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« Last post by chilly658 on March 21, 2012, 02:43:06 pm »

3
The Thames Estuary Monday 17th January 2011

The Indigo Cargo ship was built in 1996 and was one of the largest cargo vessels in existence weighing 93,750 Tonnes and boasted a beam, or width of 140 feet, and a length of 1,099 feet which enabled her to hide many, many secrets.

Her upper decks were laden with 40 feet steel containers stacked five high which were full to the brim with trade exports bound for France, Spain, Portugal and then onto Italy, Greece and Turkey before heading to Madagascar, Indonesia, Malaysia and then Australia, generally taking her between 72 and 90 days depending on weather conditions, customs and of course off shore leave for the crew which was always taken in some of the warmer climates.

She had departed from a dock near Cubit Wharf in the docklands area of London after a routine inspection by London's River police accompanied by Customs and excise, and inspection which had taken three and a half hours due to the size of the ship and eventually everything was found to be in perfect order because her Spanish Captain, Luis Santana was a meticulous man in his mid fifties who was a round man with an almost completely bald head and what hair he had left was thinning.

Captain Santana had been on board ships for his entire working life, at first with the Spanish navy and then into the lucrative shipping industry after twenty years of service and he ensured that the Indigo passed every inspection with flying colours, partly due to the fact that he was very well informed too.

Three hours after that routine inspection had been completed the Indigo floated down river in an east bound direction and dropped her Anchors again just eighteen hundred metres from where she had just left so that her highly illegal 'Ganado' could be loaded on board. Livestock. And after La Ganado had been loaded she really was full, her true cargo quota was now completed.

The hold of the ship which was strictly out of bounds to the crew which was unheard of before the Indigo was put into service was lined with no less than two hundred and sixteen cages measuring three feet by four feet and were three feet tall.

There were nine of these cages in each column and there were twenty four columns which ran almost the entire length of the cargo hold with a second tier of cages on top of them.

The hold had been disguised well because all of these cages had straw laid onto their floors and there was a distinct stench of animal faeces mixed with an equally strong scent of bleach so that it seemed to an inspecting officer that the animals would be stored and transported inside these cages which were currently empty as the livestock wasn't to be loaded until Madagascar, so in the hold everything seemed as it was supposed to and passed the inspection very quickly as nobody really wanted to spend longer down there with the mixed aromas than was absolutely necessary and the hold was of course empty.

Empty until she had floated eastward for eighteen hundred metres which took her thirteen minutes.

The livestock had been prepared and took just twenty three minutes to load in it's entirety and the Indigo was well within the time tolerances for high tide so that she could at last make her way through the Thames and into the Thames Estuary where she once again dropped Anchor and waited for the hight tide at Normandy in southern France.

Miguel Sanchez was on the upper deck playing cards with three of the crew members, something he did often as a way of passing the time on during the longer voyages and everybody on board liked him, Miguel unlike his wife wasn't sadistic by nature, he viewed La Ganado as profit and this was how he made his living, he didn't consider them as people, they were articles for sale and he was just the seller of people who were no longer people, he once tried to explain to his wife who for obvious reasons had a different opinion.

Theresa Sanchez had no interest in gambling or the crew and spent most of her time down in the hold until they reached dock and dry land where Miguel would always take her out to dinner.

She was dressed in a green British army surplus store shirt with knee length paler green shorts, her usual desert style boots with beige socks and her long jet black hair was as always pulled into a long pony tail from higher than usual at the back of her head.

She strolled through the aisles of the cages studying her prisoners, all of whom were completely unconscious thanks to the white paper masks that each and every one of them wore, doused with chloroform of course to keep them compliant but one would be lucky, a girl and the purpose of Theresa's stroll was to choose the unlucky recipient of her favour.

Her dark brown eyes studied many of the young women intently and after viewing all two hundred and sixteen cages she had short listed her victim down to five.

Eventually she chose a young girl who until now had been living on the streets of London, just like many of the other occupants of the cages and London had four thousand and six hundred more before the trafficking ring would move onto Liverpool and began trading the homeless there.

The young woman laying on top of the straw inside one of the lower cages was around twenty years of age with unwashed auburn shoulder length hair and she was wearing a dirty pale green t shirt with an equally dirty black leather jacket and also black denim jeans which in any other circumstance would need a good wash too, but now they didn't because her future didn't require clothing of any kind of course.

Theresa's dark brown eyes stared down at the sleeping girl, it was going to be her.

But not yet because in eight hours the Indigo would drop anchor just off the coast of Normandy where Miguel would be taking her ashore for some sight seeing before they moved on to Spain and then Italy, that was when Theresa would rouse this girl from her sleep and torment her relentlessly, telling her tales of the abuse which awaited her arrival.

Theresa strolled to the end of the Aisle and removed from the wall of the ship some lengths of her favoured red rope which was actually quite soft unlike nylon, Theresa preferred her victims to have a little comfort as this encouraged them to try to free themselves without the burns and they could never free themselves, she had learned her sadistic trade well but enjoyed the sight of them trying.

Theresa picked up the key bunch which held labelled keys to each and every cage in this particular aisle and once she had reached the cage in question once again she unlocked the padlock and opened the cage door where she climbed in with the girl.

She rolled the young auburn haired woman onto her front, making sure that her paper mask remained attached to her face and then pulled her arms back behind her where she tied the girl's crossed wrists whilst quietly singing a tune to herself under her breath.

Now Theresa proceeded to tie just above the girl's elbows and pulled tightly just so that the young woman would suffer considerable discomfort once she had been roused from her sleep and then she tied together her ankled very tightly and again just above the knees.

Theresa now rolled her over onto her back and was laying there looking down at the girl's closed eyes and still quietly singing her song to herself and then she studied her still dressed body and saw that she had already urinated in her clothes, but that was the real purpose of the straw, it mattered no to Theresa.

