Chapter 2

The house was a zoo when we got home. I stopped by my car, retrieving two slightly longer and narrower than normal briefcases and carried them inside. Twenty-seven girls in varying states of dress were having a makeshift slumber party and watching pornos. The girls ranged in age from young teen, to Neves, officially the oldest of the seventeen-year-olds. I corralled everyone and directed them to the formal dining room.

“Girls, my first priority is to keep everyone safe. One of the pimps in town didn’t like Mr. Forssler taking away some of his customers. He never did anything about it because Mr. Forssler only had twenty girls working for him. Word is probably already out that we’re going to have more than twenty girls. That means there’s a chance that he could try to attack tonight. I’m hoping to get him first, but just to be safe, nobody leaves this room until I get home. This room has no windows and opens into every part of the house. I will open every door inside the house, and make sure I lock all the exterior windows and doors.

“Does anybody here know how to use a pistol?” I asked. Neves and Corrina were the only two, so I took out two Glocks with silencers from my favorite gunsmith and handed one to each of them.

“The silencers serve three purposes. First, the neighbors won’t hear anything and won’t send the police to investigate. Second, if there is more than one intruder, the others may not hear your shot. That way they won’t know where you are, that you’re armed, or that their partner just ate it. Third, it will help hide the muzzle flash in the dark so someone can’t see where the shot came from.” I went through the house, closing and locking the windows and exterior doors on both the upper and lower floors.

Next, I crept outside and set up four video cameras. Each camera was just inside the exterior wall and was pointed towards one corner of the house. That way, you could see two sides of the house from each camera. The exterior lights were on, allowing plenty of light to see anyone moving around. When I got back inside, I showed Corrina how to watch all four cameras on my laptop. I also directed the girls not to answer the door for anyone, just as if nobody was home. With the interior house lights off except for the dining room, it would look like nobody was home.

After an emotional goodbye kiss, I left, and Corrina turned on the house’s existing alarm system behind me. If a door or window were opened or broken, the alarm would sound. I climbed into my car and left. First stop was the red-light district. I easily found Rodolfo’s place where a dozen skimpily dressed women and girls were outside trying to entice passers-by. I observed long enough to watch a dozen men pick out a girl. They led him to the front door of the building where the bouncer collected the fee from the man, and then the two of them went inside. The girls must have been good because none of the guys were inside more than twenty to thirty minutes.

Next, I picked my helper. I saw one of the women who appeared to be a little older than the others, probably in her mid-twenties. Her body language and the way she approached every guy told me she was desperate to meet her quota. That and she had a large bruise on the side of her face that the makeup didn’t hide completely.

She was surprised that she didn’t have to convince me to choose her over one of the younger or prettier girls. “How much?” I asked, extracting the fee from my pocket, and handing it to the bouncer at the door. He gave her a red chit in return, obviously their way to tally who earned how much at the end of the night. The building’s exterior had looked run down from across the street in the parking structure. Even the binoculars didn’t show just how dingy the place was. The outside paint was stained and cracking. The lighting inside was barely enough to see where you were going. You could walk right by someone and probably not recognize them. There were large, discolored patches on what was left of the well-worn carpeting in the hallway.

The obvious sounds of sex in progress were slightly audible through several of the rickety doors. As I closed the door of our room behind us, I noted that, at least the rooms were well kept. She had her dress off before I finished locking the door and had nothing on beneath it. When she approached, I pulled her to me and held her there. “I take it that your boss wasn’t too happy with you?” I asked and gently touched the bruised cheek. She flinched and looked at the floor.

“I can’t talk about it,” she whispered.

“Are they watching or listening?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No, but I don’t know who you are,” she admitted.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Cherry,” she answered fearfully. I smiled patiently.

“Cherry will do for now. Tomorrow, you can tell me your real name,” I told her. She frowned, unsure what I meant. I pressed a finger to her lips.

“Tonight, I’m going to take over this business. I don’t hit the women who work for me. I don’t force them to work for me if they want to leave. Those who stay and work for me will have to attend school so they can eventually get a job besides this, one that pays them enough to live on. I also don’t keep as much of the money that you earn, and all of your tips will belong to you.”

