What's good Fam? It's been a little while a lot's happened. Came back from Maryland for this internship for my mechanical engineering studies. It was fun, I learned some interesting stuff about the automobile industry and mechatronics. Preparing for my fifth semester in college and hoping for the best. Now this chapter turned out to be a bit longer than expected and there's still a lot more I want to consider moving forward. I decided to break it into two parts to make my life a bit easier and keep the story going. Anyway let's get right to it. Don't forget to Fav, Follow, Share, and Comment and what not.
In the country side in south Western Alabama, there was a small church having stood on it's foundation for the better part of a century. On the back was a large grassy area filled with the grave stones of the dearly departed. This church was special, for it was the church many members of the Bizzell family were buried as per their tradition.
Standing amongst the grave stones was Caleb in his teens, who just finished high school. It was cloudy, it looked like it could rain any second yet not a single drop fell. He stood in front of two head stones aligned next to each other and a reef of flowers around them. He stood as tears ran down his face looking at the names on the stones. They were his parents. He looked up to the sky as if questioning to the heavens and to God, Why?
"It's all your fault.", said a female voice shaking with rage.
"Dumbass, why'd you even come?", said another angry more masculine voice.
Caleb whipped around to see his older brother and sister standing with absolute disdain on their faces. He could feel his soul shrinking under their hateful gazes.
"No. I...It's not...I didn't ask them to...", Caleb whimpered before being cut off.
'IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. YOU TOOK THEM FROM US. THEY DIED BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOU STAND HERE TRYING TO PASS THE BLAME.', His sister screamed tears running down her face.
" YOU RUINED OUR FAMILY.", His brother shouted angrily.
"No.", Caleb whimpered falling to his knees with despair on his face.
" It should've been you.", "Mama should've never brought yo ass into this world "
"AAGHHGHGGH", Caleb wailed clutching his fingers the grass as the sky turned a somber grey. His tears stained his face and mucus ran down his top lip as his former siblings continued to berate and vilify him. He suddenly heard two voices call from behind and with trembling motion looked to see his parents standing behind their own head stones with faces as stiff and lifeless as the stone itself. " I'M SORRY AGHAHGHHG"
Caleb's eyes shot open with his heart palpitating and his chest rising and falling erratically from the awful stress. It's been a while since he's had that dream usually he's been so occupied with Mirabelle invading his mind at night that it practically never occurred. He calmed himself and the first thing Caleb noticed upon waking was a throbbing pain in the back of his head and between his eyes. The back was damp and warm. Was he bleeding? Upon wincing and attempting massage away the pain, he noticed his hands were bound in front of him with rope as were his legs. He was lying on his side and began surveying his surroundings. He was lying on concrete floor, in a large room slightly illuminated by rows of industrial incandescent lights. In the room center were several stacks of boxes and lumber with a saw station and multiple other tools spread around. He was inside of an iron welded partition cage and looking behind him, he saw bags of cement mix, a couple small ladders, and an empty plastic waste basket behind him. Rising up, a little to get a better view, he realized the cage was connected to several others each with a lock and chain and a having prisoner. All of them devils, succubi, or whatever the media calls them.
Narrator Side note-'Ever since angels and devils were confirmed to be real, many Christian and other religious groups were ecstatic over the possible existence of heaven and hell. However, there's still no definite confirmation as many believe their species are, like other liminals, just a product of evolution or genetic mutation. No one is really certain where the angel and devil species originate from, hell not even either of the species themselves. Nevertheless, their existence led to many people showing outward acceptance and adoration towards the angels and course a loathsome fear, hatred, persecution toward devils. Especially in predominantly Christian and Catholic areas like the Southern United States.'
By Caleb's count, there were at least 9 of them. A few of them were sobbing and some paced around their cages nervously. Fear slowly began to creep into his bones.
Where the hell am I?, Caleb thought getting a searing headache.
"Awake huh?", A somewhat familiar voice grunted catching his attention. He nudged his body around to the cage next to him and saw one of them eyeing him suspiciously kneeling down as she tended to torn wing. Caleb's eyes widened in realization.