Theresa brushed the girls hair gently off her face. "vamos a tener nuestra diversion en aguas espanolas." She whispered down to the unconscious girl with a fake caring smile. "We will have our fun in Spanish waters."

Eventually Theresa climbed out of the cage and after she had again closed the door she re locked the large brass padlock and then returned the keys to the hook at the end of the aisle.

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« Last post by chilly658 on March 21, 2012, 02:41:06 pm »

2
Thursday April 16th 2009, Docklands area, East London

Over three years earlier...

It had just gone twenty minutes past four on a rainy afternoon in London's docklands area and inside number twenty seven Lourdes Avenue a single figure, a woman dressed in a red shiny skin tight leather cat suit and thigh length black patent leather boots with a six inch heel which tapped loudly, strolled through the tiled hallway of the house toward the kitchen, her incredibly tight outfit 'creaking' and 'squeaking' with each and every movement.

Her jet black hair was up in a ponytail high at the back of her head and her make up had been very heavily applied, accentuating her dark brown and almost hypnotic eyes, her heavily painted red lips slightly parted as she placed the long black leather riding crop onto the kitchen table and then sat down where she unfastened the long black mane at the back of her head to reveal her real, shoulder length black hair. "A cup of tea would go down really nicely right now April." She said as she shook her hear so that it now fell naturally.

The woman sitting at the kitchen table in skin tight red leather was thirty one year old Carmen Richardson, a high class prostitute who also owned the house at Lourdes avenue.

Carmen picked up a hand held mirror and begin to pull away the long black false eyelashes as she stared and at that moment the door at the opposite end of the spacious kitchen where Carmen had just entered swung open and a second woman, quite a bit younger than Carmen walked inside and went through the same procedure.

The young woman in the skin tight black rubber mini dress with knee length patent leather boots with shiny silver buckles running up the outsides, placed her long black leather riding crop onto the table and then removed her own long black ponytail and placed it next to the crop on the table before she too sat down and gave her dark hair a good shake. "How did he do this time?" Carmen enquired as she stared into the hand mirror, still removing her false long eye lashes.

The twenty six year old Jade Harris picked up her own hand mirror and began to remove her false lashes too. "Sixteen minutes precisely." She told Carmen who giggled as she continued to concentrate on the job at hand. "He pays five hundred and fifty pounds for an hour and never makes it to twenty minutes!" Carmen said and giggled again and Jade nodded. "He's getting quicker if anything." She replied as she peeled a long black fake eyelash off in one single movement.

Carmen watched her friend now. "How do you do that?" She asked. "Mine come away in four thousand pieces and you still manage to take them off in one." She told Jade who laughed. "Maybe you're just heavy handed Car." She answered as she removed the second one in a single movement too.

Just then a third woman walked into the room, she was a little plump, wearing a thick white chunky woollen pullover and faded blue denim jeans and she walked straight over to the kitchen work surface and switched on the kettle. "Who wants tea?" She asked and both women sitting at the table replied affirmatively.

After a few minutes April Glover sat down at the table with the two prostitutes where they all enjoyed a cup of tea at the end of their working day and April turned to Jade. "How long did winkie William last this time?" She enquired. "Sixteen minutes." Answered Jade to another giggle from Carmen.

April pondered. "Isn't that a new record?" She asked and Jade nodded as she continued to stare into her hand mirror and remove her heavily applied make up.

April Glover was the same age as Carmen, thirty one, they had known each other since school and had remained best friends ever since.

She had long auburn curly hair which tumbled down over her shoulders, She was five feet six inches tall and generally wore her three quarter length black leather coat with everything. "I paid the water, gas and electricity bills today." She told Carmen who nodded as she removed the last obliterated piece or fake eyelash. "Thanks sugar." Carmen replied and continued with her make up removal as April now started to count the days takings.

Just then there was a knock at the front door and April dropped the huge wad of cash back down onto the table. "Blast, I lost count." She said and then looked to Jade and then Carmen. "Shall I get that then?" She asked and Carmen's deep red shiny lips grinned. "That's the general idea, you are the maid after all." She giggled as she reminded her best friend. "You tag em and we bag em." Jade added with a giggle of her own.

April stood up and walked out to the front door. "I hope it's the Jehovah's again, she loves them." Carmen said with a snigger in her tone and Jade laughed. "You'll soon know by the thumping sound." She replied as they both continued with the removal of make up while April's muffled voice could be heard out at the front door talking to a man.

When April eventually returned to the kitchen she sat back down at the table and started to count the vast amount of cash once again. "Who was at the door?" Jade asked her and April looked over at Jade and dropped the cash again as she had once again lost count. "Do you think I might have five minutes to count out your wages young lady?" She asked and Jade smirked as she wiped her face with a small cotton ball.

April began to count again. "But who was at the door?" Carmen asked this time, and once again April dropped the cash. "Neither of you are going to get paid at this rate!" April said as she looked directly at Carmen and then to Jade. "It was another estate agent asking if we wanted to sell the house." She told them both. "Ok?" She asked and received no reply so she picked up the cash once again and began counting.

Carmen looked over to Jade with a grin and gave her a sly wink of her eye. "What did you tell them?" She asked April who stopped counting and glared over at her. "Can you count cash and talk about something else at the same time?" She asked and Carmen grinned at her. "I don't need to, I have you for that." She said with a laugh and Jade couldn't help it, she laughed too.

April looked at Jade and then at Carmen. "You two think you're funny, don't you?" She asked and the both nodded, both grinning and so April placed one twenty pound note in front of Carmen and one twenty pound note in front of Jade. "Don't spend it all at once!" She told them both.

At some point later, April did inform them both that the man was from Stevens and Simpson properties and she had informed him that other estate agents had already enquired about the house which was definitely not for sale.