Her eyes bugged out when I pulled out the Glock I had in my waistband.

“No...” she squeaked, her eyes tearing up.

“Shhhhh, I’m not going to hurt you. I told you, I’m going to make sure that Rodolfo doesn’t hurt you or anyone else again, okay?” She nodded, but the fear was still in her eyes.

“Where is Rodolfo?” I asked her.

Her voice wavering, she managed to squeak, “Second floor, room 2.”

“How many people are in the room?”

“There’s usually one outside the door, and three or four bodyguards inside with him. Lots of times they have new girls in there, too,” she added, an unspoken plea to be careful of the girls.

I gave her a choice of being tied up, loose enough that she could work her way free in about five minutes or having me use the knockout drug. She chose to be tied up. I gave her a kiss on the cheek before I left. “Maybe you’ll decide to tell me your real name tomorrow,” I teased right before I left the room.

The guard outside Rodolfo’s door was leaning against the wall looking totally bored. Aside from the red stain on the wall behind his head after my single shot (I think it was red. It was hard to tell in the darkened hall), he looked just like he had when I got to the top of the steps.

Using the dentist’s mirror I had with me, I looked under the door. There were four men in the room. The one with a gun in his hands was sitting down watching as Rodolfo violently fucked a young girl who was being held down on a table by the other two goons in the room.

Still outside of the door, I lined up my first shot and quickly played through my planned scenario. I’d found that trying to open doors slowly and quietly doesn’t usually work. For some reason, opening a door slowly causes the hinges to creak more frequently than opening a door quickly. Instead, I simply opened the door at the normal speed. As expected, nobody even looked up, all too intent on the rape of the girl on the table.

My first silenced shot took out the goon with the gun before he even knew I was in the room. A little lead in the right arm stopped Rodolfo’s attempt to reach for his own gun. Idiots two and three froze, unsure what, if anything, they could do. The girl on the table was scrambling, not sure who was the bigger threat. “Put your clothes on over there,” I told her, pointing to a corner away from the gunman, yet still in my view. I had idiot two gag and then tie both idiot three and Rodolfo to chairs with sturdy cable ties. God, but I love those things. They work better and quicker than any amount of rope or tape. Then the half-dressed girl gagged and tied up idiot two.

All three goons were given an injection to help them decide to cooperate. By now, the young girl was dressed and cowering in the corner. “I won’t hurt you,” I said in a soothing voice, trying to calm her down. “If you leave right now, the man at the front door will probably recognize you and bring you back. If you want, you can go downstairs to room 18 and ask the girl in there to come up here. Knock first, and enter slowly. She might still be tied up, but if not, she’s probably as scared as you are right now, okay?” She nodded and was out the door in a flash. I heard her gasp when she saw my first victim, and heard her bare feet padding quickly down the hall to the stairs.

A few minutes later, both girls nervously entered the room, still unsure exactly what was going on. I asked Cherry to go get the guy at the front door. “Tell him that I got a little belligerent and Rodolfo wants him to help with me. You stay at the door and collect the money from the girls, okay?” She nodded and was off like a shot.

I checked on my three guests. The second drug was taking effect, and as soon as I had the door attendant, I could start. I waited for him at the top of the stairs. “Don’t,” I warned with a growl when the doorman saw what was going on and turned to head back down the stairs. Fortunately for him, he stopped. I had the girl tie him up, too, and gave him an injection.

Then I called Corrina and told her I was starting my shopping. She knew that meant that I had everyone secure and was starting to convince them to cooperate. That meant that the girls could relax a little. For two hours, I doled out measured amounts of the Chinese scientist’s finest to the four men. By the time I finished, Rodolfo had told me everything he knew, including raping his own mother when he was 16.

The other three goons, Vincente, Lino, and Mario were now my faithful employees, ready to do anything I ever asked of them, including stepping in front of a speeding car. I instructed them that they were never to hurt any of the girls and that any of the girls who wanted to quit were to be allowed to. They were never to have sex with any of the women unless the women initiated it. The three men stripped Rodolfo and tied him face down to the tabletop while the drugs in his system were still wearing off. When he was fully conscious, I had all three take turns raping his ass. The girl watched nervously, but grinned at his predicament. Since Rodolfo rented this building and had no real property, he was worthless to me. I had already extracted all the account numbers and locations where his money was stashed.

