Chapter 8

Nairobi, White Co. building, Cave 10

MM is furious. This yankee bitch has humiliated his son, the heir to one of the greatest fortunes on the planet ... He must unleash the rage that devours him. The elevator stops on the tenth basement, a level that is not mentioned on the control panel and can only be reached with a special code. This is the central transit warehouse. This is where the merchandise is packed and distributed to customers or simply shipped to other Corporation centers. There are several locations like this around the world and they all follow the rules of security and discretion that these businesses require. He descends a hidden staircase then walks down a corridor bordered by anonymous doors, and enters a room parked by a red light.

“Good, good ... let’s see what we have here!”, he exclaims. Inside, in complete darkness, a naked young girl sits on a wooden bench secured to the wall, hands and feet tied. She looks at him in terror, behind a bulky gag.

“Jason’s job,” he thinks, sure they’ve prepared her for him. Usually, they are not gagged like this, nor do they have their ankles splayed and tied to the ends of a metal bar. MM leaves the door open for the light from the hallway to enter and grabs her hair to put her on her feet. She is a beautiful young girl; a mestizo with sleek jet black hair, her shining eyes full of deep distress. This is how he loves women: helpless and terrified ... With satisfaction, he sits down on the bench and slowly details her with his gaze. She’s standing in front of him, less than a yard. He appreciates what he sees. She’s a typical Brazilian specimen, with plump buttocks, firm thighs, a slim waist, and stunning breasts that are firm but not overwhelmingly big. Even chained, her body exudes rhythm from all her pores. He watches her in silence for a moment ... Gagged and completely naked, her hands behind her back and her feet chained to the ends of a metal bar, the young girl is the living image of the Brazilian slave of the century past ... Max lifts his foot and tries to push the tip of his shoe into her defenseless vagina. The girl is too terrified to move. Even if she tried, it would be difficult for her to keep her balance and not fall to the ground. He opens the file which contains the details concerning him and the invoice which will be provided at the same time as her. She was born in Bahia and lived in Rio. Her father is Scandinavian and her mother is Brazilian, which makes her a typically Brazilian explosive mix. She is seventeen years old and had been captured a few days earlier by a local operator. The girl went to an “audition for a samba movie” and, well ... The auction was done by video conference; there were only six clients interested in a girl like this. The video presented to raise the stakes, where she dances naked, is quite exciting. Ultimately she fell to a powerful Japanese electronics mogul whom MM knew personally. She is the eleventh girl he sends him, and only one of them survives. He hates selling his wares to that bloodthirsty bastard, but business is business. She was acquired for a hundred thousand dollars, at the end of a fight between the Japanese and Mrs. Roisy, a sadistic lesbian owner of some of Arabia’s most intimate and secret brothels. MM does some math, the whole thing is a big profit of about eighty thousand dollars, after deducting the commission, the cost of her capture, sale and transport.