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Jarred snapped a few more pictures to add to his collection, there had to be enough to convince Darleen that she could not resist his direction. Blackmail was not his normal choice to get things done, but turning Darleen into a demon-possessed asset was not a viable choice this time. He needed her for her real-estate skills and position with the Hollywood elite.
A loud moan from the pile of female bodies was his cue to take another shot. The look on Darleen’s face was pure bliss, and the camera captured it. It also captured Wendy’s sapphic kiss that caused her pleasure. Jarred smiled; this was blackmail gold.
Jarred had taken control of Darleen at first, and occasionally released her so she would act on her own. It was all her right now, she was in control, and she would remember just enough of the event to know that it really happened, and he could always bring up the pictures if she refused to remember.
“Oh my!” Elsie acted surprised. “They’re all around us!” The grin on her face did not match her demeanor.
“What will we ever do?” Alex mimicked her tone and grinned at Bethany.
“What do you want?” Bethany asked the armed men in Spanish.
Nervously, Juan said, “You are coming with us.” He looked to Miguel, “Bind them,” he said to him. Miguel moved towards Bethany as he took a pair of handcuffs out of a side pouch.
“Should we kill them or go with them?” Bethany turned her head and asked her cohorts in Demonic. Miguel jumped back just a bit when Bethany spoke. The strange guttural language that came from the tiny woman made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Juan raised his pistol involuntarily when he heard her, the words sounded like imminent violence to him.
Elsie answered first, “If we kill these four, it’s just four,” she reasoned. “If we go with them, they might bring us to a nest that we can rip through,” she said with a deep laugh that did not fit her face.
“You don’t have to ask me to a party twice,” Alex said and held her hands up in front of herself to be cuffed.
The other two laughed and held their hands up like Alex did. “Ready when you are,” Bethany said to Miguel, speaking in Spanish again.
Miguel stood there, dumbfounded for a few seconds. He couldn’t understand a single word of the odd language they had spoken, but he had the impression that they were trying to decide whether they were going with them or not. He stepped up and began cuffing the women despite the hair on his neck still standing proud.
Juan left a note on the bed for the remaining, unaccounted for, woman. She would come to them if she was concerned about her friends. Juan led their prizes to the elevator while his men followed them. Their people on the hotel staff would sanitize the room and remove any evidence that the women were ever there.
Carlos woke in a confined space and wasn’t sure where he was. His wrist throbbed and hurt immensely with every jostle. He pushed outward on his confines and realized it was a bag! He was immediately rewarded with more pain as the bag was dropped to the ground, and someone kicked it several times. “Move again or say anything and you will not live to see the outside of this bag again,” Linda informed him and hoisted the bag back up.
“The Bitch!” Carlos thought, recognizing her voice. He didn’t dare say anything, though. Before he passed out, he saw what she was capable of and believed she would kill him without hesitation.
Linda was about to cross the street to the hotel when a black mini-van emerged from the basement parking lot. By aura alone, she could tell there were four evil individuals in the van with three demons. “Lucky!” she said out loud in demonic. Carlos heard her speak, and he cringed. Picking up her pace, Linda made her way to the hotel room and unceremoniously dumped the bag she carried in a corner before closing the door. “Stay,” she commanded Carlos in Spanish. Carlos did his best not to move.
On the bed, there was a note. “If you care about your friends, do not contact the police. Come to the airport, parking lot B, and wait by the telephone. Someone will contact you.” Linda laughed. There was no need to go, the girls would be back in a few hours with stories to tell her. “Jarred’s quota numbers are looking better all the time!” she said to herself.
Her attention shifted to the bag. “Come out and join me,” she commanded. Carlos fumbled with the zipper with his good hand and pushed the end of the bag away with his feet. He was frustrated by the time he got loose from the bag. His swollen wrist made his right hand useless and he was sure that she had broken a few of his ribs earlier; his breathing was becoming labored and every move he made hurt his chest.
