory of everything the farm and the school had. Remembering the cubicles upstairs, he walked up hoping he would find the supplies that he needed. Going to the first desk, he opened one of the drawers and found what he was looking for. He pulled them out and sat down at the desk to start making notes. Before he began however, he glanced to the side of the computer monitor and saw a framed picture on the desk. It was of a smiling girl around ten years old wearing an English horse riding helmet standing next to a tan horse. What could have happened to her, he wondered. The desk probably belonged to a parent or relative who was now lying dead in the pit. Who was looking after the little girl? Was she still alive?
“Hey Paul. Did you have a good time last night?”, came a voice from behind him, robbing Paul of his thoughts.
“Good morning, boss.”, he replied, “Last night was just what was needed.”
“Good. I’m glad. What are you doing?”
“I came up here to get some paper so I can take notes and start doing the inventory.”
“Just what I expected. Let me know if you need anything.”, said the large man.
“Actually there is. I’m going to get a couple of the workers to clean out the bathroom downstairs. The last thing we need is our guys getting an infection from a dirty bathroom. I hope you don’t mind.”, said Paul.
“Yeah, the guys are not much better than animals sometime. They’re your workers. You do what you have to do to keep this place running. When you’re done with your list, I want to see it.”, said Trigger.
“Sure thing.” Said Paul.
“Everything’s coming together.”, said Trigger, smiling as he headed towards his office.
Paul tried to ignore the photograph and focus on the task at hand. He made a list of items he needed to make sure he inventories. He wrote down food, bottled water, medical supplies, cleaning supplies, toilet paper, fertilizer, seeds, cattle feed, and tools.
Before he started with his inventory, he thought he would get the bathrooms cleaned up since he had already mentioned it to Trigger. He walked out to the farm and saw two boys drawing water from the well.
“You and you, what are your names?”, he asked in a demanding tone for anyone within listening distance.
“I’m Daniel and he’s Ethan, sir.”, said one of the young men.
“Okay, Daniel. Where do we keep the cleaning supplies? We need bleach, sponges, scrubbers, buckets, and mops.”, he asked.
“I know we have mops and buckets in the storage building, sir.”, replied Daniel.
“Okay, Ethan go get two mops and two buckets.”, said Paul, authoritatively.
“Umm… we are supposed to be bringing water to the school.”, said Ethan, hesitantly.
“Do I look like I give a damn?”, said Paul, angrily., “Go get two other guys to pump water and you bring the mops and buckets. And move your ass!”
“Yes, sir.”, said Ethan as he ran to the storage facility.
“You come with me.”, said Paul as he headed towards the school.
They reached the door and went inside. Becky had a look of surprise when she saw Paul with Daniel. She quickly turned back to reception mode.
“Back so soon, Mr. Paul.”, she said, smiling.
“Becky, we need some cleaning supplies. Where do we keep them”, he said, roughly.
“They’re in the supply room down the hall. Let me take you there, sir.”, she said starting down the hall.
Paul took a few steps down the hall and noticed that Daniel wasn’t coming with them.
“Well, don’t just stand there, let’s go.”, he said to Daniel, forcefully.
“We’re..umm..we’re not supposed to go back there, sir.”, said Daniel.
“Jesus Christ! Move it! NOW!”, ordered Paul.
Daniel quickly joined Paul as they walked down the hall.
Becky opened the supply room door and went inside.
“What do you need, sir?”, she asked.
“We need breach, sponges, and scrubbers. And put them all in a bucket.”, said Paul, “You, in there and help her.”
When Daniel walked past Paul, Paul noticed that Daniel’s hands were all cut up and dry. The bleach and filth in the bathroom would be murder on them.
“Grab a couple of pairs of plastic gloves too.”, said Paul.
Once everything was ready to go, Paul walked back down the hall to the door with Daniel and Becky following behind him. Secretly, he checked the hallway and any open door for any sign of Shawna.
Without another word to Becky, Paul and Daniel walked out of the school and back to the well where Ethan was standing with two pails and two mops. Two other boys were drawing water.
“Okay, let’s go.” he said, not skipping a step.
They went into the main building and directly to the bathroom.
“This bathroom looks and smells like crap. I want it completely cleaned and dry by the time I get back or I’m going to bring a world of pain down on your asses, Do I make myself clear?”, said Paul loud enough for anyone sleeping on the cots to hear.
“Yes sir.”, said both Daniel and Ethan as they entered the filthy room.
Paul left them and headed back outside. He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. He hated the way he had treated those boys. He knew they didn’t deserve it but he also knew he had to do it if he was going to make sure he fit in with men.