He had told April that his company were very keen to buy up the land in the area and most houses had already been bought around the area, something that April was more than aware of.

The three women had this conversation in the past and all agreed that they liked working here and that Carmen shouldn't sell it and as it was a joint decision in her eyes, no more was ever said about it apart from when April confronted potential buyers at the front door. "Please read the letter that we sent you last week Ms Richardson." He told April before he left, she hadn't told him that she wasn't in fact Carmen Richardson.

Eventually Jade was given her five hundred pounds wages in cash for the day and left the house to go home to her own flat in Pimlico while Carmen went home to her flat near Euston railway station and April went home to Potters bar, none of them lived at the house in the docklands, it was a building strictly for working purposes only.

Just under a week later, after work and before they all went to their own homes they decided to stop off at the local Cafe which was just around the corner from Lourdes avenue because Carmen had something that she wanted to say to them both. "I found the letter from Stevens and Simpson properties and they're a huge outfit." Carmen told them both. "And here's what has me thinking." She continued to explain. "The letter we received from them is a hand written one from the CEO himself." Carmen added.

Jade looked to April. "The big guy at the top." She told her and April nodded. "Thanks." She replied, blissfully ignorant. "I've been invited to his personal office in Kensington on Tuesday next week." Carmen added.

Jade shrugged her shoulders. "Go and see him, what have you got to lose?" She asked and April agreed with Jade. "The worst that can happen is that you fall head over heels in love with Mr big shot." She giggled.

They all agreed that on Tuesday Carmen ought to go to Kensington just to see what they were willing to offer her for the house.

It was just after ten in the morning on Tuesday the twenty eighth of April of 2009, April was sitting in the kitchen reading the daily newspaper while Jade Harris was upstairs with a new client, Carmen had gone to Kensington to meet with Mr big shot, as April referred to him.

The kitchen door opened and Jade walked in wearing a straight bright red shoulder length wig, long bright pink eye lashes, a see through pink baby doll nightie with a shocking pink bran and panties set underneath complete with pink stockings and suspenders, even the slippers on her feet with bright pink with a pink fluffy ball on top of the toes and she was holding a bright pink feather duster.

April looked up at Jade. "Wow!" She commented and Jade ignored her. "You look, what's the word I'm searching for?" April asked as Jade sat down at the table and sipped on the tea which April had already made for her. "I look like tinkie bloody winkie!" She replied and April sniggered.

Jade frowned as she looked at April. "He's supposed to be wearing this!" She told April who's mouth opened but she didn't know what to say at first but eventually found the question. "So why are you?" She asked and Jade waved her hand. "Long story."

A couple of minutes later, Carmen walked in through the front door and sat down at the kitchen table but said nothing at first. "How did it goe with Mr big shot?" April enquired as she sipped at her tea again.

Carmen nodded. "I couldn't remember the way back here." She told April who checked her forehead. "Did you bump your head?" She asked but Carmen shook her head and then looked to Jade. "Who the hell dressed you this morning?" She asked and Jade slumped onto the table.

Carmen was looking very professional in a dark pin striped suit jacket with a matching tight knee length pencil skirt with seamed stockings and black patent leather court shoes with a small heel, her black hair had been cut into a straight shoulder length bob.

Now Carmen looked at Jade again. "You look like miss piggy." She told the younger woman as she returned her attention to April. "We sat down in his huge office, drank posh coffee, and he came straight out with it and offered me four point six million pounds." She told April and then smiled at Jade who sat upright again. "How much?" She asked and so Carmen repeated the amount. "They need this house in particular to make way for a through road." She told them both.

Jade stared at Carmen. "Y...You said yes, right?" She asked Carmen who slowly nodded her head. "Actually I got him up to four point nine mill." She told Jade.

April had been sitting there the entire time staring at Carmen with her mouth open and Carmen pointed a finger at her. "She died, look." She said and watched April, waiting for her to blink, which she eventually did.

April closed her mouth. "You said yes, right?" April asked, exactly the same question as Jade had asked earlier and Carmen nodded. "Twice now." She confirmed, a sarcastic response which went way beyond April.

Carmen now looked to Jade again. "Are you supposed to be Barbie or something?" She asked and Jade shook her head. "He's supposed to have worn this." She told Carmen who nodded and then looked back. "Then why..." And Jade waved her hand again. "Long story!"

There was a long pause of silence in the kitchen now before suddenly all three women jumped up and began screaming while dancing around the kitchen which continued for a good ten minutes before April sat down completely out of breath. "I need a smoke!" She said as she lit up at the kitchen table.

Eventually Jade and Carmen calmed down and joined her ten minutes later and all began to talk about what the future could possibly hold with five million pounds. "Four point nine!" Carmen pointed out to Jade. "It'll be five by next week if we don't let you near a shop!" Jade giggled.

Jade had been sitting in the kitchen for just over two hours when all three of them looked up to the ceiling at the 'thudding' sounds coming from upstairs.

Jade placed her hand over her mouth. "Oh **** I really ought to untie him!" She said as she ran up the stairs. "And there goes the pink peril!" Carmen sniggered.

Carmen turned to April. "Why is she dressed like that instead of him?" She enquired and April waved her hand. "Long story!" She said and they both giggled.

Nobody had seen a single client in the house for over six weeks due to Carmen's windfall and that they had to clear the house of many items that might stir some interest when it no longer belonged to the Carmen.

One Thursday afternoon the three of them were sitting in the same Cafe where they had before because Carmen had something that she wanted to say and both Jade and April had already guessed the obvious. "I guess it's obvious that I'm finished with the game." She told them both, April nodded her head but Jade faked a look of shock. "Really?" She teased.