Carlos stood and looked at Linda sitting on the bed, grinning at him. “You’re a mess, Carlos. Sit down before you fall down,” she said indicating a chair near the bed. He moved slowly, but he got there and sat down as directed. “We’re going to play a game. I’m going to ask questions, and you are going to answer them. If I don’t believe your answer,” she said as she pulled the knife out of her waistband, “I will take an appendage with this.” She flipped the knife around in her hand and between her fingers like she had been doing it forever. “Big lies beget big appendages. Remember, a leg or an arm are appendages,” she warned him. At first, Carlos thought she had to be joking, then the images flowed back into his head from earlier.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said respectfully. He was beaten and he knew it, but he stayed alert for an opportunity to escape. “Anything can happen,” he thought to himself.
Linda showed the note to Carlos. “Let’s start with this. Who would be most likely to kidnap my three friends and demand that I go to the airport?”
“Zetas,” Carlos stated. “They own the airport. You were probably targeted the moment you landed.”
The knife flew around between Linda’s fingers for a few moments. “I believe you,” she said at last, and Carlos took a breath. He could not believe how much fear this tiny woman had instilled in him in such a short period of time. He noticed that she was staring at him intently. When he returned her stare Linda said, “I bet you scream like a little girl.” She leaned back and laughed, “We’ll know for sure soon I bet. Next question.”
“You want me to do what?” Darleen asked.
Jarred grinned. She had heard him just fine. “I want you to train Wendy to be a real-estate agent and get her whatever licensing she needs,” he repeated.
Darleen frowned. “No,” she said without hesitation.
“I’m not thrilled with having to study and take tests either,” Wendy complained, “but no is not an option. The only upside for me is all the time we have to spend together. I hope your jaw is up for it,” she said and laughed.
“You saw the pictures,” Jarred said. “You have no choice. I will not hesitate to ruin you and make you serve me in other ways.”
Darleen was not sure what he meant by that, but she knew his evil knew no boundaries with the little time she had spent around him. The pictures he had might ruin her, and they might not. This was 2019 and being photographed naked was not that unusual. Even the photos with other women might not be that bad for her, but it was embarrassing. “I’m not convinced,” she said.
“Plan B, then. Go get her,” Jarred quietly said to Molly.
Molly had been standing nearby silently. She was a younger version of Wendy with fewer curves but beautiful nonetheless. She disappeared down the hall and returned with a young blonde woman.
“Darleen!” the woman screamed. “Who are these people?”
“Nancy?” Darleen said in disbelief. “Oh my god! They got you,” she cried. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Nancy said. “What is going on?”
“Don’t worry, Nancy,” Darleen said. “I’ll make it right and protect you.” She glowered at Jarred. “You win,” she said. “You’re an evil asshole, but you win.”
Again Jarred smiled and laughed. “I knew you would come around and see things my way,” he bragged. “Of course, your sister will have to stay with us a while, as my guest,” he added.
Darleen wanted to protest but realized it was futile. “Just leave her alone,” Darleen pleaded. “Stay away from him, Nancy. He is evil,” Darleen said to her sister, almost crying.
“I’ll be okay,” Nancy said. “He’s been nothing but nice to me so far,” she reassured Darleen.
“Where do we start?” Wendy asked Darleen. “Your place or mine?” she laughed.
“Mine,” Darleen sighed. “I have plenty of material at my place that you can study. Let’s just get this over with.”
“Sleep-over at Darleen’s,” Wendy announced excitedly. “Don’t wait up for me, Jarred,” she said.
“I’ll be fine without you,” he said, indicating all the females around him.
He watched Darleen and Wendy leave before turning to Nancy. “Nicely done, Keggamol. You managed to easily convince Darleen you were Nancy.”
Nancy smiled. “As you commanded, master,” she said in demonic.
Her words sounded like a chainsaw plunging into a heart, but Jarred had no idea what she had said. “Someday, I will be complete and understand,” he said, “but for now let’s stick to English.”
“As you command,” Nancy replied to him.
“Come show me how much you enjoy the new body I have given you,” Jarred said and moved towards the sofa.