I remember now. She's that devil I found injured in the street. I was gonna get he help and..., Caleb thought rising up slightly to get a better look at her and his surroundings, only to grit his teeth from the sharp pain in the head, he then looked down at the tiny smear of blood where his head was previously, Guess I picked the wrong time to be a good Samaritan.
"Yeah, Uh..ack god my head. Who are you and where are we?", Caleb asked rubbing his bound hands to his forehead.
The devil woman pulled her knees to her chest pressing he back to the other side of the cage. Her expression was somber as she looked at Caleb before answering, " It won't matter if I did tell you hombre. As for where you are, some old warehouse these pendejos are using. Mi amigos... and I...are going to be sold as some bastardo's personal sex toys or be forced into prostitution.", She finished touching a metal collar around her neck.
"W-What? Holy fuckin-wait, hold on, why won't it matter to know your name?", Caleb inquired getting his head together.
" Because they're going to kill you, obviously. They can't have any witnesses and I doubt they'd take a chance on you snitchin to the policia.", she said plainly looking away at the other devils who all had fearful and despairing expressions. She sunk her head down to her knees rubbing her now bandaged arm with her free hand.
"B-But you're a devil right? Can't you just use your magic to get yourself out?", Caleb inquired slightly adjusting himself more. Seriously, every time he thought about the fact the magic ACTUALLY EXISTS he immediately felt like questioning everything he knew about the universe.
" Afraid it isn't that simple. See des?", The devil lady pointed at her neck showing a metal collar with odd symbol on it, "These inbred a-holes somehow got ahold of neck collars imbued with filthy angel magic that seals our abilities. We're basically weaker than you humans right now."
Caleb's eyes shot open in horror as his heart rate skyrocketed. Survival instincts kicking in, he looked around cautiously for any way out. It seemed fruitless until something shiny in the corner of the cage just underneath the ladder leg caught his eye. He inched himself closer and used his free fingers to pry out a small slightly rusted knife blade. Thanking whatever god was looking out for him, he placed the blade in his middle and index finger and began gingerly cutting at the knots on his wrists. She then spoke again having not noticed his previous actions.
"Look, hombre. I'm not gonna apologize for your involvement is this, cuz you're the one who chose not to mind your own business. But...for what its worth... thanks for a least trying to help. That's more than I ever got since coming to this country.", she said sullenly messing with a broken link on the cage wall.
Caleb gave her a quizzical look and couldn't decide if she was being sarcastic or not. He decided to ignore it and just said, " Well I should apologize. You see, I'm just not the one to turn away from someone if its within my means to help them. And you know what, it matters to me that you at least know my name, its Caleb. Caleb Bizzell. "
The devil stared at him in curiously before a small smirk appeared on her lips, "Heh, nice name. Guess this counts as our introduction as well a goodbye."
"Yeah, wish we could've in better circumstances. Probably been good friends.", Caleb spoke sincerely as their eyes met. She saw how they were filled with genuine warmth and care. A look she hadn't been given in a very, very long.
" Camila", she spoke softly averting her eyes.
"Huh?"
"My name. It's Camila de Alma Hermosa Santana", she said meekly as her Spanish accent rolled each word.
" heh, beautiful name for a beautiful lady.", Caleb muttered as she blushed lightly at the compliment.
" Think of it as a final wish for man", Camila uttered morosely leaning look toward the dirty windows at the night sky.
Caleb stopped cutting momentarily and looked into her piercing blue demonic eyes, the flickering light above them making them glow eerily. He let the situation sink in more. He could die here, like, ACTUALLY die. To be honest, he was already mostly dead inside anyway and considered for a second just resigning to his fate. But, something kept nudging at him, an irritating nudge like someone repeatedly poking your face to wake you up. It was the thought of leaving Mirabelle and Lyca alone. He needed to get out of there. But how?
Then a loud click could be heard as the room suddenly got brighter and the sound of footsteps attracted everyone's attention. Caleb laid back down just enough that he was unnoticeable pretending to still be unconscious.