Carmen handed a cheque written out in April's name for ?100,000. "That's for you." She told her long term friend and then passed one over to Jade for the same amount and without even looking at it the younger woman slid it back across the table. "It was your house Carmen, it's your money and I'm not in the habit of scrounging." Jade told her which made Carmen smile.

She knew that this was going to be a difficult task, one of the things that she loved about Jade was her hard working morals to get whatever she wanted and not take from anybody. "Jade it was our house." She said as she passed it back across the table and then winked at Jade. "You either take it or I just put the money into your account." Carmen told her with a grin.

Jade looked at the cheque. "A hundred grand you tight cow?" She asked with a beaming grin on her own face now.

April was staring at her. "You're a dopey cow, you just tried to give it back!"

This was Carmen Jade and April in their every day life, they always laughed with and at each other, nothing had changed because of Carmen's new found vast wealth.

It was Jade who Carmen turned to. "I don't want you carrying on in the game without me." She told her and Jade shook her head in agreement. "I'd already decided that if you're quitting which you obviously were going to, so was I." Jade assured her. "I have some new ideas." She added which raised Carmen's eyebrows. "Go on." She urged Jade.

Jade put her cup of tea down onto the table. "I was thinking about a shop, selling clothes." She revealed. "It's been something I've always wanted to do and I have some good ideas for it." She told Carmen who remembered, they had discussed this a few times in the past.

Now Jade looked to Carmen. "Have you got any plans?" She asked and Carmen nodded. "And don't laugh until you hear all of it." She told Jade before she revealed her own plans for the future. "Property development." Carmen told them both now.

Both Jade and April looked surprised. "You know as much about property development as I do and I don't even know what it means." April pointed out which brought a smile to Carmen's face as she reached into her brand new black leather hand bag and took out her little black book which was full of council officials, magistrates, Solicitors and Barristers, two high court judges, a deputy chief of police, council officials and two property developers. "You're right, but these know everything between them." She told April.

April grinned now. "You sneaky cow." She told Carmen who now returned her attention to Jade. "Will you come and work for me for a little while?" She asked and Jade shrugged and laughed at the same time. "Sure, but I know as much as she knows about property development." She also reminded Carmen. "And she doesn't even know what it means!"

Carmen nodded her head with a playful grin still evident. "I need you, especially in the beginning of this project because you have certain qualities that I don't know anybody else has." Carmen told her as Jade picked up her cup of tea and sipped it. "Such as?" She asked and Carmen's grin broadened. "You could charm the knickers off a nun!" Carmen told her and Jade almost spat out her tea as Carmen gave her another wink of her eye.

Carmen looked at Jade and then April. "Don't you just love reinvention?" She asked and April nodded. ?I might if I knew what it was.? She told Carmen with a confused look.

On Thursday July 9th 2009 C.R. Properties was established and began trading and in December of 2011 C.R. Properties had amassed as staggering ?157 Million, Carmen Richardson had become one of the wealthiest women in the country, not completely but definitely largely due to her little black book..

In the September of the same yes 2011, Carmen had bought out a chain of shops which she immediately closed down because it was in fact only the properties that she was interested in, Carmen had inside information as always of which run down areas were due to be targeted for regeneration thanks to the pages of her contact book.

One of those particular shops was ideal for somebody else and when Carmen showed Jade the empty shop on New Kent Road in north Lambeth which had a flat on top of it, Jade fell in love with it and began her own adventure Which she called 'Jasmine Fashion' and before long the name was at the front of her shop which she had redecorated inside herself and also the flat upstairs, Jade Harris had new found total independence.

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« Last post by chilly658 on March 21, 2012, 02:35:30 pm »

85 Levels of Deception

Very rarely are things exactly as they appear to be,
The mind sees what the mind chooses to see....

1
Indonesia, Saturday July 23rd 2012

The battered old green military truck kicked up a cloud of dust as it sped around the dirt track roads of the Indonesian island and it's dusty green canvas roofed back danced from side to side in tune to each and every bump that the wheels found on the dusty and uneven road.

Although the truck was heading toward a secret Indonesian army base it was not from this country, it had earlier that day disembarked from the Australian cargo vessel The Indigo which was now docked at the southern port of Binamu for the next five days.

The truck, like it's owner was from Spain, Miguel Sanchez was from the small town of Soria, west of Saragossa and north east of the city of Madrid.

Miguel was thirty nine years of age and stood at five feet eight inches in height with a head of full black Spanish hair which was greasy, and he sported a thick black bushy moustache above his top lip.

Miguel wiped beads of sweat from his brow as the mid day Indonesian Sun baked the rusty pale green cab of his truck, it had been the hottest Indonesian summer for seventy years.

He was not a well built man but managed his truck expertly around the twists and turns of the dirt track roads on this perilous mountainous trip, a trip he had made a hundred times before today.

Around thirty five minutes ago the truck had passed through the small town of Pasangkaju on the eastern coastal road of the island so Miguel knew that they were close but the road for this last twenty minutes was by far the most dangerous, one of the reasons that the undisclosed army barracks was situated in Banawa was because it was so difficult to get to and therefore just as difficult to overrun, but it's main purpose was to defend the city port of Palu just north east of the barracks if Malaysia ever did decide to invade and Palu would be the first target without a doubt.

The two countries had been at a stand to for two decades now and the Indonesian army was on a permanent state of red alert.

Miguel Sanchez peered through the bug smeared windscreen and concentrated on the dust climb ahead of him but suddenly his front right wheel found a large boulder at the side of the road which sent the truck skidding across to top of a high ridge and Miguel almost lost his truck and his cargo but managed to correct the wheels and the truck began to travel on it's correct route.

There were three heavy thuds now coming from the back of the truck, a fist thumping on the back of his dusty green cab. "Miguel tener cuidado idiota!" A muffled woman's voice could be heard. "Miguel be careful you idiot!"