He decided that he would start his inventory in the greenhouse. It was close and would keep him from thinking about the boys cleaning the bathroom. For the next two hours, Paul detailed every bag of fertilizer, every bottle of chemical, every plant bucket, and every gardening tool in the building. Once he looked at the list he was satisfied that he had catalogued everything but without consumption rates, he didn’t know if they had too much or not enough. If this was going to be over in four more days, his analysis didn’t have to be correct, it just had to look correct. He just had to keep his head down, keep himself alive and keep the kids alive. Calculating that the boys had spent enough time cleaning the bathroom, Paul went back into the main building and inspected their work. It looked and smelt a lot cleaner than it had previously and Paul was glad he didn’t have to yell at the boys again. He told the boys to return the cleaning supplies to the school and to get back to their work. Since the bathroom was clean, Paul took a few minutes to empty his bowels into a clean toilet. It was better than doing it outside and definitely better than doing it in Petri dish that the bathroom had been previously. As he washed his hands, Paul wondered what kind of facilities the kids were using. Candace and Becky seemed to be reasonably clean but the boys definitely were not. It was something he would have to look into. He flushed the toilet with water from the large barrel and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door open to allow it to air dry.
Paul was just starting on his inventory of the cigarettes and alcohol in the main building when the smell of food came wafting in the from the reception area. Was it lunchtime already? His rumbling stomach told him it was. Paul put his pad and pen down and headed into the reception area. The day’s special was pasta and sauce. He grabbed a plate and a bottle of water but rather than eat in the reception area, he decided to walk out to the field. He stood in the shade of the building and watched the activity. There were four girls and eight boys working in the field, two of which were being harassed by two of the six roaming guards. All the boys looked dirty, weak, and exhausted. Most had bruises and their hands looked blistered, cracked, or cut. Their shoes were all caked with mud from the fields, as were their clothes, and none wore hats. As the days got longer and hotter, Paul knew that they would be suffering from heat exhaustion. Trigger came out to the fields, while Paul was finishing his meal. The bigger man casually walked through the rows of vegetables and randomly inspected a few. He walked around the area without a care in the world, inspecting the marijuana plants, looking at the condition of the cows, and smiling at the guards. He walked over to where one of the guards had beaten one the boys, who had fallen down. Trigger gently stood the boy on his feet and dusted him off, then with a smile on his face, he slit the boys neck and watched him fall again. Trigger stood there and smiled, watching the life ebb out of the young man. He turned away from the body and headed back to where Paul was standing. The guards yelled at the boys to take the body away.
Trigger came up to Paul and said, “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”, and took a big breath of fresh air.
Paul controlled the rage and contempt he felt for the vicious creature smiling at him.
“If you kill all my workers, I won’t be able to keep this place running for you.”, he said, calmly.
Trigger laughed an evil laugh and said, “We need to maintain discipline and make sure the others are properly motivated. Don’t worry. If we run low on workers, we can always find more. Enjoy the rest of your lunch.”
He turned away from Paul and walked into the main building.
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Post by arkansascob on Apr 25, 2018 9:37:59 GMT -6
Thanks A for another great read.
COB
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 25, 2018 15:11:58 GMT -6
The sad fact is that this world is filled with cold hard SOBs like Trigger
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Post by papaof2 on Apr 25, 2018 18:55:10 GMT -6
The sad fact is that this world is filled with cold hard SOBs like Trigger Feed the serfs. Protect their hands, etc. It costs extra to train a replacement and you lose production while the training takes place. When they don't know how or why to keep the serfs alive, you must add "stupid" to the description.
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Post by 2t2crash on Apr 25, 2018 19:02:46 GMT -6
very true Papaof2
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Post by texican on Apr 25, 2018 20:21:42 GMT -6
A,
Thanks for the chapter....
Seems like Paul has his primary goal as Trigger....
Texican....
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Post by accountant on Apr 26, 2018 8:09:23 GMT -6
2t2, While there are cold SOBs like Trigger in this world, I like to think there are also others around to defend against them. I believe that the universe will always push to stay in balance. When the scales gets tipped too far to one side, the universe (God, the Creator, Nature, the cosmic programmer, or insert the name of the higher entity you believe in here) will initiate action to balance it out, one way or another. papaof2, Trigger is not stupid. he is just an addict and unfortunately his addiction is the feeling of power he gets when he sees his victim's blood and the fear in the eyes of those around him. To him, the benefit of that rush outweighs the additional cost of training a replacement. (See, even vicious monsters can do cost-benefit analysis.) Texican, Paul's primary goal has always been finding Shawna. Everything else is extemporaneous. A.