Nancy followed slowly as she shed her clothing.
Bethany, Alex, and Elsie watched as Juan reported to a tall, thin man in a uniform. The warehouse they had been taken too was bustling as uniformed men loaded and unloaded trucks. The girls exchanged glances and smiled as the Juan and the leader approached, their leader was no stranger to evil; his aura was as evil as it could be.
“I am General Marco,” the leader said.
“Polo!” Elsie immediately said and grinned.
General Marco smiled indulgently. “As soon as your friend is brought in, you will be moved to another facility for training, until then, you will remain here,” he announced.
“About that,” Elsie started to say but was cut off by a swift backhand from General Marco. He was a little surprised that she took his strike so easily, he expected her to fall down, but she just rolled her head and smiled at him.
“As I was about to say,” The General continued, “You are now the property of the Zetas. There will be no more talking allowed and infractions will be handled swiftly and severely.”
Elsie grinned at him. “You hit like a girl,” she teased. “ The other Cartels have had enough of the Zetas. We were hired by the Sinaloa coalition to destroy you.”
The General laughed at her assertion and swung to slap Elsie again, but his attempt was interrupted by Elsie’s right foot rapidly swinging up and catching him in the elbow. The impact of the blow caused his arm to fold in the wrong direction and the General howled suddenly in pain. All three women pulled hard and the handcuff chains separated. Juan had no time to react before one of the women jumped forward and planted an elbow in his face. Before he passed out, Juan felt his knife being taken from his helpless body and he heard several gunshots nearby.
“Juan! Wake up!” a woman’s voice called to him. He opened his eyes slowly, his face hurt so badly that even doing that much hurt. “He’s alive!” she called out to others. “Who did this to you?” she asked quickly.
He thought for a moment before squeezing out two words. “Sinoloa coalition,” he said before passing out again.
The woman dropped his head on the concrete. “Get him patched up, we need more answers,” she said and began giving directions to the men around her.
The three returning women quietly rode up to their floor in the elevator but were unable to contain their laughter when the door opened and they were greeted by screams of pain. In the hallway, the young bellhop from earlier was sitting on the floor against the wall with his hands on his ears. Nearby there was a pile of partially digested food that he had evidently not been able to keep down. He had not noticed the three women walking up to him and Bethany nudged him with her toe.
The boy looked up and turned white as he stared at the three covered in blood smiling down at him. Another weak scream emanated from the nearby room. “It sounds like Linda is almost done with him,” Bethany said as she grabbed hold of the boy’s shirt and lifted him to his feet. She looked into his eyes, “You got away earlier. You better not die on us,” she said, grabbing his crotch and massaging it with her other hand.
One moment Pedro wasn’t sure if he was going to pass out; the next, he was curious what she meant. She sure seemed like she wanted to be friendly with him. Her friends were grinning and looking at him like he was a piece of prime rib, and he began to grow as his male nature took over.
“He’ll do,” Bethany said, assessing his manhood and leading him into the room. She had to hold him up again when he got a glance at Carlos.
Linda looked up with a satisfied grin on her face. “He lasted a lot longer than I thought he would,” she said as she lowered his body down into a bag. She threw in the loose fingers and ears that were on the floor before zipping it shut. “I’ll just be a moment disposing of this,” she said as she walked to the balcony. She swung the bag and gave a mighty heave that sent it sailing into the night’s darkness and listened for the thud. The park across the street was a perfect place to leave a body.
“This one is not evil,” Linda observed the faint boy. “What’s your plan?”
“Use him until he is almost dead,” Bethany said removing her skirt. “Then send him off with stories that no one will ever believe.”
“Sounds good to me,” Linda said, pulling her top off. “Torturing and killing always makes me horny,” she said to the boy before pushing him back onto the bed.
“Our thoughts exactly,” Elsie agreed as she and the others stripped. Pedro’s head swiveled from side to side to take in the views. He was sure they were going to kill him, but it looked like the method was going to make it worth it.