In the back of the truck beneath the dancing canvas roofed shelter Theresa Sanchez, Miguel's thirty five year old wife sat back down on the wooden bench which thankfully for her was bolted down onto the steel floor and it was the second time that he had almost killed her today.

She slid across the wooden seat on her backside and pulled the canvas flap see see if she could determine roughly where they were on the island as she too had been here many times before and the terrain was familiar to her.

Theresa Sanchez was a plump woman who stood at five feet and six inches tall with a main of jet black hair tied back into a tight pony tail high at the back of her head.

She was wearing a khaki short sleeved military style shirt with the top three buttons unfastened with a dirty black vest underneath, knee length green cotton shorts and her faithful beige desert style boots with equally dirty white socks visible at the tops.

She released the flap which returned the back of the truck to it's relatively shaded condition and then slid back across the seat to where she had been sitting prior to her husband almost throwing her from the truck thanks to the rock in the road.

Once she had recomposed herself Theresa looked down on the floor to the cargo that she and her husband were transporting to the barracks in Banawa. 'La Ganado' She called them with no emotion. 'The Livestock.'

Laying on the steel floor of the truck were three women all with blonde hair and all of them had their hands tightly tied behind their backs with red rope and tied also just above the knees and again by their ankles tied very tightly together.

Two of the bound women were unconscious, wearing dirty white paper masks which had been doused with Chloroform to keep them completely sedated for the trip but one, the closest to Theresa had her mask removed prior to the beginning of this trip from The Indigo in the southern port and the mask had been replaced with a strip of silver coloured extra strong duct tape, but she was conscious and looking up at Theresa Sanchez with utter disdain.

Early that morning Theresa had been standing in front of the large black steel cage where the three women had been kept in the same unconscious state since leaving the UK sixty one days ago but she, Theresa Sanchez had a streak of sadism inside of her and often roused one of her captives for long journeys, to taunt on the drive to their final destination and she had chosen this woman for this trip and had removed her mask and replaced it with the duct tape before she had finally woken.
And now Theresa had been having her fun, satisfying her own sadistic needs and the blonde woman was completely helpless, all she could do was hear what Theresa graphically described would happen to her and her two sleeping travelling companions when they arrived at Banawa.

The blonde woman had no idea which country Banawa was in, she had already figured out that they were no longer in or anywhere near the UK because the last thing she remembered England was that it was cloudy and she had been pruning her prize rose bushes in the garden and yet here it was stifling hot and very dusty.

She looked down to see that she was still wearing the same beige shorts, black T shirt and brown sandals that she had been wearing in her garden on that morning but everything from that moment that she was walking back in through her kitchen door is vague.

She scowled up at Theresa Sanchez and the Spaniard taunted her once again. "In Banawa they love the blonde hair of European girls." She told the blonde. "You will have many, many lovers there." Theresa added with her Spanish accent clearly evident and the blonde considered that maybe they were in fact in Spain.

The truck bounced off another rock but this time kept it's course although Theresa stared at the back of the cab with disdain and cursed her husband under her breath.

Miguel caught a glimpse of the white roof tops at Banawa as the truck struggled to the apex of a hill and the roof tops disappeared again as they now rolled down the other side toward the long straight where the optical illusion would occur as it always did and he removed his foot from the accelerator, allowing the engine of the four tonne truck to roll down, earning a temporary well earned rest until it reached the bottom and they were now at the beginning of the long straight road to Banawa to offload the cargo.

On the long straight road ahead Miguel put his foot down onto the accelerator, all the way to the floor and then the optical illusion occurred as it did every time he made this trip.

Suddenly right in front of him, three large white rooftops seemed to climb up from beneath the ground and grow in front of his eyes but of course they didn't come up from the ground and he knew that, the long straight road to Banawa was on a slight incline and so the buildings as he neared just rose up in front of him, an illusion that Miguel always enjoyed witnessing because it meant the end of his journey, they could unload the cargo, get paid and begin the seven hour drive back to Binamu in the south of the island and back on board the Indigo.

Thirty feet from the large white iron closed gates Miguel took his foot off once again and allowed the truck to slow down before he eventually applied the brakes and halted it.

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« Last post by chilly658 on March 21, 2012, 02:25:09 pm »

Contined...

From a white painted brick building on Miguel's left a man appeared, a fat man in a military uniform and he had a small machine gun slung over his left shoulder and he immediately smiled to Miguel as he recognised him. "Hello Miguel, sehingga baik untuk bertemu lagi teman saya." The Soldier said with a smile. "Hello Miguel, so good to see you again my friend."

Miguel Sanchez faked a smile in return but in truth he was keen to get this cargo offloaded and head back to Binamu. "Saya telah kargo di belakang." He told the solider. "I have cargo in the back."

The fat man in his 40s nodded with a grin as he licked his lips and strolled to the back of Miguel's truck and when he roughly pulled back the canvas flap at the back, bright sunlight burst inside, blinding Theresa as well as the blonde girl on the floor.

The blonde squinted out to see the shape of a lone figure looking in with a broad grin on his face and then he looked up to Theresa who he had obviously seen many times before and nodded.

Suddenly the broad bight sunlight had vanished and the back of the truck was once again thrown into relative shade and the blonde tried to recover her vision.

Suddenly the truck began to roll forward again and at first on the same unsteady ground but then she noticed that it had now gently rolled onto flat and smooth tarmac and then she heard the large gates closing behind her and knew that they were inside some kind of compound.

She had enough sense of mind to try to figure out how she and her two unconscious companions would eventually escape from this place wherever they were and began to count the turns which the truck would make and judging that they were travelling at around five miles per hour she could maybe formulate an escape later.

It travelled straight ahead to begin with for about thirty seconds before making a hard right turn and then travelled straight again for another fifteen seconds, then straight again for another fifteen seconds, straight again for eight or nine seconds before it slowed to a stop.