Two men walked in. One of was heavily built with large gut, a rounded face and bald head with a due rag tied to his forehead and shaggy beard, black pants, a blue undershirt over jean jacket. The other guy was tall, and slightly more muscular than his partner and wore a plan black shirt with black suit windbreaker over it and grey jeans. He was surprisingly well-groomed and wore a small gold chain on his pants. He kinda looked like Ryan Renolds as a gangster. Caleb looked over at Camila from before as she glared at the hatefully with her once blue eyes were now had a vicious blood red glow.
"I'm telling ya man this is where the money's at.", said Gangster Renolds running his finger past the cages as he walked by them, "Succubi sell like hot cakes and with these hosts willing to let us buy them off for half what they're worth on the black market we're basically printing money.", he finished with an iniquitous chuckle.
"He he, yeah I can see why. A guy would pay handsomely to get some this here succubus puss. At least little Satans are good for somethin' ", said Fat Bastard (that's what I'm calling him now, and I think it fits.) as he stopped by one of the cages where a short blue skinned devil girl in black knee high boots, short shorts and cutoff top sat her back to the cage. She shuddered in fear as Fat Bastard gazed at her lecherously licking his bottom lip, "These things were made for our pleasure."
Caleb felt a tinge of disgust shoot through him and it took all his strength to avoid blowing his cover. He could hear the sound of rattling metal as he peaked through one eye to see Camila shaking with rage.
As they walked by, chatting to each other, Caleb got a sudden idea. While they were distracted looking over the succubi they were about to sell, he knelt in and began cutting at the restraints on his leg but making sure not to cut all the way through just enough so the men don't notice, same with his wrists. When he had finished, he started to hide the blade in his pocket but stopped when he noticed Camila next to him eyeing him curiously. She leaned forward noticing the blade sticking out of his pocket. Caleb with his finger to shush before quickly lying back down. She leaned in about to ask him something before being interrupted by a loud shriek.
"NO, You can't. Please.", a blue devil girl screamed as the Fat Bastard held her by the wrists. She flailed trying desperately to get free and he scooped her up wrapping himself around her holding her arms in place. Camila next to Caleb continued to glare at the man with furious disgust looking as if she wanted to tear him apart.
Gangster Renolds looked over at his partner, " What the hell you doin' man, these girls gotta be in one piece before the buyers get here. Don't need you damaging the goods."
"Aw come on now Mac, we can afford to take one or two for a test drive. Gotta make sure they up to standard", Fat Bastard said as roughly grabbed the girls' inner thigh; warranting a startled gasp then her swiping him across the face with her claws leaving a bleeding mark on his cheek. He lurched back in pain hold his cheek before angrily shouted at her, " little BITCH", then smacking her hard across the check sending her rolling on the floor cringing from the shock.
"HEY, What did I just say? Don't damage the merchandise. You fuckin idiot.", Gangster Renolds (Yes, I heard his name but I like mine better.) shoved and berated Fat Bastard.
Caleb heard the rattling sound from Camila next to him as she stood up aggressively shaking the cage door as she saw the blue devil girl on the ground still cringing. She clenched her fists baring her fangs and reviled the two men "ESTA ABAJO SIN CRESTA PERRA CULO BASTARDOS ('You low-down bitch ass bastards", in case you were curious.) When I get out of here, I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB. Starting with you ya fuckin fat ass." She finished pointing at Fat Bastard.
Fat Bastard was about to say something before his partner stopped him.
Gangster Renolds whipped around and walked clearly irritated by the outspoken devil lady, to which Caleb quickly laid back down. Renolds got to her cage door and stood in front of her neither side backing down, "You know, I'm getting real tired of your mouth. Maybe after I finally sell you off somebody can find a better use for it."
"Jes, maybe I can enthrall them with stories of what an enormous pussy you are.", she snarled at him.
" Keep talking succubus.", Gangster Renolds said pulling out a small black handgun, "This time I'll blow off that tail of yours."
She held her bandaged arm before retorting, " Well at least that gun of yours can make a girl feel something. Besides, disappointment."
Caleb listened to their back and forth, all the while resisting the urge to go 'oof' with each burn Camila dished out. Then it started to escalate dangerously.
"YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK IT. We'll get plenty with others here. Im'ma KILL this cum gobbling wench.", Gangster Renolds said pointing the pistol at Camila's heard. She stared at him unflinchingly and slowly closed her eyes. Suddenly heard a low jingle sound, a looked for the source to find Caleb still 'unconscious' his chest rising and falling slowly and light moving his leg against the gate
I wonder if that got his attention, Caleb thought. He had deliberately tapped the side of the gate.
Gangster Renolds moved over observing Caleb as Camila looked on with clear interest at them. " HEY, Bill, thought I told you get rid of this darky!"
"Ahhh, that bastard not goin nowhere. Time he come to, we'll be long gone.", Fat Bastard (you know the drill. Now accept it.) said as he dragged the whimpering blue devil back to her cage throwing her to the ground then once again eyeing her.
" Well, looks like he'll be wakin up sooner than you think. Now go on take him out back and put a bullet in his head. Now!", Renolds chastised his partner who looked back forth between him and the before letting out an annoyed groan.
"Yeah, yeah alright.", Fat Bastard groaned taking his pistol off a wooden plank then stuffing it down his pants, " Hey, let me see them keys I left phone on the dashboard ". Renolds handed the set of keys to him and Fat Bastard used one of them to take the lock off of Caleb's door. Caleb used all his concentration to keep playing possom as Fat Bastard slung him over his shoulder and walking out to the back door leading outside.
" Throw some of that cement over him when you're done.",Gangster Renolds said shooting Camila one last glare before going off to another room. Camila watched them leave feeling a frown form on her face.
...
They were out on the back of the warehouse. It was incredibility dark out with only the half quarter moon and the telephone pole lights to illuminate their surroundings. The warehouse appeared to be in rural area connected along the main highway with a few dilapidated buildings and a couple houses in the distance. There was practically no one around, save for a few homeless people and the occasional vehicle passersby. Around them were building supplies, a piles of bricks along a half completed walkway, stacks of plywood, and wide trench dug with a cement mixer just at the edge. Fat Bastard grunted as he carried Caleb over near the trench. He knelt allowing Caleb to fall limply to the ground with a thud.
Arrgh fuckin fuuuuck!, Caleb internally screamed as he discretely clenched his teeth still doing his best to keep up his charade.
Fat Bastard then walked over to Caleb standing with his legs over Caleb's to give himself better aim. Caleb snapped out of his thoughts as processed the situation. He had know idea what he was going to do but he had to do it fast.
" Heh, boy, you picked the wrong night to be some broad's hero.", He snickered as he cocked his pistol directly at Caleb ready to pull the trigger. He finger was about to squeeze until...Fat Bastard noticed the ropes on Caleb's legs weren't gripping him as tight as before. Upon closer examination, he saw a few of the loops had been mostly cut through.
"What in the h-", was the last thing Fat Bastard uttered before lurched forward writhing in agony holding his groin as Caleb, who's body reacted COMPLETELY on instinct, sent a devastating full powered double kick to the fat man's nether region. As Fat Bastard cried in agony Caleb quickly followed with another solid double kick to the man's forehead causing him to tumble and fall backwards in a daze.
Caleb then quickly tore off the ropes around his wrists and the remaining loops on his legs that hadn't snapped from the force of the kick. He stumbled a bit getting and trying to get the blood in his legs circulating again. He exhaled sharply as the numbness left his hands.
" AHHGGH YOU FUCKIN BLACK BASTARD", Fat Bastard cried out struggling to get to his feet and trying to aim his gun at Caleb.
"Oh Shit.", Caleb exclaimed before noticing a brick just near his foot. He quickly scooped it up and chucked it at the fat man striking him right in the face with an audible sound of bone cracking. He fell back with a yelp, subsequently firing off one round from his gun before tumbling down into the ditch. Caleb froze for a second after hearing the noise and shakily approached the ditch. Fat Bastard lay face down in the dirt with his gun on the jump a few inches away from his hand. Caleb took a deep breath and climb down into the ditch turning the fat man over. He had on big bruise on his pale skin with a stream of blood slightly leak down his face. Caleb felt his stomach form into knots and swallowed hard as he hesitantly placed his middle and index finger to his chubby neck. He still had a pulse to which Caleb exhaled in relief; he wasn't a murderer. Caleb then proceeded to relieve the man of a few things: His gun obviously, the keys to whatever vehicle they had, and his bandana; which Caleb fashioned into a gag before using the remaining pieces of rope he had to bind the Bastards hands. After finish tying him up, Caleb noticed a very familiar looking Pokemon wallet sticking out of the man's pocket; Caleb's wallet. Caleb grimaced in disgust as he took it and opened it up. It WAS, in fact HIS wallet and thankfully none of his credit or bank cards were missing but the rest of his money was gone.
