All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English).
On the Other Side of the Mirror 5 of 6
"What do you plan to do with them?" you ask me breaking the annoying silence that has been reigning for five minutes ago we finished fucking and you took off my necklace.
"I don't understand what you mean;" I ask stopping my steps.
"Kate, Rachel and Tracy are now slave girls owned by your company;" you comment to me, "You can do whatever you want with them."
"Their slavery is not legal; I will free them as soon as I finish with Gemma and Henry;" I tell you without finishing understanding your words.
"All three have their barcode tattooed on their back, and their slave girl file completed, it only remains for them to be uploaded to the registry for the process to be finalized;" you point out to me. "Although for all intents and purposes they are already slave girls."
"There is the business of Gemma and Henry;" you comment to me, "Using your processing company and surely in complicity with some other, they turn the kidnapped girls into legal slave girls, you know well that the laws say that once the registration is completed no matter how the girl has ended up as a slave girl, there is no turning back;" you explain to me.
I look at you surprised by your explanations.
"While you were sleeping peacefully, instead of having fun with those three beauties, I was going into your company's network, trying to find something that shouldn't be there;" you say smiling at me.
"And did you find it?" I ask curiously.
"Your network firewalls are not exactly the best, I expected something else from you;" you tell me as if you were scolding me. "In just ten minutes I was inside, although not knowing what I was looking for it took me almost an hour to find it, and I have to say that it was by chance."
You remain silent, causing me to become nervous.
"Damn it, get on with it at once;" I yell at you.
"Your company generates a slave girl file every time a young woman comes in for processing, with a number and a registration date, the next slave girl has a consecutive file number, correct?" you ask me smiling.
"Exactly;" I reply. "On January 1 the first tokens are generated automatically, they consist of twelve digits that seem random, but follow very distinct patterns."
"That's where I found the catch;" you interrupt me. "Until three years ago 10,000 tokens were generated following the marked pattern, since then 11,000 tokens are generated, the last thousand tokens with a jump in the pattern."
"What's three, four or five thousand tokens, among the nearly ten million generated every year;" I point out realizing what you have discovered.
"Multiply 5,000 tokens by one hundred thousand dollars which is the average selling price of a slave girl;" you tell me with a serious gesture.
"Eliminate Kate's, Rachel's and Tracy's tokens;" I tell you going back to the beginning of the discussion, "You've done it before."
"It's not that simple;" you comment to me. "Slave girl 325993113342, named Tina, had not been marked, and seven years ago the chips were uploaded manually, it was easy to misplace her."