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"You can have whatever's inside," the strange man said as he handed back the key.

The apathetic employee at the storage unit rental looked puzzled. He extended his hand to accept the storage key and gave a listless, "Thank you sir," and then returned to reading something on his phone.

The strange man didn't seemed perturbed in the slightest. He swept away like he was wearing an imaginary regal cape. But of course he had nothing of the sort adorning his broad shoulders.

The employee manning the front desk was about to return the key to a wall of hooks with various keys dangling interspersed throughout its rows and columns when his manager popped into view from the back room.

"Was that uhhh, Figgis?" Came the manager's evenly paced mild mannered voice.

"Yeah, it was," was the reply.

"Didn't he just check that out yesterday?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Do you give a shit about anything, Carl?"

"No, I don't," Carl said. His answer wasn't wry or joking, it was quite literal.

"Fuck. Well, do you want to go clear out the storage unit?"

Carl shrugged.

The manager's temperature rose a few degrees as his cheeks took on a reddish tinge and the muscles in his jaw gave evidence of his clenching his teeth.

"Do you just want to save it for an auction tomorrow or something," Carl said, his eyes half lidded.

The manager blew his top. "He had. The storage unit. For ONE DAY. ONE FUCKING DAY." The manager balled his hands into a fist and unclenched them enough to point an accusatory finger at his employee, "We don't get anything from it, you're done. Done. You hear me?" The manager shouted.

Carl remained unphased, "Yeah, I hear you."

The manager disappears into the backroom and Carl puts the key back in its place. Unit 729.

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The next day, the manager stood patiently outside storage unit 729. There were already a few potential buyers but the manager knew there would not be many. The storage unit had only been occupied for 1 day. The contract was for 1 month, and the fool Figgis had paid the additional fee for the severance clause. The manager was all smiles and while he didn't talk to the potentials, he kept a smile plastered on his face for optics.

Carl trudged into view along the row of outdoor storage units, "Phone call for you," he said to the manager as he got closer.

The manager gritted his teeth in his smile and threw an arm around Carl and turned him away from the onlookers. "Don't bother me now, I'm taking care of this mess because you didn't want to clean up this shit so we could rent it out again."

"You could have cleared the unit," Carl said flatly.

The manager heart beat out of his chest. It took every inch of control he had to prevent himself from doing something he regretted.

"Just. Take. A. Message," the manager enunciated through gritted teeth and gave Carl a little push.

The manager turned back around and unclenched his jaw. "La..." the manager looked around and finished with,"...dy, and gentlemen. We have a new unit here that's been occupied for 1 day. Now I know what you're saying, there has to be nothing in there, right? Well, consider this, if the person who rented this unit didn't want to put anything in it, why did he spend all that money... hmm? I think he put a bunch of old things in there, maybe antiques, you know how it is, sentimentality and all that. But why did he leave it? Maybe he didn't need it anymore, yeah? But that doesn't mean it's not worth something. So what do you say? Do I hear a hundred? A hundred, hundred, hundred, you there sir, do I hear a hundred, ok, fifty, fifty, ma'am, do I see your interest for fifty, fifty, come on folks, there could be gold in there. Could be. T-twenty? Any interest for twenty?"

The manager started to look deflated. He wasn't an auctioneer and the damn auctioneer had been unable to make it. Or because it would have been a wasted trip. Even though storage unit 729 was not the only locker up for auction that day, this establishment had... dubious reliability in its production of any kind of valuables.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the uncomfortable silence.

"Five. I'll do it for a fiver."

A bunch of chuckles broke out among the potentials buyers.

Another voice rang out, "Hell, I'll take it for five bucks."

"Ten," the original voice said. It belonged to a man with blond locks and washed out jeans. He even waved a ten dollar bill in the air.

The other person shrugged and the blond walked up and handed the 10 dollars to the manager.

The manager was livid.

He fished the key out of his pocket and bend down to undo the padlock on the unit.

He yanked the roller door up by the handle and he faced the small crowd. He spread his hand out and theatrically declared, "Feast your eyes on..."

His words were interrupted as gasps rang out through the onlookers. The manager noticed the blond backing away. "What the heck are you..."

The manager had turned around and his face turned pale.

A completely nude woman with auburn hair was shackled to a chain from the ceiling of the unit, her wrists pulled up. She was kneeling on the concrete floor of the unit. Drool leaked from the ballgag she was wearing onto her ample breasts. A large dildo was impressed into her pussy, and she was trying to keep it from overwhelming her by pointing her toes to get some elevation. Her ankles were chained in a way that she could not stand up.The floor was wet with her pussy juice. She moaned and blinked her pretty hazel eyes at the sudden sunlight.

Some of the men started to record the whole thing and the manager spread his hands out, trying to hide the woman. But it was his own shame he was trying to hide.

The manager pulled down the roller door to hide the woman.

His mind seemed to work futilely as he tried to think his way out of the situation. It was his fault. He didn't check the fucking unit. This was a criminal matter. He'd have to provide Figgis's information to the cops. There would be an entire investigation. But wait. Maybe he could still salvage this.

However, the blond man had already opened the unit door again and had pulled the ballgag off the woman.

"FUCK ME!" She screamed.

"PLEASE! I NEED YOUR COCK I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

The manager knew he was fucked. He had to try to blame it on Carl. All on Carl. There was nothing else for it. It was that idiot's job after all. Yes. It was. It didn't matter that the manager was the one whose responsibility it was. Carl needed to fall for this.