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Post by accountant on Apr 26, 2018 8:26:54 GMT -6
Finally, a father meets his long lost child.
Chapter 50
Disgusted, Paul couldn’t finish his lunch. Walking slowly, he took it back to the reception area and left the rest of it on the desk. He wanted to save all the kids, but now there was one more dead. One more he couldn’t save. He wanted to kill the savages, every single one of them. He wanted them all dead. But he had promised Carol that he wouldn’t take any unnecessary risks and trying to take them all on by himself would have been considered an unnecessary risk. The only thing he could do was stay alive and hopefully Trigger wouldn’t kill anyone else by the time Mark arrived, if he came at all.
Paul spent the next two hours in the main building, taking a detailed inventory of everything that was on hand. Taking a break, he reviewed all his notes. There was a lot of weed, cigarettes, and alcohol. Trigger and his gang would get rich once the new economy got started, unless Mark or someone else took them out first.
Suddenly, he realized that he did not have to do this on his own. He had university students who could could not only help him, but also stay out of the hand of these wicked men by working for him. He quickly made his way back up stairs and picked up four more pads and four more pens and headed to the school.
As expected, Becky was there waiting just inside the door.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Paul.”, she said with a smile.
“Good afternoon, Becky. As I mentioned before, I will be doing a detailed inventory of the premises including food, fuel, cleaning supplies, and everything else that we have in this building. Can you please tell me where we keep everything?”, he said impatiently.
“Yes, sir. We keep all the food in rooms 101 and 103. The propane tanks for the stoves are kept beside the kitchen in room 134, the cleaning supplies are in the cleaning room as you have already seen, and we have other supplies in rooms 130 and 132.”, said Becky.
“That’s fine. I will need the assistance of four of your girls to take an inventory of these rooms. I hope that won’t be an issue. Preferably ones who were either in business or math disciplines.”, said Paul, demandingly.
“Yes sir, I can certainly accommodate that, but what if their owners request them, sir?”, she asked, hesitantly.
“Becky, it’s not hard. If they get requested, get someone else to continue with the inventory. It’s not rocket science.”, he admonished her.
“Yes, sir, I can bring them out right away.”, Becky said, hurrying off to the gym.
Becky returned with four young girls, again with bruises visible. Paul gave them each a pad and pen. He explained what was expected of them and sent them to their respective rooms. He would oversee what was being done. While this was going on, Paul surreptitiously made his way to the gym. There he saw a few girls resting on gym mats with flimsy blankets covering them. None of them were his daughter.
He made his way to the laundry area with pad and pen and pretended to be making notes, hoping to see Shawna, but she wasn’t there either. He then went to the kitchen area. There were two girls cleaning there. One was a young black girl putting pots and pans away and another was at the sink washing a large pot with her back to Paul.
He had found Shawna.
Paul pretended to be making a note of the spices in the room and casually started singing a song in a low voice. It was the theme song of a television show that Shawna and he had watched together often. It was also a big hit from the 1970s.
“Carry on my wayward son, For there’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don’t you cry no more.”
He saw Shawna stop cleaning and her shoulders hunched over. She was silently crying.
He looked at the black girl and said, “You, out.”
Quickly, the young girl exited leaving Paul along with Shawna.
Slowly, Paul walked behind his daughter and touched her softly on the back. She began to cry harder then.
Paul turned her around and looked at her. Her lips were swollen, she had a black eye, and one of her cheeks was black and blue. She was a mess but he had found her. She didn’t look up at him so Paul put his hand below her chin and raised her head until she was forced to meet his gaze.
The tears started flowing and he wanted to take her into his arms but he couldn’t.
Softly, he whispered to her, “I need to you play along with me, okay?”.
Not waiting for an answer, he gripped her roughly by the arm and dragged her out of the kitchen to the main hallway where Becky was standing.
“I need a room, NOW!”, he snapped.
“Yes, sir. You can have room 114, sir.”, she said.
“Fine. I expect those other girls to give you their lists once they are done and I will collect them later. I don’t want to be disturbed by anyone or anything. Do I make myself clear?”, he said with a hard look in his eye.
“Yes sir. I understand, sir.”, said Becky, quietly.
Paul continued to drag Shawna down the hall and pushed her into room 114 then went in himself and slammed the door shut. He was alone with his daughter for the first time. He had found her and he was with her.
Shawna looked up at Paul. “Daddy?”, she said, incredulously.
“Yes, baby girl. It’s me.”, Paul whispered to her.
