"A Father's Debt, A Daughter's Duty" (closed)

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"A Father's Debt, A Daughter's Duty"

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"She's here."

Marcus Taylor looked up from the rare first edition copy of Moby Dick that he'd been reading over the last couple of hours to find one of his goons gesturing out the window toward the sidewalk leading up to the suburban home. He looked to a second goon, then to the unconscious man sitting in a dining room chair, his ankles bound to the seat's legs, his arms bound together behind his back.

"Wake him up," Marcus said, setting the book aside and finishing the last of the Cabernet Sauvignon from which he'd been sipping during the discussion they'd been having with the bound man. "We wouldn't want his daughter to mistakenly think we'd killed him, would we?"

The second goon slapped the man's face a couple of times, snapping him back to consciousness. There was drying blood below one nostril that had curled around the outside of the man's mouth; a cut in the man's lower lip and one hidden in the thick hair of one eye brow were still continuing to leak out blood as well.

The home's front door opened and closed, and a moment later the young woman called out to see if her father was home. The surprise in her face when she saw three strange men and then saw her bound and beaten father didn't surprise Marcus in the least.

Without rising -- and while casually pouring another glass of wine -- Marcus said to the young woman, "We need to discuss your father's rather large and very overdue debt, young lady. Why don't you take a seat."

Suddenly, a third and very large goon who'd been out of sight in the shadows took hold of the woman by her upper arms and -- almost lifting her from her feet -- moved her forward with ease to a second chair provided by yet another goon. The big man plopped her down and continued to hold her tightly, preventing her from standing or wriggling away or anything else that might come to her mind. If she screamed, she'd find a gag stuffed in her mouth; Marcus hoped she wouldn't scream, as loud people were his greatest pet peeve.

"Your father owes my employer a bit of money," Marcus began in a casual voice. "One hundred and thirty-five thousand dollars, if my calculations are correct."

Marcus studied the woman a moment, listening to but essentially ignoring her response if she made one at all. He looked to the woman's father; the man was sobbing softly as he looked to his daughter, knowing that he had not only failed her but put her in danger as well. Marcus glanced to one of the goons, who without hesitation punched the bound man in the face again; a splatter of blood and saliva splashed upon the young woman.

"Your father is unable to fulfill his duty by paying his debt to my employer," Marcus continued, unaffected by anything that might be taking place between the woman and her father. "So, that debt and that duty fall to you now."

Suddenly, the goon who'd been holding her pulled her head back stuck her in the neck with a needle. Seconds later, she was unconscious...

...and when she awoke, she was laying in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar bedroom … in little more than her panties and bra...

...and Marcus was sitting in a nearby chair, once again reading Moby Dick.