Monsters - Chapter 32 – Breaking the Pimp – Part 2 of 2

 

Monsters

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 32 – Breaking the Pimp – Part 2 of 2

 

Bryce waited in the darkened doorway.  One of his pockets was full of money.  Another pocket contained packets of cocaine.  It was getting late.  Almost time to quit for the night.  It had been another good night.  All the girls he had sent to Alfonso’s breaking house were performing better than any hookers he had ever run in the past.  The drugs were selling better too.

After spending a few months at “Al’s place,” he had come away with new knowledge.  New abilities.  Abilities that his boss, Blakely, had quickly put to work.  He wasn’t just a pimp anymore.  He was the one who ran the pimps.  He had five working for him now.  But that didn’t mean that he didn’t stay out on the streets.  He kept a close eye on all his people.  He also kept all the cash and drugs they sold.  All of them were no more than simple middlemen now.  He held all the control.

He checked his watch.  It was two-thirty in the morning.  About time to wrap it up for the night.  He was just waiting for one more of his pimps to come back.  He turned his head down the street to look for him, and relaxed.  There he was now.  He waited, knowing that sometimes a John could take a bit longer.  “How’d it go?” he asked the pimp as he walked up.

“Pretty good,” the pimp replied.  He said nothing else.  He just pulled a large wad of money from his pocket and handed it over.”

“Beautiful!” Bryce declared softly.  “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Bryce.  Tomorrow.”

Bryce watched as the pimp walked off.  A moment later he turned and headed the other direction, heading back to his new apartment.  Ahead of him, his eyes were treated to the sight of a lone woman walking in his direction.  Her body was outlined by the streetlights behind her so he saw more of a silhouette than anything else, but that silhouette was striking.  Now there was a woman he could put out on the streets!  For that matter, what the hell was she doing walking the streets alone at this hour?  He could easily….  But no, it was time to go home to bed.  And he already had some of the best whores in L.A. working for him.

He was surprised when the woman slowed just before she would have passed him.  “Are you Bryce?” she asked.

Surprised, Bryce took a closer look.  She was wearing some kind of black outfit from head to toe.  Probably leather.  Kinky!  “Yeah. What of it.”

“Good,” the woman replied.

The next thing Bryce knew, she was spinning and her foot nearly knocked his head completely off his body.  Totally stunned, he realized he was down on the sidewalk, just before her foot caught him with another huge kick to his head.

Carol pressed the button on her transmitter.  “One for pickup.”

The car had been waiting around the corner.  In moments it was there and two Chinese men dragged Bryce’s unconscious body into the back of it.  As the car drove away, one of the men bound Bryce’s hands and feet with cable ties.  But it was hardly necessary.  Bryce didn’t even start coming around until they had reached the warehouse where Wu Enterprises had set everything up for Janice to go to work.  Bryce was only able to put up token resistance as they stripped him naked and attached a metal collar to his neck.  A collar with a chain running up to the ceiling.

There was a single chair placed in the room right next to him, but he was still sitting on the floor, when a woman walked into the room.  Bryce got his first glimpse of the nightmare that would soon haunt him for the rest of his life.  He watched as the woman went over to a table at the side of the room and picked up a glass of something and drank some.  He watched as she picked something up from that table.  It looked like a remote control for a TV.  And then she was approaching him.

“Hello Bryce,” the woman said.  “Welcome to hell.  For your sake, I suggest you do everything I ask of you as fast as possible.”

“I’m not telling….”  The pain that lanced from the collar around his next seemed to grab every fiber in his body and set them alive with pain.  His entire body felt like it was on fire.  He grasped at the metal collar, but he could do nothing about it.  It felt like the pain went on for an eternity, even though it only took him moments before he realized that pain like that could…would…kill him.  And then the pain was suddenly gone.  He was lying on the floor, still grasping at the collar as his lungs tried desperately to draw life back into him.

“Sit in the chair!” the woman ordered.