Now she heard the drivers door open and then soon after slam shut again and foreign speaking voices could be heard at the front of the truck.

She looked up at Theresa who was staring at the closed canvas flap, obviously waiting for something that she knew would happen as the same voices now travelled along the side of the truck behind her until they were directly at the rear of the truck.

Suddenly the canvas flap was violently pulled back and that same bright blinding sunlight burst inside, blinding both her and Theresa who was still sitting on the wooden bench, waiting with an anxious look on her face.

The blonde girl could only squint out at the four, maybe five figures standing outside of the truck staring back in at her and her two unconscious companions.

As her vision began to clear and her eyes could focus she saw that outside of the truck were in fact five men dressed in military uniforms, wherever she was, this was that country's soldiers.

The furthest on her right was a very large man in height and in stature, he was around six feet tall and very round and she saw that he had three stripes worn on his short sleeved, crumpled beige army shirt and as he was doing most of the talking, a language that she didn't understand, and she did know a little Spanish so she concluded that she wasn't in Spain just as she had suspected, but he, the large round man seemed to be in charge.

He then said something to his comrades which provoked laughter amongst them and she assumed that it was obviously some kind of sexual connotation.

Theresa was smiling at them all but she had no idea of what the conversation had been about either because she, unlike her husband didn't speak fluently in five different languages, she was limited to Spanish and English only.

Suddenly and without warning the huge man reached forward and grabbed the red rope which was tied so tightly around her ankles and for the first time she lost her cool, this woman wasn't used to being treated in such a way and she kicked out with anger and frustration, but of course her hands are tied behind her back and her legs are tightly tied together and she was already no match for this enormous man as it was and he man handled her with ease as he picked her up and threw her over his right shoulder.

He said something again either to her in his native tongue or to his comrades who all laughed regardless of who he was speaking to and then his huge hand **** down with a heavy thud only her soft bottom cheek before he said something more which provoked more laughter.

She bounced on his shoulder as he walked away from the group, holding her legs quite effortlessly with one hand while her left bottom cheek seemed to attract the intense heat of the sun after his huge paw had crashed down upon it.

She was helpless to do anything as she looked up and saw that one of her blonde companions was being lifted onto a shoulder in the same way and just then a young woman walked behind dressed in the same uniform as the men but hers was pressed and neat and her hair jet black hair was up and for a brief moment her dark brown eyes met with the blonde's eyes and this woman very nearly smiled to her.

As the blonde girl looked back at her the woman soldier looked straight ahead and their silent conversation was over as quickly as it hadn't begin.

The sun was beating down onto her vulnerable and helpless body over his shoulder as he kicked a steel door in front of him open and stepped inside, into a not cooler but less intensely hot but still stifling hallway with green wooden doors on either side, all the way to the opposite end.

The hall was dimly lit and as he carried her down to the bottom end she could now for the first time smell the stench of his stale body odour as she bounced around on his wide shoulder until he stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor.

She guessed that he had been wearing the same clothes for days judging by the stench od stale sweat and had probably slept in them too by the crumpled creases as he fumbled around in his trouser pocket in search of a key while effortlessly holding her over his shoulder with his right hand by her bare legs.

Just then she heard a large bang as the first door that he had carried her in through was kicked open again and one of her unconscious companions was carried in just the same way as she was being carried now and bright sunlight burst in showing tiny particles of dust floating around in the stale air and then it swung shut again as the fat man unlocked this door and carried her inside.

As soon as she was carried inside the stench of stale body odour worsened and she knew without even looking that others like her were being held in this room against their will.

When she did finally look over his right shoulder she could see a young blonde woman crouched in the corner on a dirty urine stained mattress on the floor who was completely naked and she could see a thick and long rusty chain from the girl's neck and the other end was attached to the wall behind her somehow.

Now she turned her head to her left and saw one, two, three and a fourth girl on disgusting urine stained mattresses, the stench was foul largely due to the fact that she could only breath through her nose at this moment in time as he unceremoniously dumped her down onto a similar mattress on the floor beneath the tiny barred hole in the wall.

Just then the metal door is kicked open again and one of her still unconscious travelling companions, still wearing the white paper mask strapped to her face is carried in and dropped onto a dirty mattress across the room and the metal door closed itself shut again.

The fat man was now leaning on her and leaning over as he reached for something above her head, something that she hadn't noticed and as she looked up she saw the tiny barred hole about twelve feet above her head and other than the metal door it was going to be the only exit, the only escape route out of this place.

Her eyes turned to him as he stared down at her, she could see the dark patches of sweat under his already stained armpits which somehow enhanced the stale stench and as he smiled down at her he revealed his yellow tobacco stained teeth beneath his black and greasy bushy moustache.

Suddenly she heard a rattle of chain and quickly realised what he was about to do and so she kicked her bound legs and tried to turn onto her side, anything to get away as she screamed obscenities at him which were nothing but muffled noises through the silver tape pressed very firmly over her closed lips.

Now to her horror she felt what he was reaching for, it wasn't a chain to fasten around her neck, as she felt the inside of the rusty steel collar she had renewed fight and again tried to kick out and scream as she felt the warm steel loosely around her neck as he pushed the bolt through two eyelets and then fitted the nut, screwing it to finger tight.

She was still kicking and screaming as he picked up the small silver adjustable spanner which had been laying next to her head and he began to fasten the nut so that it would become impossible for her to remove it once her now tied hand were free.

She had been chained up like an animal abuser might mistreat a dog.

During the trauma she hadn't even noticed that the third woman had been brought in until the fat man on top of her threw over the small spanner to whoever had brought the second girl in and eventually he climbed his fat gross body off her and spoke to his two friends in his native tongue before he walked past Theresa Sanchez who had been thoroughly enjoying the ordeal from the now opened door.