Slowly, the tears trickled down the young girl’s cheeks. A soft cry left her lips and Paul held her. That one soft cry released the flood of emotion that Shawna had been keeping deep inside her for far too long. The pain, the rage, the grief, the hurt, the shame, all exploded in wave after wave of horrifying wails that escaped Shawna’s tiny frame. Paul continued to hold her and instead of calming Shawna’s screams, Paul’s touch only seemed to intensify her screams. Shawna’s anguish could be heard in the hallway and throughout the school. Paul just held her, silently, and tried to keep his own emotions in check.
Shawna let it all out, every slap, every punch, every indignity that she had suffered, she exorcised it all from her heart and her tortured soul. She was wrapped in the loving arms of her father and the only way she could convey the torment she had endured was through her screams. She screamed until her throat was shredded and sore and her body couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, the tension and anxiety left her body and she fainted.
Paul lifted up his baby girl, sat down on the gym mat, and cradled her in his arms. The guilt wracked his brain. Why didn’t he come sooner? Why did he stay in Brampton? Maybe he could have saved her from living through this hell. Maybe she wouldn’t have been as broken as she was.
Shawna opened her eyes and looked at him.
“You came for me.”, she croaked.
“I had to find my baby.”, he whispered, kissing her on her head.
“Mom and Angie?”, asked Shawna.
“I’m sorry. They’re gone.”, said Paul, shaking his head.
Shawna nodded. Paul wasn’t sure if it was because she was thankful that they didn’t have to go through what she had gone through or if she hadn’t processed the loss yet.
“But, you’re safe now.”, said Paul, “I’m here now and I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“How?”, she asked.
“What do you mean, sweety?”, asked Paul.
“How are you here? Are you a part of this group now? Are you…are you one of them?”, asked Shawna, her analytical mind trying to understand the ramifications of her father being there with her.
“You don’t need to worry about that right now. Just know that I will get you out of here, one way or another. And, no, I’m not one of them. You know I could never do what they’ve been doing. I came looking for you and I will get you out.”, he said.
“But they have guns and there are so many of them. They are all killers and rapists. How are you going to get us out?”, asked Shawna.
“I’m working on it, Bunny. I’ll find a way. I just need you to know that I’ve made some good friends on the way here and you’ll be safe from now on.”, he said.
“But you’re just an accountant, Daddy. They’re criminals.”, said Shawna.
Paul smiled down at his child, so innocent. “I made it in here, baby girl and I’ll get us out. You can trust your old man.”
Shawna reached up and hugged her father.
“I thought I was all alone.”, she said.
“I know and I’m sorry you had to feel that way. But I’m here now.”, replied Paul.
Shawna paused for a moment. Paul could see that her brain was busy working.
“That was you yesterday, wasn’t it? When Candace came to get me, that was you.”, said Shawna.
“Yes, that was me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t come. I didn’t know.”
“I know. It’s okay.”
“Does Candace know who you are?”
“She doesn’t know I’m your dad, but she does know that she’s safe with me. Has she been behaving any differently today?”
“No. She’s been the same as before.”
“Okay, good.”
“Are we going to get her out too?”
“I’m hoping we can get everybody out.”
“Everybody? But you’re just one man.”
“Yes, remember how I told you that I made some good friends along the way here. I’m hoping that they’re on their way here to get rid of these men so that everyone can be freed.”
“Really? There are people coming to save us?”
“I hope so.”
“You came alone?”
“Yes.”
“They could have killed you. Why?”
“I had to see my baby girl.”
“Oh, Daddy.”, said Shawna, wrapping her arms around Paul again.
Letting go, Shawna asked, “What happens now?”
“Now, we pretend that I am one of the bad men. You behave exactly the same way that you did before. We can’t let anyone find out who I am. If we can keep this up, we’ll all get out of here soon. Okay?”
Shawna nodded.
“There’s one more thing. I told Candace that I would try to try to come back tonight and stay with her. If I do, I won’t be able to spend the night with you, even though I want to. I don’t want to risk her finding out I’m your dad. It could be dangerous for all of us. If you are okay with that I will, otherwise I won’t.”
“It’s okay. I understand. You’re my dad and just knowing you’re here is enough for me. If it makes Candace feel better, then I want you to help her.”
“You’re my brave, sweet Bunny.”
“And you’re my brave, sweet Daddy.”
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Post by spacecadet12364 on Apr 26, 2018 13:22:30 GMT -6
...the dust is really bad in my computer room today... Awesome story!
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Post by arkansascob on Apr 26, 2018 13:26:46 GMT -6
Damn it A . screen got a little blurry reading this chapter.
Nice writing.
COB
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Post by 9idrr on Apr 26, 2018 17:25:02 GMT -6
Feel free to post more ASAP. :^)
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