VampiricTouch
Cold Selfish Bitch
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“Asians are very expensive, you know?” He leaned forward from the beat up armchair, but made no move to touch the briefcase on the table. “Just this much won’t be nearly enough - Double it.”
“You...” The client was too dignified to fill in the foul words that came to his mind, but they flicked descriptively across his features had any chose to watch him.
The two men were from very different walks of life. The client in his black suit and tie stood out in the dingy room. The tiles that still existed were cracked, the table chipped and creaky, even the armchair the man sat upon was losing it's stuffing as springs protruded from the sides.
A slight motion from the armchair and his men dragged the girl forward, with no amount of struggle despite the chains that held her down. His hand tilted her chin upwards, giving his client a full view of her clean features and the startling black eyes that offered a glare that could peel paint. The white pristine cloth stood between his fingers and her skin, as if to avoid dirtying a product before the transaction.
He treated her like merchandise.
“No make up, no whitening. It’s all natural. She’s a top grade product. You can’t deny it. Plus, she’s a solid fighter. I guarantee with proper use, she’s got plenty of room to improve. Now. If you want it...”
He didn’t need to finish. The second brief case clacked against the first, knocking the lid close with a click as the second case opened to display the neat array of liquid energy cores inside - enough to provide them power in this wasteland for a long time....
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The roundhouse connected solidly with his lower jaw and the follow through sent him flying. He wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.... if at all. His partner that came with him rushed to his aid, keeping a wary eye on the Asian that had so successfully taken his friend out of commission.
“Brat!!” He screamed his rage, fumbling for a moment before he pulled free his pistol. It was a last resort. Boss wanted them alive. “Don’t fucking underestimate me!”
She was moving already. Before he had time to squeeze the trigger, she was on him. The pistol discharged as he screamed again, this time in pain. His arm was bent at a 90 degree angle - the wrong way.
“Go back and tell your boss. Don’t come back here again.” She spoke ominously, just loud enough for them to hear, as the pair struggled to leave. She stood before the dilapidated buildings as the younger ones peered out from crumbling walls. Only after she was certain that the snatchers wouldn’t come back did she return to her charges amid the cheers of her victory.
“Anya.... thank you. We’ve always relied so much on you... if only we could help you fight...” A woman walked out to greet her.
“It’s okay. You all take care of me. It’s the least I can do to protect everyone Elise.”
“But those guys.... won’t learn.” Elise murmured as she stared into the distance where the pair had disappeared.
“Why... Who are they?” Anya’s eyes followed the gaze.
“Black market dealers. Since this settlement is mostly comprised of unarmed women and children, dealers come here to … replenish their stores...”
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“That’s a joke right?” He scoffed, “This is one of the most important places for gathering inventory. Without it, we’d go out of business.”
“Your business is none of our concern, neither are we your products. Get out.” Anya answered firmly. She stood as the first and last defense for the ones behind her.
“Conceited brat.” He spat the words out venomously. “You boys are seriously worthless. Losing to this brat to come crawling back to me?”
“Sorry...” The men behind him grimaced.
“No matter. Go pick up a few top quality products.”
The man bold enough to grab the nearest child was greeted with surprise. Anya was upon him immediately.
Her fist nearly connected.
“Don’t interfere with my business.” He growled. She was deflected by his arm and his other hand sent her staggering back to crumple on the ground. She pulled herself into a crouch as he approached. “Perhaps the brat needs to be taught a lesson.”
Her foot narrowly missed his face as she attacked. The flurry of kicks and punches exchanged held everyone’s attention.
“No wonder they couldn’t beat you... “ His eyes gleamed with something else as he waited for an opening. It was over quick as his hand connected solidly with the back of her head. “But, I’m different.”
She fell. Her face almost hitting the floor before his hand caught a handful of her hair to pull her up. He pulled both her hands above her head with an iron grip. “Now then. Lets get down to business.”
“I’m merely a businessman. I’m not selling you people for fun here.”
“Could’ve fooled me....” Came a barely audible croak.
He ignored her. “Therefore, if you pay an amount equal to this place’s value, I won’t come here anymore. Of course, I’ll make sure the other dealers agree.”
“Bullshit! As if you’d honor that agreement?!” She shouted, struggling from her position and failing.
“Like I said. I’m a businessman. In these times, there is no one more credible than businessmen. If you’re willing to pay, this place is yours. Any that come here afterwards, are considered thieves.”
“What will you choose?”
“But money...”
“If you have something of equal value, it doesn’t have to be money.”
“Eh?”
“Something, such as... you.”
“What do you mean?!” Elise stepped forward for the first time. Her body shook with fear and rage.
“Exactly what I said. If she comes with me, I’ll leave this place alone.”
“Stop messing around! That’s clearly a lie! Anya don’t!!” A man caught hold of Elise before she could rush to Anya’s aid.
“Really?” Anya’s voice was pained. “If I come with you... You promise to leave this place alone?”
“I promise.” He took his hand off of Anya, pulling a lighter out to light his cigarette.
“Alright.” Her shoulders sagged and her chin dropped.
He replaced the lighter and pulled from his jacket a small vial on a chain. Popping open the lid, he pressed his finger against the embedded needle inside, filling the vial with a few droplets of his blood. The DNA signature registered quickly, the blood preserved inside forming a unique identifier.
He moved towards to Elise, far faster than she stumbled backwards, placing the vial and chain in her hand. “If other dealers come, show this to them. They wouldn't dare touch you.”
“I don’t ne--” Elise sobbed, her hand raised to shatter the vial on the ground, only to be caught by his hand.
“You should keep it.” He spoke quietly. Almost as if he cared. “Don’t let her efforts go to waste.”