"Knock a brother out from behind and then robbing him? Straight dirty mother ERRGH", Caleb hissed finishing his sentence with a growl and kick to the man's stomach.
Caleb climbed out of the ditch. He exhaled brushing himself off and looked around cautiously making sure his partner wasn't nearby. Though he was not experienced with using a gun, unless BBs count, it made him feel a bit safer knowing he had some means of defense. He took the keys, which appeared to be made up of the Car key, the fuel tank key, and 5 others that probably served some purpose. He kept pressing the unlock button on the car remote and walked around looking for the vehicle it operates. Suddenly he stopped and saw a distinctive flashing red light coming from the other side of the building with a dirt driveway. He followed it and came upon a large black cargo van it's head and tail lights still on from unlocking doors. It looked exactly like the ones use by exchange program personnel.
This must have been how they transported me and the succubi here unnoticed, Caleb thought walking around to the driver's side door and climbing inside. He turned the key in the ignition careful not to start the engine just yet and saw the fuel gage was couple notches shy of a full tank. He looked through the small rectangular hole in the wall separating the driver and passenger seats and the empty space in the back; save for a couple large boxes near the doors, Looks I found my way out of here.
OK, now I should get out of here and tell MON and the cops about this place. Then I'll-, Caleb's thoughts were cut short when he noticed another vehicle-a black and red van suspiciously slowing down the road with it's lights completely off and then began to turn into the front of the warehouse. Caleb quickly turned off the ignition hoping for dear life they didn't see the van lights on. He ducked down into the seat to hide as he heard three door slams. He peeked slightly over the steering wheel and noticed three unsavory looking men. One of them, a middle-aged John Wick looking man who was probably the leader. Gangster Renolds suddenly emerged walking out greeting them.
"Evening gentleman. Glad you made it, did find the place ok-", Renolds prattled on before being stopped by Wick.
" How about you quit trying to kiss my ass and show me what you have on the market. Or should I take my business somewhere else?", Wick asked with clear malice in his voice not liking his time wasted.
"Oh, sho'nough no need to be hasty. Right this way now, I have some of the finest critters this side of Cullman county.", Renolds nervously chuckled before showing Wick and his compatriots inside.
" By the way, where's that other guy? The fat one with the beard.", Renolds said
"Oh, uhhh, he's taking care of some 'trash' in back. He should be done in a little bit.", Reynolds replied nonchalantly.
When the coast was clear Caleb rose back up with pensive expression on his face.
So I'm in Cullman? That's 45 minutes from Huntsville! What am I going to do now? Even if I went for help, they wouldn't arrive in time. Most of the succubi could have been sold off by then. Gah, why did I have to get involved in this!? I was just having fun with Mirabelle and the others, why am I here? Maybe...I should just go...and don't look back, Caleb thought shutting his eyes as his hand trembled on the key to start the ignition. All the while flashes of memories of the young women suffering in there, then at Camila who he tried to save. Was he really just going to abandon them? Could he forgive himself for that? Would he be proving his brother and sister right about him? More importantly, what would Mirabelle, Lyca, and Uncle Andrew and Vanessa think of him? His eyes shot open and as he pulled the key out gripping it tightly. Dammit, dammit, dammit what the hell am I doing?!, Caleb screamed internally before getting out of the vehicle and going to the back opening of the van doors. He began to search through the boxes for anything could use then looked through his pockets for his phone. It was gone. He cursed to himself before a thought occurred to him; the Fat Bastard said he left HIS phone on the dashboard. Caleb went to the passenger seat to search the dashboard and found it. He pressed the power button bringing up menu screen and swiped up-luckily, there was no lock screen. