Kenzo Book 4

KENZO

“When you go in, you have to manhandle the girls. I know that you’re used to doing that with being a sadist, but what I mean when I say that is to really treat them like shit.

“You take nine out of here and pass them over to me. I will send you the money back via bank transfer. If you only ask for one, they will get suspicious, and you never leave hands free. Ever for that fact!

“Every single person in this circle knows how they play, and you don’t want to step inside the limelight. Trust me on that one.

“Don’t get your hopes up for finding Rebecca or Trish here, though, because these fuckers have more places to store the women than we could count.”

“I only need to get in, and don’t worry about the money. I will send some your way to help you out with your missions,” I tell him, and he smiles, feeling thankful for my help with cash.

“Stick with me and you will be good. I know this side like the back of my hand, and I’ve made many mistakes. I’m just stopping you from doing the same.” He lifts his finger up, telling me he’s thought of something.

“Tell you what, I’ll join your team to help you find them. They can’t have gotten far, and if they aren’t dead, they will be out there somewhere,” Draven tells me.

I take my clipper out and light up a smoke. Sitting back in the seat, we make a plan while waiting for someone to enter.

The room is dark and ice cold to where I can see my breath. I’ve got a pair of gloves on, but not the usual brand that I would usually wear. They keep my hands warm either way.

I feel scatty in these clothes because I’ve had to go for a less classy design, and the material doesn’t stretch. My arms feel restricted, and these shoes are killing my feet.

The leather is terrible and stays hard, rubbing against the heels of my feet.

Bright lights switch on one after the other, trailing right the way down the center of the room as we step through the door. Draven is in front of me. I adjust my eyes to the light and stare at an empty white room.

I was expecting beds or something, but I was completely wrong. I keep my eyes focused in front of me when the door opens, and a man in casual blue jeans, a scraggy blue top, and black trainers enters.

He has a scar underneath his eye from a knife, gray hair, and crooked teeth.

Behind him, I see a long chain with girls connected all the way down it. They enter one after the other, shaking vigorously, bruises covering their bodies, and they haven’t had a wash for months.

Dirt covers more bruises, and their hair is knotted up. They all look petrified, but who can blame them, especially the three girls who are crying at the back.

Two other girls look emotionless; it’s obvious they have been here for a while.

I think back to what I did to Rebecca. Yes, she had bruises, but nothing like the girls here. I gave her aftercare, didn’t I? I can see where I could have improved, and now thinking back to our sessions, I feel terrible.

I was a bad dom to that girl. I treated her the same way, but I’m looking at these girls from an outsider’s perspective. What a sick fuck I am.

Eighteen girls in total who have no idea that we are here to save them all keep their heads down. It’s their lucky day, and they don’t know it yet. It makes me feel happy inside knowing that we are doing this for a good cause.

What did my men think when they saw Rebecca? The same, I would assume. How was I so blind? I didn’t see how I was hurting her.

My time with Rebecca flashes before my eyes. She didn’t want me to do what I did. Why didn’t I change the contract earlier? Why was I so fucking strict? I’m a monster!

The two men turn to face the girls, and Draven snaps his fingers. The second he does that, we grab our guns and point them at the men.

Both of them go to get their pistols out of their jean pockets, but we beat them to it by shooting them in the forehead. The room is soundproof, so we know the others wouldn’t have heard the guns when they fired.

Running over to their pockets, we search for the keys to get the chains off the girls, and when Draven holds them up in the air, I feel relieved.

We set the girls free, and they start panicking, frantically looking for an escape, and I hold my hand up in the air.

“Shut the fuck up. Stop screaming, get in line, and don’t try to fucking run unless you all have a death wish. We are here to give you a better life, but that will only happen if you cooperate.

“Nice beach, hotel room, all food inclusive paradise. Now follow us but stay back and keep a safe distance. Many dangerous men still walk around outside this room.

“Do as you’re told and you will survive; if you don’t, then you may as well be as good as dead. Understand?”

All the girls nod their heads as I scan over each one of them. Draven leans on my shoulder, and I turn to look at him.

“Cute speech.” I grin, and Draven holds a finger up to me.

“Fuck you.”

We open the door up and exit to the front of the building. Keeping an eye out and making sure the girls are doing as they’re told, we shoot the three guys in the reception area before going out through the front door.

The men were oblivious, and that made them one of the easiest targets to take down.

“How the fuck are we supposed to get eighteen girls back?” I cross my arms with my pistol in the palm of my hand.

“I have a van.”

“Oh,” I say, shocked, and look back at the girls who are all smiling. It makes my heart break in half seeing how much joy this freedom is giving them.

“I will leave you girls with Draven here. He will take good care of you, so don’t worry about it.”

I grab Draven’s hand and shoulder barge him before leaving. It’s our way of saying goodbye. We did it once when we were six, and it has stuck with us since.

“I’ll be in touch,” he shouts behind me, and I throw my hand up to tell him I heard him loud and clear.

Time to make things right between me and Rebecca. I will never lay a finger on her again. I’m done with being a sadistic fuck.