Chapter 66

Nadim Darwish was brimming with twisted satisfaction as he landed his plane at Adana International Airport. He relished the power of the controls, having just offloaded two girls at a remote airstrip in Kazakhstan. His mind was already racing ahead to what he hoped would be a delightful encounter with Mrs. Nagy. Those bitches who thought they had any authority were merely pathetic women who needed to be put in their place. The boss had promised him some enticing rewards upon his return, which he fantasized would involve indulging in the Hungarian whore in the most depraved ways.

The thrill of hunting for new victims was intoxicating, and he eagerly anticipated replenishing their stock after the inspection. He was particularly excited about returning to Damascus; his niece Lina had matured into a striking beauty, and he was eager to add another of his family members to his collection, both for his own perversions and for the organization.

Striding through the airport with a swagger, Nadim enjoyed the admiring glances he received, feeling self-important. When he met Mr. Pembroke, he soaked up the approving nods from his boss. As he hopped into the passenger seat of the pickup truck, he joked with Pembroke about the successful transport, confident and lecherous.

“I have a little surprise for you,” Pembroke said with a smirk. “It’s in the back. It’s rather delicate, so handle it carefully.”

Nadim’s eyes gleamed with sick anticipation. “Oh, thank you, boss,” he leered, his mind already racing with depraved thoughts about who or what might be waiting for him. As he climbed into the back of the truck, it was dark, and he fumbled around, puzzled by the shadows. Suddenly, a blinding flash of light struck, and he collapsed, lifeless, onto the truck’s floor.

Dmitri Roskov had spent several indulgent days aboard the Zephy, relishing the freedom of the open sea after successfully delivering a shipment of girls to coastal rendezvous points. The handovers had been smooth, with the girls now so inexpensive that minimal security was required to guard against their capture. Despite his enjoyment of the maritime freedom, Dmitri couldn’t shake his disappointment at missing the chance to return with new, terrified girls.

As he sailed along the coast of Cyprus, he cast envious glances at families and women on the beaches, basking in the sun, and reveling in their carefree moments. The sight of them in their bikinis and swimsuits, laughing and savoring ice cream, stirred a dark yearning within him. Dmitri’s seasoned expertise made it all too easy to imagine how effortlessly he could snatch one of them away. The contrast between their innocent enjoyment and his grim fantasies only heightened his frustration.

Upon landing at Karatas, Dmitri Roskov was greeted by a smiling Edward Pembroke in his pickup truck. The two exchanged pleasantries in Russian during the long drive through the arid farmland of southern Turkey. Their conversation was lively, punctuated by Dmitri’s eager recounting of his recent activities.

As they stopped for a break, Pembroke exited the vehicle to relieve himself. Dmitri, following suit, stepped out and began urinating. In the midst of his moment of casual relief, Dmitri’s last sight was his own exposed, vulnerable penis. Without warning, Pembroke’s Glock roared, the shot ringing out as Dmitri’s head jerked violently from the impact, sending him collapsing to the ground. ---------- Back at the complex, Pembroke was saddened to the point of tears at the empty cell, now vacant permanently for the first time in nearly five years. The scent of sex and pussy still lingered, a reminder of years and years of despair and horror for the girls. Nail marks on the walls, attempts at graffiti, and dried bloodstains told the dreadful stories of every girl who had been unfortunate enough to be captive within the clear glass walls. But for Pembroke, it was a memory of the best time of his life.

There were still matters to resolve and one final sale to complete. Pembroke was furious when Kenji Takahashi informed him of a delay in payment and the flight of the product.

“I’m sorry, Edward,” Takahashi said. “I don’t understand the problem. I will have the money, and the jet just needs a bit more time to arrange. It will be next week. Why is that such a problem? She is still going to be around, right?” He chuckled.

Pembroke didn’t want to reveal his desperation, but he knew that Mrs. Nagy’s departure was crucial for meeting the deadline set by Ahmed Al-Masri. He called her into his office.