He released her hand, turning on his heel to leave as she dropped to her knees in tears, tossing behind him the single line, “Asians are very expensive, you know.”
“You...” The client was too dignified to fill in the foul words that came to his mind, but they flicked descriptively across his features had any chose to watch him.
The two men were from very different walks of life. The client in his black suit and tie stood out in the dingy room. The tiles that still existed were cracked, the table chipped and creaky, even the armchair the man sat upon was losing it's stuffing as springs protruded from the sides.
A slight motion from the armchair and his men dragged the girl forward, with no amount of struggle despite the chains that held her down. His hand tilted her chin upwards, giving his client a full view of her clean features and the startling black eyes that offered a glare that could peel paint. The white pristine cloth stood between his fingers and her skin, as if to avoid dirtying a product before the transaction.
He treated her like merchandise.
“No make up, no whitening. It’s all natural. She’s a top grade product. You can’t deny it. Plus, she’s a solid fighter. I guarantee with proper use, she’s got plenty of room to improve. Now. If you want it...”
He didn’t need to finish. The second brief case clacked against the first, knocking the lid close with a click as the second case opened to display the neat array of liquid energy cores inside - enough to provide them power in this wasteland for a long time....
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The roundhouse connected solidly with his lower jaw and the follow through sent him flying. He wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.... if at all. His partner that came with him rushed to his aid, keeping a wary eye on the Asian that had so successfully taken his friend out of commission.
“Brat!!” He screamed his rage, fumbling for a moment before he pulled free his pistol. It was a last resort. Boss wanted them alive. “Don’t fucking underestimate me!”
She was moving already. Before he had time to squeeze the trigger, she was on him. The pistol discharged as he screamed again, this time in pain. His arm was bent at a 90 degree angle - the wrong way.
“Go back and tell your boss. Don’t come back here again.” She spoke ominously, just loud enough for them to hear, as the pair struggled to leave. She stood before the dilapidated buildings as the younger ones peered out from crumbling walls. Only after she was certain that the snatchers wouldn’t come back did she return to her charges amid the cheers of her victory.
“Anya.... thank you. We’ve always relied so much on you... if only we could help you fight...” A woman walked out to greet her.
“It’s okay. You all take care of me. It’s the least I can do to protect everyone Elise.”
“But those guys.... won’t learn.” Elise murmured as she stared into the distance where the pair had disappeared.
“Why... Who are they?” Anya’s eyes followed the gaze.
“Black market dealers. Since this settlement is mostly comprised of unarmed women and children, dealers come here to … replenish their stores...”
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“That’s a joke right?” He scoffed, “This is one of the most important places for gathering inventory. Without it, we’d go out of business.”
“Your business is none of our concern, neither are we your products. Get out.” Anya answered firmly. She stood as the first and last defense for the ones behind her.
“Conceited brat.” He spat the words out venomously. “You boys are seriously worthless. Losing to this brat to come crawling back to me?”
“Sorry...” The men behind him grimaced.
“No matter. Go pick up a few top quality products.”
The man bold enough to grab the nearest child was greeted with surprise. Anya was upon him immediately.
Her fist nearly connected.
“Don’t interfere with my business.” He growled. She was deflected by his arm and his other hand sent her staggering back to crumple on the ground. She pulled herself into a crouch as he approached. “Perhaps the brat needs to be taught a lesson.”
Her foot narrowly missed his face as she attacked. The flurry of kicks and punches exchanged held everyone’s attention.
“No wonder they couldn’t beat you... “ His eyes gleamed with something else as he waited for an opening. It was over quick as his hand connected solidly with the back of her head. “But, I’m different.”
She fell. Her face almost hitting the floor before his hand caught a handful of her hair to pull her up. He pulled both her hands above her head with an iron grip. “Now then. Lets get down to business.”
“I’m merely a businessman. I’m not selling you people for fun here.”
“Could’ve fooled me....” Came a barely audible croak.
He ignored her. “Therefore, if you pay an amount equal to this place’s value, I won’t come here anymore. Of course, I’ll make sure the other dealers agree.”
“Bullshit! As if you’d honor that agreement?!” She shouted, struggling from her position and failing.
“Like I said. I’m a businessman. In these times, there is no one more credible than businessmen. If you’re willing to pay, this place is yours. Any that come here afterwards, are considered thieves.”
“What will you choose?”
“But money...”
“If you have something of equal value, it doesn’t have to be money.”
“Eh?”
“Something, such as... you.”
“What do you mean?!” Elise stepped forward for the first time. Her body shook with fear and rage.
“Exactly what I said. If she comes with me, I’ll leave this place alone.”
“Stop messing around! That’s clearly a lie! Anya don’t!!” A man caught hold of Elise before she could rush to Anya’s aid.
“Really?” Anya’s voice was pained. “If I come with you... You promise to leave this place alone?”
“I promise.” He took his hand off of Anya, pulling a lighter out to light his cigarette.
“Alright.” Her shoulders sagged and her chin dropped.
He replaced the lighter and pulled from his jacket a small vial on a chain. Popping open the lid, he pressed his finger against the embedded needle inside, filling the vial with a few droplets of his blood. The DNA signature registered quickly, the blood preserved inside forming a unique identifier.
He moved towards to Elise, far faster than she stumbled backwards, placing the vial and chain in her hand. “If other dealers come, show this to them. They wouldn't dare touch you.”
“I don’t ne--” Elise sobbed, her hand raised to shatter the vial on the ground, only to be caught by his hand.
“You should keep it.” He spoke quietly. Almost as if he cared. “Don’t let her efforts go to waste.”
He released her hand, turning on his heel to leave as she dropped to her knees in tears, tossing behind him the single line, “Asians are very expensive, you know.”
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