Chapter Five - Seeing with new Eyes
I got out of bed and noted the time. Just after nine at night. I hadn't slept too long then. I moved to the shower, still naked and stood under the water, relishing the feeling of the hot water beating down on my back and shoulders, massaging the muscles. I bathed quickly though, loving the feeling of the water, but I had other ideas. I wanted to go out into the city. I wanted to walk amongst the crowd and read the people of the city. That was the best way to get to know the people of the city of New York. And I thought I hated this town.
I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. And new socks thanks to Andie and Lisa. No underwear, I just didn't see the need for them anymore, I was past being modest. Once dressed, I went downstairs and found the place quiet. I found a note on the table.
"Found you sleeping peacefully upstairs. Didn't want to wake you, you looked so cute! The four of us went out to a movie. We'll bring back Chinese for dinner. Love you, Lisa."
I placed the note folded on the table so they would know I read it if I did not return before them. I put on my Chuck Taylor sneakers and left the apartment. I walked through Central Park, which at night was never a good idea. I wasn't afraid, I wasn't afraid of anything. I felt invincible. I truly felt like a God.
I didn't have any problems walking through Central Park as I made my way over to where the most action was. As I stepped out onto the concrete, I could smell the city, the people, it was alive. I started walking towards Times Square and found myself heading towards Chinatown. There was no rhyme or reason, there was just something drawing me in that direction.
When I reached the edge of the little city within the city, I stopped and looked down the busy street. People flooded the street and the market. I inhaled deeply before continuing my walk. The smells were enticing and repulsive at the same time. I walked.
I could sense the danger approaching as I reached a certain part of the street and stopped. To my left and right, an alley stretched. The danger was to the right. I turned and followed my senses as it led me down the dark alley. I didn't know what I was doing and didn't want to stop as I walked cautiously deeper into the dark recesses of the community. All of a sudden, I came to a door. The feeling was very strong here. I tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. Then a slide opened up where a peephole should have been. A man spoke in Chinese. I instantly understood him and spoke back. He opened the door, thanks to suggestion and let me in.
I was the only white guy in the room. As I entered, instantly I sent out a net not to notice me. I stood in the shadows and watched what was going on. It was a Slave Market. There were women of all shapes and sizes, beautiful and ugly. I could feel guns everywhere.
I stood in the background and watched the dealings going on. Girl after girl came up to the stage. They got prettier and prettier as they were sold or refused. I started to think about what the purpose of the women would be, I started peeking into the buyers minds, seeing the fate of the women.
One after the other, the buyers showed me their intentions and I became furious. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Andie.
"Hey, where are you guys?" I asked.
"Just coming out of the theater, didn't you see the note Lisa left?" She asked.
"Yeah, Is Teresa with you?"
"Yeah right here, hold on." Andie said.
"Hello Thomas.
"Teresa, get that house in New Jersey for right now. I'm gonna have some women staying over." I said.
"How many?" She asked.
"I don't know. Let's just say more than five right now. I'll call later when I get an idea of how many in total." I said and hung up. I allowed them to continue the showing process, more for me than them and sent out the note to not purchase anything else and that those that were purchased were not to leave the building.
I didn't know how long this had been going on, it could have been all day, and here it was late in the evening. I suspected though after searching the minds of the hosts that it had only begun an hour ago.
The market was simple. A new girl every five minutes. Around their neck was a tag with a number. Lot 1 number 5. And the buyer would write down on a piece of paper which one he was interested in and the price he was willing to pay. This would be handed to a runner who would take it to the cash man. He would hold it in similar stacks for that lot and then broke down to the number. All those with the same number would be grouped and the one with the highest price was the new owner.
I watched as the girls changed from Asian, to black to Hispanic and then to white. The last of each race were the most beautiful. I made sure that these women were placed in a special holding cell. There were about twenty to twenty-five in all. The other women, that were less beautiful I would take as well. I would find them menial tasks if their families could not be found. The others I would debate about. If I could find their families then I would probably return them but I wanted to see what I was dealing with first.
Once the viewing was finished, I commanded the cash man to inform the buyers that a single buyer for all lots outbid them all. He informed them that there would be another sale same time next week. I searched for the Main Man. The trader. I found him in an office on the second floor watching his wares being paraded for the prospective buyers. I headed that way.
I encountered three sets of bodyguards before getting to his door. At his door, there was another set of bad dudes. I read their minds and saw their intent for me as they saw me. I approached them with a relaxing and soothing smile. They relaxed and smiled back. I continued to search their minds and found their training and found they were well trained. I copied their training and filed it away for recall later.
"Gentlemen, I would like to see the Trader please." I said as I walked up to them. They smiled.
"Yes Sir, right this way Sir." The smaller one said. He opened the door for me and I stepped in. I took in the confines of the office and noticed several beautiful woman, all naked lying around.
"Who the fuck are you?" The man behind the desk asked.
"I Sir, am the buyer of you're whole stable." I said as I came in and sat in the chair before his desk.
"Well, congratulations! I didn't even know you were invited, so again, who The Fuck Are YOU?" He asked as his anger started to rise. He was white, a native New Yorker in his early fifties. He obviously had been doing this for sometime to be able to afford all the security.
"My name is Master Thomas. I will give you that. What I do, is unimportant, as is what my motives are for buying your stock. You will be paid upon delivery of my goods. Also, I want you to curb you're kidnappings. If you feel intent, I only want perfection. Consider me you're only client from now on." I said. He looked at me as if I was nuts.
"You got some big balls coming in here like this. I don't take orders from you mother fucker!" He said and pulled a gun out from under his desk. I should have known a gun was going to be pulled on me at some point tonight. I took control over his mind.
Slowly, the pointing gun changed direction and turned towards him. Fear came across his face, as he couldn't understand what was happening.
"What the fuck!" He said as the barrel of the Glock 9mm leveled on the middle of his face.
"As I said Nathan, I am you're only client. You will do as I say, or I will end you're life right her right now." I said.
"Anything Mister, please don't kill me!" He said as beads of sweat started to form on his brow.
"Good. Now place the gun back in its holster under the desk drawer and let us talk like men." I said. He placed the gun back and placed his hands palms down on the desk, sweat pouring from his scalp.
"How do you know my name?" He asked. I smiled.