“Ah, Mrs. Nagy, it’s been a while. Four years you’ve been here. How do you feel about your employment?”

“Master, I am very happy,” she said, dropping to her knees. “I only pray that I can continue to serve you for years to come.”

“You have been an excellent slave, Mrs. Nagy.”

“Thank you, Master. It has been the honor of my life to serve you,” she replied, bowing her head. Clad in her purple thong bikini with tattoos adorning her face and body, she embodied the essence of an exotic slave.

“How has it felt seeing all the girls being cleared out?”

“Master, it is not my place to question your decisions. If you need to replenish the stock, I would be honored to travel with you. As a woman, I have more guile than the men, and I could be very valuable in obtaining young girls for you. I would be honored to bring more females into your stock to help you prosper further. Please forgive me and punish me if I have spoken out of turn, Master.”

“No, you will not be punished, slave. You have been very loyal to me. Thank you for your suggestion, but I’m afraid I have a different path for you. You are to be sold, Mrs. Nagy, to a gentleman in Japan.”

Mrs. Nagy bristled, gasping as she stifled a cry. A single tear rolled down her cheek. “I—I understand, Master. Are you retiring, Master?”

“Yes, my dear,” Pembroke said gently, kneeling to wipe the tear from her face. “The money from your sale is going toward my retirement. I’m sorry we cannot continue this, but it was always going to end someday. What gave you the idea?”

“Master, I noticed we stopped ordering the usual products a while ago. I ... I haven’t had birth control for weeks now.”

“Yes, well...” Pembroke sighed. “I don’t think you’ll need birth control where you’re going. You needn’t worry about getting pregnant. Unfortunately, your time with your new owner will be brief. I would have preferred a longer stay for you, but given your age and the substantial offer I received—along with the rather ... specialized plans for you—this was the best option. You should take pride in that.”

“Master...” Mrs. Nagy’s voice wavered. “I ... I don’t understand...”

Her resolve shattered, Mrs. Nagy broke into heartfelt sobs. “I will strive to make you proud in the limited time I have with the new owner. I accept that my fate is yours to decide; it always has been. I’ve known this all along, Master. I just ... I love you, Master.”

As she wept, Pembroke stroked her hair gently, his touch a mixture of tenderness and emotional detachment.

“Now, Mrs. Nagy,” Pembroke said with a detached tone, “you’ll be shipped out soon, but until then, I’ll be moving you to a different location. Ironically, you’ll get your wish to leave the complex, though it will be far from pleasant. This will be the final time you serve me.” As he spoke, Pembroke began to undress, carefully removing Mrs. Nagy’s bikini top. “So why don’t you make sure to please your Master one last time? Be a good girl for me, just this once more.”

For the next hour, Mrs. Nagy and Pembroke engaged in passionate lovemaking. The reality of her impending fate loomed heavily over her—she was to be sold to an unknown buyer who would soon end her life. The man who had seduced, kidnapped, and enslaved her was now also providing her with the love she craved from him in her last days. But he would still sell her and have her killed, just for money and convenience, and to move on. Yet, she still loved him. As he came deep inside her, she looked into his eyes, desperate for something that approached the all encompassing adoration she had towards her evil master, but again, found nothing but empty, cold shark eyes.

A few hours later, Mrs. Nagy found herself with Pembroke in a bunker just outside the main complex—an old military command center. The place was barren, save for dusty, decades-old military rations that were surprisingly still fit for consumption. Mrs. Nagy watched as Pembroke approached an old safe, inserting a series of USBs and laptops into it. He then attached a chain from the wall to an ankle cuff around her legs, restricting her movement to only a few meters and, crucially, preventing her from reaching the stairs leading to the main exit and fresh air.

“A few more days here, Mrs. Nagy, or should I say Katalin,” Pembroke said with a smirk. “And then I’ll have you flown out to Japan. In the meantime, just hang tight.”