Authors note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Tracking Evil - Bucharest: Part 2
Note: While some characters in this tale appear in the series Tracking Evil: a Podcast. It isn't necessary to have read that in order to enjoy this story. This story is set a few months after the events in the final chapter of Tracking Evil: a Podcast.
Chapter One: "It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience" - Julius Caesar
Denisa padded quickly behind the man holding her leash. She had to almost trot to keep up with his long strides as he moved quickly through the hallways that made up this upper level of the building. The noise from the nightclub remained muted, only her bare feet feeling the vibrations that worked their way through the floor beneath them giving her any indication that the music was still thumping out. The euphoria she had felt, sucking on his cock, dancing for him, had faded somewhat. Now an undercurrent of annoyance had crept in. There was a musky smell back here, the floors seemed clean enough but there was a definite odor that comes from unwashed bodies, sweat, dirt. She didn't say anything, but her nose crinkled in distaste as she followed the club manager.
They passed by a couple of rooms, bedrooms. The fleeting glances she got of their interiors suggested that they were used regularly and by men, if the mess from clothing and take away cartons were any indication. Through a door, into a small gymnasium, empty of life but packed with expensive equipment. They moved through, passing a door marked 'sauna' and still they kept going. 'Maybe nobody is here' Denisa wondered to herself.
Another large room, two pool tables, the balls racked and ready, cue's mounted on a wall beside them. Obviously, the same disregard to cost that she had seen in the club below was reflected here. This 'organization' that he had alluded to, if it was a criminal enterprise, it was well funded. Money meant successful, it being successful led to her having to assume they had plenty of manpower. That thought didn't improve her temper at all. The man tugging her forward kept going, Denisa could now hear sounds up ahead, evidently, he was taking her to their source.
They walked into a room filled with couches scattered about. In front of each couch was a large LCD TV. It made her think of those communal areas big companies set up for their employees to relax in, complete with games and entertainment packages for people who wanted to unwind during or after work. On her right, a soccer match was muted, the couch in front of the screen empty. However, there was life in this place. Two screens further in and she could see four figures. Set between a TV showing the same match, this time with sound, and a couch was a large rectangular shaped ottoman stool. Draped across it were two young women, both face-down, both naked. Seated on the couch before them were two black men. Neither had the same sharp dress code of the man holding her leash. Instead, they were wearing adidas tracksuits, one navy, one red. The black man in red was bent over the buttocks of one of the girls and as Denisa was led forward, she could hear him snorting loudly, inhaling a line of drugs from the naked flesh.
"Theo, Louis... you all that's here?" The shark eyed club manager hailed the two men in French, Denisa understanding them but feigning not to. Neither turned to face him, the man in navy intent on the game, the man in red focused on the drugs. Denisa at least was glad they'd stopped walking. The throbbing from her nipples had increased. Still not painful, it was a constant reminder that she needed to cum. The anklet bell was getting on her nerves as well, each silvery tinkle as she walked an audible reminder that she was seen now as a plaything. That didn't suit her temperament in the slightest.
"Theo!" The shout at the man watching the game grabbed his attention and he turned finally to answer.
"Yeah, we all done for the night. Boss told us to relax... what you got there eh?"
"This is a new house pet, a little bunny who likes to dance," the club manager answered, slipping back into Romanian as he did. Both men were looking at Denisa now, wolfish smiles on their faces.
"That right? Fresh meat!" Louis exclaimed; the remnants of cocaine smeared around his wide nostrils. Neither man had the fluidity of the club manager's Romanian, still she understood them well enough.
"Good timing because these two are done for the night," Theo said waving a hand at the still forms of the two women. Denisa looked at the naked girls. She couldn't gauge their ages as their faces were hidden but both wore the same little anklet that she did, a small bell attached. Other 'pets' apparently.
"Shit, what did you do?" This was in French, the manager gripping the hair of one girl to raise her head enough for him to look at her face.
"They're fine, just too much powder," Louis said smiling, rubbing at the powder on his own face. "That and the fucking and they are all done. No stamina. This one got stamina?" Again, the men spoke in French, excluding Denisa.
"I believe so. She thinks she's a tiger, I can see it in her eyes. Needs to be shown she's now a house pet, tame and meek," the manager said distractedly, checking the second girl, touching her neck as he searched for a pulse. Denisa tensed herself. She might have to do something soon if those girls were in danger. Then the man holding her leash gave a soft grunt of approval, straightening up and Denisa forced herself to relax.
"Alive, wasted, but alive. I need to get someone to clear them out of here," he said to Louis and Theo. He handed Theo the leash clipped to Denisa's collar.
"Take her somewhere, show her what's expected of her. I'll get this sorted."
"Gladly," Theo said, tugging on the leash so that Denisa stumbled forward. He spoke in Romanian then.
"Come on little bunny, let's take you somewhere so we can look at your rabbit hole." As Denisa followed him, Louis trailed her, giggling at his friend's remark.
"Playroom?" Louis asked.
"Uh-huh," Theo answered.
The next room was apparently the playroom and Denisa needed only a second's glance to realize exactly what 'play' happened here. The room was filled with BDSM contraptions and machines and the clamps pinching her nipples seemed the least of her concerns suddenly. Leather, black tinged metal and dark stained wood seemed to suck up the light in the room making it oppressive and daunting in appearance. Exactly as those who'd furnished it had intended no doubt.
"What's your name?" Theo had come to a stop abruptly as they reached the center of the room and he rounded now on Denisa. She knew what he wanted her to say but she wasn't feeling cooperative at that moment, even though it was probably the smart play. She shook her head, remaining tight lipped.
"What's the problem, don't like being called 'little bunny' is it?" Theo's giggling friend moved to stand in front of Denisa as well, sneering at her as he passed by.
