Human Pets (Closed)

[Browneyed_girl]

Ellana Ulrich slapped down the morning newspaper causing all fourteen committee members of the HP Initiative gathered round the long mahogany table to stir uneasily in their padded seats. A nervous silence filled the room as each member glanced from one to the other, none daring to make eye contact.

“Would anyone care to explain this to me?” Ellana asked, indicating the bold headline at the top of the front page. Her voice was soft and smooth. Her face with its hazel eyes, sculpted cheek bones, and pronounced red lips was a calm façade. No one answered, and the silence grew.

With her tawny colored hair flowing about her shoulders and the sharp gleam in her eyes, Ellana resembled a lioness about to pounce as she leaned forward and tapped one blood red fingernail against the paper lying there. “This is enough.” Each word was clipped and carried the weight of a half ton truck. “I am done playing games, ladies and gentlemen. HP has proven its worth and importance to our society, and it will not be derailed by some pompous moral braggart. As the committee has failed to silence our dear contender in the courts, I have decided to approach the matter with a more delicate and personal touch. I’m afraid it will require my absence for a period of time, though I doubt for long.” Ellana’s lips twitched upwards in a cat like smile. “Still, if you need to reach me, you may do so through the usual contacts. Don’t bother with my cell. There is no reception in the kennels.”

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy's head was pounding as he came to, groggy as hell. Where was he. He was suddenly jostled, hard, and realized with a terrified start that he was bound, gagged, and there was a hood over his head. He was lying on his side. Clearly in a moving vehicle of some sort. A van? The floor was hard beneath him. His arms were fastened together behind his back, and his ankles were bound together as well. Was he hog-tied?

His mouth was stuffed full of something, and he could feel something wrapped around his head, holding it in place. He tried to scream and it was just muffled and useless, and coughing made it worse.

What the fuck had happened to him?

Last night's events slowly came back to him, through his drugged daze...

The bar had been packed, as usual. College students, a party bar. There had been drinks, sure, but Tommy wasn't one to party that hard. He just enjoyed a few.

Twins.

Jesus, the twins.

Twin girls had come up to him, flirting with him all night long. He couldn't believe his luck. Why they had chosen him, he had had no idea at the time. But they were coming on to him, hard.

He remembered stepping outside with them, leaving with them, promises of a night of sexual deviancy, when he had started to get dizzy, feel ill... Blacked out.

And now here he was.

He trembled in fear.

 

[Browneyed_girl]

Two pairs of twin color green eyes watched the approach of the nondescript box truck pull up around the circular drive and park in front of the sweeping stone stairs. Two men, clean cut and with obvious muscle, climbed out of the cab of the truck, walking around to the back to shove open the door. A third man in a dark grey suit came swooping out the front door to join them as the men wrestled their cargo out of the back.

"Where does she want 'im?" One of the men hollered as he hoisted the upper body of what was obviously a man up over his shoulder, fireman style.

The suited man gave an answer to quiet to hear but his arm gestures indicated somewhere below. With a nod and a jarring adjustment of his hold on the body, the man started up the steps and disappeared from view followed by the suited man, leaving his companion to close up the truck.

"Who is he? What do you want him for?" One pair of eyes turned to the other. The speaker was a girl both tall and slender. She wore a sparkling gold dress that clung to her slight frame and stopped mid thigh. Her make up was smudged, and she had the tired appearance of one who had partied too hard and long the night before.

Her sister in contrast appeared bright and fresh as if just now preparing to go out. Her body, the mirror of her sister's though a bit more indulged, was more pleasingly rounded in all the right places. She hardly needed the tasteful design of her little black dress meant to tantalize and arouse. Her blood red nails picked an imaginary piece of lint from the dress as she turned from the window.

"He's to be our new trainee," Ellana told her sister, not sparing her a glance as she crossed the room. "He has all the markings of an excellent pet. I think he'll be just what we need, especially when our initiative is finally passed." She turned the knob and opened the door to leave. "Oh," she stopped and turned to look back at her sister. "Thank you for your help, Hanna, dear. You know we always make the best pair. I couldn't do it without you."

Hanna stared at her sister, her nearly twin image though born four months apart from separate mothers. Uncanny people called it. Convenient Ellana called it. Cursed that was what Hanna called it. She said nothing. She had no response for the mocking words that wouldn't land her in trouble. So, the two simply stared at each other for a moment before Ellana whisked on out of the room.

Hanna turned back to the window just as the box truck trundled out of the drive. Her stomach gave a painful squeeze as she tried not to consider where the man was taken and where her sister was no doubt heading. If her eyes had not been wrung dry sometime ago, Hanna might have shed a tear for what she feared would be his fate.