I turned to the girl, turning the handle of a knife to her. “Anything you’d like to do to him?” I asked. She was too nervous to approach me, so I put the knife on Rodolfo’s butt and stepped to the far side of the room. My three employees were given orders not to interfere with her or hurt her, and then I told them to load the two bodies into a car or van. While they were carrying the first victim downstairs, the girl took the knife and shoved the blade where, moments ago, Rodolfo had enjoyed the pleasure of his former employee’s cocks. His muted scream was chilling.

“Remind me never to piss you off,” I joked. She finally smiled, then stabbed again, driving the tip of the knife through something of Rodolfo’s that was hanging over the edge of the table. The tip of the knife stuck in the wooden tabletop. She pulled it out, stabbing several more times into the fleshy part of his butt and thighs, swearing at him each time.

“Can I kill him?” she finally asked.

“Fast or slow?” was my response.

“Slow,” she decided, her lips turning up in a sadistic smile. “He’ll be unconscious in a few minutes already and will die within the hour just from what you already did. If you cut his femoral artery, he’ll die in about a minute,” I advised. She liked that idea, so I showed her where to cut. She did with no hesitation whatsoever, grinning viciously as she watched his life drain onto the floor of the room. She pumped her fist into the air when his last breath escaped his lips. “Vai da o cu pro Capeta!” she spat as his eulogy. “Go get butt-fucked by the Devil,” which I felt was fitting. I phoned Corrina and let her know I was done shopping but wouldn’t be home for a while. Now she knew I was done, and was just cleaning up the mess, and that they were completely safe. Nobody had been sent to attack the villa. I had Mario, the door attendant, return to his station.

“Now what will you do with me?” the girl asked.

“You can leave and go home,” I answered. Unfortunately, that made her start crying.

“I can’t go home,” she sobbed. She managed to tell me her story, but it took a little while. Cherry came in and listened quietly. Her name was Nilda. The two guys I had killed came to her small village offering jobs to young women who wanted to work as waitresses in restaurants in Rio. They promised that the girls would earn good tips in addition to what they were paid. Her mother warned her not to go, but she and four other girls sneaked off with the men when they left. Not only had she disobeyed her mother, but now she was no longer a virgin and would be shunned by everyone in the village. The other four girls were still locked up in the room next door awaiting their initiation. Rodolfo had intended to initiate all of them tonight, but I had interrupted those plans.

I offered her a job. I had no idea what it would be yet but promised that she wouldn’t have to be a prostitute. “Are you going to close us down?” Cherry asked.

I told her that I planned to keep the place open, but I was going to renovate it so that it was cleaner. Rodolfo only let the girls keep 10% of what they made, and 25% of their tips. I explained that, starting with what they earned tonight, they would keep half of what they earned, and all of their tips. There would be no quotas. If they only wanted to fuck one guy, that was their choice. If they wanted to take a night off, a week off, or quit all together, that was also their choice. There would be no more beatings, and I would provide a doctor to check all the girls once a week. I did expect anyone who stayed to go to school and at least graduate high school. If any of them were accepted at a college, I would make sure that they could afford to go, even if I paid for it myself. “Will you tell me your real name now?” I teased.

“Jacinta,” she replied, blushing.

We freed the girls next door and I arranged for Vincente and Lino to return them to their village tomorrow, at least the three who wanted to go. Angela wanted to stay, even if she had to be a prostitute. It was better that being beaten and raped every day by her drunken stepfather. The girls promised to tell everyone that Angela and Nilda had a job working in the home of a wealthy man and his wife. Then Vincente and Lino headed for the crematorium. I had previously made arrangements with Pablo, the man who owned it, to pay him for seeing to it that my problems disappeared in a puff of smoke so to speak. As a single, lonely old man, I also promised a much younger and more tangible compensation for each problem he disposed of. Cherry volunteered to go with them to “compensate” the guy.