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.
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