She smiled down at the blonde. ?I think that he likes you a lot.? She told her and then stood up straight, turned and walked away out of sight and the swinging steel door closed behind her.

She looked over to her right and saw that the other two women were being chained exactly how she now was and she thanked heaven that they had not suffered the same ordeal that she had as they were completely unconscious throughout.

Eventually the two other men left and she heard the key again turning inside the lock, this time to prevent anybody from entering and more importantly from leaving, the small store room where they were all being kept in chains, nine blonde women in total, fell into silence apart from the sounds of conversation outside, the birds singing and the sound of the waves rolling onto the nearby shoreline.

The heat in this room was stifling and to make matters worse the duct tape pressed firmly across her mouth was restricting her breathing, she looked up at the tiny hole directly above her head with vertical bars.

The trauma combined with the lack of oxygen, and the stifling humidity caused her eventually to pass out for four hours and when she woke it was due to a sound, that same key turning inside the lock of the battered rusty green door in front of her.

When the door opened she saw the huge man who walked in and stood over her before he knelt down and took out his huge sharp knife and she gasped with fear in her eyes.

He then used it to cut the rope from her ankles and then up above her knees so that her legs were now free and she breathed out a sigh of relief through her nose as the tape was still pressed firmly over her closed mouth, which his fat dirty fingers gently traced the outline of her lips.

She tried to turn herself over so that he could now cut the rope from her wrists, freeing her hands but instead his huge paw grabbed her hip and pulled her back.

She stared up at him and saw his smile, revealing once again those disgusting yellow teeth as she felt the blade of his knife slide up her right thigh beneath her shorts, the cold steel against her bare skin, he sliced through one leg of her shorts and then turned his blade to the other.

Her eyes widened as she realised what he was doing and she was completely helpless to prevent it as he climbed on top of her and said something in his native tongue, something that she obviously didn't understand.

And then she felt the steel of his knife again, this time cutting away the waistband of her underwear.

He and others would visit her and the other blonde women in that room again and again and again, every day for the foreseeable future...

Anything Goes / Chapter 4, I'm just trying to introduce you to all of the characters in the book

« Last post by chilly658 on March 21, 2012, 02:07:18 pm »

4
Riley Road,Bermondsey, London, Thursday 20th January 2011

Number thirteen Riley road was no different to any other house, Riley road had thirteen houses on one side and thirteen houses on the other and number thirteen was in the middle and looked just like number eleven on the left and just like number fifteen on the right.

It was a three bedroom terraced house in the middle of a quiet street with white UPVC windows and a white UPVC door, a small concreted front garden which led out to a short brick wall.

With the door of number thirteen open the hall looked like any other hall with pictures adorning the walls and a staircase on the right leading to the upstairs bedrooms.

The living room however resembled something like a space aged NASA control centre, full of electrical wired along the floor, a large remote Satellite dish was up against the back wall and at the work station were no less than seven computer monitors flickering away.

There was some resemblance in places of a domestic house, such as the three piece suite and terrestrial television and a coffee table in front of the sofa which was stacked with empty and half empty delivered Pizza boxes from days ago.

But this was no normal house in this very normal street, it was owned by an organisation who worked specifically in the art of surveillance, often for the government but sometimes to the highest bidder and the government would never admit to any alliance to such a secretive organisation who's employees were former MI5 and MI6 agents alongside many former SAS soldiers.

Unlike a NASA control room there was a solitary figure in this room staring at five of the seven pc monitors, the original genius insomniac who those who worked with him knew as 'The eye' because of his extraordinary ability and skill which meant that he could hack into almost any computer in the world from his chair and just as importantly almost any of the three thousand or so Satellites orbiting the earth and could either watch events happening around the entire globe or could guide he colleagues from above and even warn them of impeding danger.

His name was David Stringer, the eye in the sky.

Stringer was at this time thirty six years of age and had previously spent six years working for the Intelligence corps prior to him joining this agency where he learned to hone in his unique skills over the past thirteen year.

He stood at just five feet seven inches in height with short brown hair and a centre parting which provided the curtains above his face.

He wore very strongly magnified glasses which made his eyes seem almost twice the size they really were, David Stringer was a an odd looking man to say the very least.

He was sitting at the work station in his control room watching not one pc screen but was actually concentrating on five, all had different files or images but all were linked to something specific and only the mind of a David Stringer could work on each of them individually but link them together, they had been a path to what he was staring at now.

On one monitor he had a file showing which was in fact top secret and had emanated from new Scotland yard, somewhere which Stringer was often hacking into and this file was connected to the case of the missing four thousand homeless which had been callously dubbed so because it was believed that in London there were approximately four thousand homeless people and although obviously not all of them had been abducted, but because it was still happening somebody somewhere gave it this tasteless title.

The next monitor along showed an image of the secret army barracks in Banawa, Indonesia with blueprint tunnel systems, something that no intelligence agency had ever discovered before.

The third monitor was showing the home page of an on line dating site and in particular Stringer had paid attention to a box marked 'Administration' which he had since hacked into by mathematically working out the code and once inside he had discovered what was showing on his fourth pc monitor.

When he had read the top secret files from New Scotland yard he had soon discovered that they had intelligence suggesting that blonde European women were being held at the base on the Indonesian island as a result of human Trafficking.

The blueprints David Stringer had discovered himself via an Indonesian military hacking session and had found this recent addition to the data that he had collected.

Stringer had found somebody else connected from the UK and at first because of the obvious technological skills he had presumed that this new name was doing something similar to himself, just not on such a high level but when he dug deeper his discovery would shock even him.

He had tracked down an IP address from the computer (Internet Protocol address) which is a numerical label assigned to every computer world wide and fortunately for him, unlike his own this one was fixed so he could track everything the computer in question performed as a function.