He looked up at her…and the pain came again.  He writhed helplessly until it ended.  His head was spinning.  “You better react faster than that,” the woman said.  “Now sit in the chair!”

He tried to get up, but the pain came again, driving him back to the floor.  The pain wasn’t as bad this time.

“Faster!” the woman ordered.  “You don’t have time to think.  Only to react.  Now sit in the chair…fast!”

Bryce moved, picking himself up as quickly as he was able and was soon sitting in the chair. 

“Now stand up,” the woman commanded.

Stand?  But a moment later, the pain was back again.  He writhed in pain, falling back to the floor.  The pain ended.

Now let’s try it again.  “Sit down!”

He did his best to get into the chair and sit in it.

“Stand up!”

This time, he stood.

“Sit down!”

Huh?  He hesitated just that bit and the pain was back again.  It wasn’t long before he learned that he had to do whatever she wanted, as fast as he possibly could…faster even…or he would be punished with pain.  Pain that even without her commands left his head spinning. 

Stand up, sit down.  Raise your right arm.  Raise your left knee.  Lower your right arm.  Lower your right knee.  Stand up.  Raise your left arm. Raise your right arm.  Sit down.  Lower your left arm.  Lower your right arm.  You don’t have time to think.  You can’t think.  Let me do the thinking for you.  My mind controls your mind.

Over and over the commands came.  Faster and faster they came.  Every time he wasn’t fast enough, he was treated to more pain, brief pain, but it was there and enough to get him to try harder.  His head was whirling and in a fog but he barely knew it.  He didn’t have time to realize things like that.  He only had time to do whatever she wanted.  He never knew when he passed the point where she was completely in control of him.  He never knew when his mind was no longer his own.  He did know when she let him sit in the chair and watch as an impossibly big and strong wall went up in his mind.  A wall that completely blocked off all free will, ensuring that he had to do anything that the woman wanted him to.  But that impossible wall was just another part of his mind now…not his mind, her mind.  He had no conscious thought about that, his mind was her mind.  Her will was his will.  That’s all he knew.

Janice turned and walked to the side of the room where she grabbed her glass of iced-tea.  She took a sip, then opened the door.  Several Chinese men were standing there waiting.  “He’s ready,” she told them.

 

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It was close to eleven in the morning when Bryce opened his eyes and woke up – in his own apartment, in his own bed.  As he sat up to get out of bed, his mind caught a brief glimpse of an impossible wall growing a tiny bit bigger, a tiny bit stronger.  Then that vision was gone.  It was back again when he stood up. 

He went through his usual morning routine, doing all the things he usually did.  He made a few phone calls and answered a call from someone else.  To all appearances, he was his same normal self.  Except, he wasn’t.

There was no way he couldn’t do what that woman had told him to do.  No way.  And because she wanted him to do it, he wanted to do it.  At one in the afternoon, he picked up his phone and made a call. 

“Yeah.  It’s Bryce, from L.A.  I got another one for you.  And this one really pissed me off last night.  The damn woman actually managed to kick me in the balls.  I’m afraid she’s a bit bruised right now, but she’ll live.”

The voice on the other end laughed.  “We’re picking up two others later today.  We can take her if you want.  Are you interested in getting a finished one in exchange?  We’ve got a few we can bring for you today.”

“An exchange?” Bryce asked.  “For one of your girls.  Absolutely.  Every last one of them are the best damn whores in the business now.  Hell yeah, I’ll trade her.”

“Good,” the man replied.  “Same location as last time.  Can you have her there at seven o’clock this evening?”

“No problem,” Bryce replied.

“Good.  See you then.”

Bryce hung up the phone.  He had done the first of the tasks that the woman had wanted of him.  Now, tonight, he would do the rest.

 

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The Chinese man looked up at Mr. Wu from his electronic listening equipment.  He nodded his head.  “The call has been made.  An exchange has been arranged for seven tonight.”

Mr. Wu looked over to Carol.  “All appears to be ready.  Anything else you need?”

“No,” Carol replied.  “I’ll get some sleep.  Your men might want to do the same.  It’s going to be a busy night.”

“Indeed,” Mr. Wu agreed.

 

 

Monsters - Chapter 32 – Breaking the Pimp – Part 1 of 2

 

Monsters

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 32 – Breaking the Pimp – Part 1 of 2

 Janice, Carol, Susan, her father, Vinny, and Sammy sat at the dining room table, but there was no food in sight.  It was simply a meeting to decide what to do next.

Susan Wu looked to her father.  “Since it appears that Brandy is indeed still alive, then perhaps we should continue operations here for a while more.”

Mr. Wu looked to Janice, who had become his largest source of income in the last few years.  Keeping Janice happy was one of his primary interests.  “I have no doubt that you will be unwilling to leave anytime soon,” he said.

“Not a chance!” Janice replied.  “Not if the love of my daughter’s life can still be found.”

“As I thought,” Mr. Wu replied.  He looked to his daughter, Susan.  “We will stay…for now.”

“Good!” Carol said.  “Thanks.  Now how do we find Brandy?”

“The interrogators are still pulling information from Sally,” Susan replied.  “But so far, our biggest two leads are Alfonso and the pimp, Bryce.  Just knowing their names may be a big clue.  We know Alfonso is connected somehow to Vince Beastman who took Brandy.  We’ll have our people look into that angle.  But I believe our best course of action will be to find her original pimp, Bryce.  She gave the interrogators the information on how to find him already so we should have no problem there, but more importantly, Bryce knew how to contact the people that actually took Sally to the breaking house.”

Mr. Wu looked to Janice.  “Perhaps this should work like many of the jobs you do for Maria Alverez.  We get him alone, take him, give him to you for one night, then release him and no one is the wiser.”

Janice nodded.  “Yes, I have no problem at all working over a pimp.  In fact, I’d rather enjoy it.  I just can’t do anything much with him afterwards since he’ll have to appear normal to everyone else.”

Mr. Wu smiled.  “Perhaps we can arrange for you to go back later and…finish the job.”

Janice smiled.  “You know already that I’d like that.”  Destroying men was her favorite pastime.  “One thing I think we should all be aware of though,” she continued.  “Since Brandy was taken to that place, when we find her, there’s a very good chance that she’s been brainwashed too.  If she’s in one of those cages as Sally described them, then she’s already been living in hell.  No telling what that did to her mind.”

“She’s got a very strong mind!” Carol threw out.

“I’m sure she does,” Janice agreed.  “But that doesn’t mean that the treatment they’ve been giving her hasn’t taken root.  I have no doubt that living the way Sally says she’s been, has already taken quite a toll on her.”

“Then what do we do?” Carol asked, worried.

Janice shrugged.  “Let’s find her first.  We won’t know anything until then.”

“Okay,” Susan said.  “Is that about it?”

Vinny spoke up.  “Since there isn’t anything much we can do, Sammy and I are going into Vegas to talk with a few people.  Maybe they know something.  If we come up with anything, we’ll let you know.  If not, we’ll go home until Brandy is found.  Just keep me informed.”

“I’ll have a limo ready to take you to the city whenever you’re ready,” Susan told him.  “Anything else?” she asked.

“What about Ralphie?” Carol asked.

“Ralphie!” Vinny exclaimed disgustedly.  “Where is he now?”

“He stayed last night out in the barn with the rest of the staff,” Susan replied.  “I have no problem with him continuing to stay there.”

“And I have no problem putting a bullet in his head and getting rid of him for you,” Sammy told her.

“He’s Brandy’s toy, and she’s very fond of him,” Carol replied.  “Besides, he was the one who found Sally.  He’s done a lot of good work talking to all the prostitutes and pimps in the city to find information.  He deserves some kind of break.”

“That much is true,” Vinny admitted.  “I can send him home if you like.”

“No,” Carol said.  “If we find Brandy, I have no doubt that she’ll be very interested in having him close.”

“Carol,” Janice said.  “Does Brandy love him?”

Carol laughed.  “Not…exactly.  She simply loves torturing him.  She gets her biggest kicks out of finding ways to humiliate him.  It’s what she does for fun.”

Janice nodded.  “As you said, a toy.  But her favorite toy.”

“Yes.”

“For now then,” Janice said, “he can remain out in the barn.  I would just prefer that he not come here in the house.  You all know I don’t like men around.”

“May I make a suggestion?” Carol said.

“Of course,” Janice replied.

“Brandy never lets him wear anything but dresses.  We shouldn’t change that.  Maybe we can have him be a maid…to the maids and other staff out in the barn.”

Janice smiled.  “That sounds workable.”

“Maybe the maids can teach him something as well.”

Janice nodded.  “I’ll instruct the staff.  I’ll have them find him a proper uniform too.”

“That should work,” Carol replied.

 

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“What is it Billy?”

“Colonel Houghton says his extra men have arrived, along with the new equipment.”

“It’s about time!  When is he going to put them to work?”

“Tonight.”

“It’s about time!”

 

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Carol had enjoyed much of the ride from her mother’s mansion into Los Angeles, but now having to put up with the traffic as she approached the city was nothing less than maddening.  Still, finally they had a plan of action.  The agents that Wu Enterprises had in L.A. had already found out everything they needed to know about the pimp, Bryce, who evidently was more than just a simple pimp anymore.  From what information they had sent about him, he had moved up the chain rather quickly recently.  Carol got the impression that he was well known to the Wu Enterprise agents there.

Carol’s mother, along with a host of support people were on their way to L.A. now and would arrive…eventually.  A place for her mother to work had been secured.  All preparations were in the process of being completed.  Carol just had to get there to lead the operation.  An operation that they decided couldn’t take place until the early hours of the morning, like many of the other jobs Carol had done in the past.

But first, Carol had to get to L.A.  And right now, the traffic seemed to be doing nothing at all to help that situation.  Maybe if she pulled out a gun and shot a few hundred of the drivers on the road she’d be able to get through.  It was a fun thought, but that’s as far as Carol could take that idea.  Maybe if everyone rode a motorcycle there wouldn’t be traffic jams like this.

 

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Night had fallen when Vince Beastman’s cellphone rang.  He was still hiding out in a cheap house outside of the city along with three of his most trusted men.  He answered his phone.  “Yeah?”

“Boss!  We’re under attack!  And….”

Vince heard what sounded like an explosion.  “What was that?” he yelled.

“Fuck!” the voice on the other end replied.  “Something exploded.  Shit!”

“Exploded!” Beastman yelled. 

“Boss!  They’re all over the place.  They’re….  Damn it!  I see one of those RPG rocket things.  Shit!  They’re aiming it this….  Fuck!”

Vince heard a sound that was cut off quickly as his line went dead.  It had sounded like another explosion, only much bigger.  Whatever it was, he no longer had any communication with the man he had been talking to.”

Vince had been angry and scared before.  It was the reason he was hiding out where he was.  Now, he was far more afraid.

 

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This time, the police had been called in quicky.  Rockets and loud explosions insured it.  But as fast as the police response had been, they had still been too late.  Now it was left to Detective Corbin to pick up the pieces.  According to the S.W.A.T. experts, whoever had destroyed the building had used military R.P.Gs.  Rocket grenades.  Far more powerful than your typical grenade.

Whoever had done it had come through fast and hard.  Coordinated.  They had come in and gotten out just as fast.  And unfortunately, just as invisibly – so far.  There was a war going on in the city streets.  A war that seemed to be aimed at some of the city’s criminal elements.  This was another building owned by a mobster – Vince Beastman.  Or rather, it used to be another building owned by him.  Now, it wasn’t much more than a bunch of rubble.  It might take them days to search for bodies.

He turned to the team of younger detectives working with him.  Start knocking on doors.  Someone had to see something.  No way they couldn’t this time.

 

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Vince Beastman was angry.  Angrier than he had ever been.  The word he had gotten from some of his men who had driven past the attacked building, was that it pretty much wasn’t there anymore.  As far as his men could tell, they had bombed and killed everyone.

As angry as he was, Vince knew he couldn’t hold out any longer.  He turned to his three men.  Start calling everyone you can find.  Everyone left.  Get them out of the city.  If that madman hits another of our places there won’t be anything left of us.  Send everyone you can back to L.A.  Get them out of here as fast as you can.  We’ll have to pick up the pieces from there.  But I promise you, as soon as we kill that bastard, we’ll be back.  I’ve just got to figure out some way to put a bullet in his brain first.  Or better still, capture him and take him to the breaking house.  That…I would love!  Him…and that broad – Death.  Both of them have ruined me.  I want them both!  Put the word out, I still want her…and him now.  And I’m going to make them suffer like never before.

 

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Ralphie ran his hands down the front of his new dress.  Even with Brandy gone, it seemed he was still stuck in dresses – with no way out.  The only bright spot was his shoes.  The most comfortable shoes he could remember wearing.  Low-heeled black pumps, just like all the maids wore who worked for that woman – Miss Janice, as the others always referred to her.  So now he had another new dress.  Two actually, although they were both exactly alike – black with white collars and white cuffs on the short sleeves.  Each dress included a white apron that went with the white accents on the dress.  It was of course, a maid’s outfit, and it exactly matched all the maid’s outfits that everyone else wore.

He had heard that Vinny and Sammy were gone now, but he had been given strict orders to stay away from the big house.  It seemed that Miss Janice didn’t like men – at all.  One of the others had rumored that she killed men.  Although the word the woman had used was destroyed.  After seeing for himself what was left of the men she had worked on recently, all out in the pasture next to the barn, acting like chickens, he believed it.  He shuddered at the thought.  So yes, he was perfectly happy to stay well away from the big house, and well away from Miss Janice.

It was explained to him in no uncertain terms that until Brandy came back, he was going to have to be the maid to everyone that stayed in the barn, which from what he had seen was a lot of people.  Mostly women, but there were a few men who worked downstairs in the barn too.  Oddly, all the men were Chinese.  A few of the women around were Chinese too.  But the maids that worked up in the big house were not Chinese.  None of them.

One of those maids, the one he had met before, the one that had taken care of him in past visits to the house, the one called Natalia, was now in charge of him.  Now she acted nothing at all like she had with him in the past.  Now she seemed to hate him.  She yelled and screamed at him for the least little thing.  Everything he did had to be perfect.  No exceptions.  He had to spend all his time cleaning the entire upstairs in the barn.  Make all the beds.  Pick up everyone’s clothes.  Clean the bathrooms.  And do everything that Natalia could find that needed to be done for everyone working on everything else.

The biggest problem was, as far as Ralphie could see, everyone who stayed in the barn seemed to be slobs!  Consequently, the work never ended.

And now most of the people staying in the barn and the big house were suddenly gone.  It was just a few that remained.  Unfortunately, one of the ones still there was his new jailer – Natalia.  Speaking of which, there she was now.

“Ralphie!  What the hell are you doing?” Natalia barked angrily.

“Just making the beds, Miss Natalia,” Ralphie replied, dropping a small curtsey as she had been forcing him to do every time he spoke to her…to anyone.

“You can finish that later.  The big house is empty right now.  It’s the perfect time for you to scrub all the floors.  And you better do a good job of it our you’ll be the next chicken out in the yard!”

Ralphie gulped.  If he hadn’t seen those men with his own eyes, he never would have believed it.  Natalia’s threat wasn’t an idle one.  It was a very real possibility.  He dropped another curtsey.  “Right away, Miss Natalia.”

 

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