At first Stringer didn't understand because this person was either a government or non government agent or somebody connected to Banawa or the trafficking ring itself and yet now he was staring at an internet dating site which had been created and was still in operation from the same IP address.

On his third monitor David Stringer had an image of the home page of 'Love me do dating agency' and without a doubt there had been no mistake on his part, this dating site had been created on that same computer which had itself logged onto the dating site just yesterday.

As he studied the site he became more and more confused because to join the site was extortionately expensive and the sample images of the women and men were not really model like as they were on other sites and he sat back. ?It's as if you are encouraging people not to sign up.? He said to himself as he stared at the screen.

Stringer noticed that there was an administration login of which it took him about three minutes to decode and hack into and as soon as he touched the 'enter' button on his keyboard he stared at the screen with temporary confusion, Stringer was now looking at a website buried inside the internet dating site. ?What have we got here??

He clicked on the professionally built site and then clicked on a couple of images of women walking into shops, standing at bus stops, getting into cabs, walking in parks and wondered one thing, why did they all have a numerical figure imposed on the screen below the image and for some reason he went back to a particular image of a woman walking into a grocery store and studied it.

After a few moments Stringer sat bolt upright and stared at the image again and then at the numbers imposed under her image. ?Whoa!? He said out loud as he finally worked it out.

Stringer picked up his mobile telephone and searched for a particular number and called it.

After a few moments he looked back at his fourth pc screen and a cold chill ran down his spine. ?Richard, I've found something that you really need to see.? Stringer told his former colleague who had recently come to him for help as his sister Sasha who had been working in a soup kitchen for the homeless had disappeared and Richard Willows feared the worst.

He said something to Stringer, an enquiry as to what he had discovered as Stringer continued to stare at his pc screen in horror. ?I found the Indigo auction site.? He coldly told his old pal. ?There are women on my pc screen shopping, waiting for their bus or on their way to work and they don't even know it.? He continued to explain to Richard Willows who asked 'Know what?'

Stringer took in a deep breath. ?That they're for sale Richard!? Stringer told him.

The conversation continued for a few more minutes until Stringer asked his old pal to meet him at a greasy spoon caf? tomorrow at eleven in the morning.

Showcase / Chapter 4

« Last post by chilly658 on March 21, 2012, 12:37:49 pm »

It had been raining now for the past six hours when the silver transit van pulled up in Adenmore road and immediately the headlights went out.

Anton Augustin was in charge of the team and was sitting in the passenger seat staring down the road at where the special refuge had been set up next to Catford Bridge train station. "Ca este." He turned and told the driver. "That is it" . As he pointed to the large Victorian house directly next to the station entrance which was completely deserted at this time of the morning but they were already running late after several detours because Anton Augustin had seen a police patrol car and they desperately avoided any contact with it.

He stepped out of the passenger side of the van and walked around to the back and opened the double doors to allow his two other colleagues to step outside. "Mergem." He told them both. "We go".

The three men walked the fifty or so yards toward the train station before Anton Augustin used a key to quietly gain access through the main front door.

The three of them crept up the carpeted stairs where there were three bedrooms and three young homeless men slept in beds provided by the borough council.

Anton Augustin pointed to the room furthest along the narrow hall and one of his colleagues crept along and waited outside it while he pointed to a second door and the second man copied it, waiting for instructions to go.

Anton then pulled out his Tazar gun and pressed a black button arming it and his two friends did exactly the same.

His brown eyes studied both of his friends to ensure that nobody was panicking before he held up three fingers for them to see which turned to two, then one and last a clenched fist and they all opened their doors simultaneously and entered.

From the hall the three 'CLACK!' sounds could be heard as the electrodes contacted the three sleeping bodies as the voltage powered through and rendered each of them completely helpless regardless of whether they had woken or not, nobody could move and if anybody was wakened there was no way that they were going to be able to do anything to prevent their own abduction.

Anton Augustin stared down at the motionless man who's body was still violently juddering from the trauma that it was undergoing now. "Putem fi repede cu aceasta." He calmly said. "We can be faster with this."

Because Anton Augustin had served as a Major in the Romanian Army he was a perfectionist who knew full well that his team would need to improve and his biggest fear was that one day one of them would accidentally electrocute themselves when the Tazar gun was sitting in a pocket.

He took out his mobile telephone and pressed a number from his personal directory while his companions began to bind the three men with silver duct tape at the wrists, ankles and over their mouths. "Deschida usile si acolo conduce aici acum." He told the transit van driver. "Open up the doors and drive here now."

The van driver jumped out and opened the back doors of his van before he jumped back into the driver seat and started the engine, leaving his headlights off and then pulled up right outside the safe haven.

Anton's two companions carried first one of the paralysed men out where he was unceremoniously slumped before returning to the house and collected the second.

Anton watched as they carried the third man and placed him in the back and then they both climbed in too and Anton slammed the door shut behind them.

Anton climbed into the passenger side of the van. "Utilizarea traseu trei." He told the driver. "Use route three" As they had pre planned routes to avoid detection from the police and more importantly now, the new hidden cameras which had been installed.

Catford Bridge was one of just seven refuges in London which could not be supervised that night and the Romanian team knew it.

Showcase / Ninth Gate logo

« Last post by Moth on March 19, 2012, 08:32:28 pm »

To kick off the new forum, I wanted to share this

. It is the start of some projects Im doing for the Ninth gate Magazine. Hope you like it!

Anything Goes / Welcome to Green Chilli!

« Last post by Moth on March 18, 2012, 02:45:15 pm »

Hello and welcome!

Thank you for stopping by and having a look at the forum!
We will of course be working feverishly to make your Green Chilli experience as enjoyable as possible, so please send me a pm with any suggestions or comments that you think will help make this a place to stay!

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Moth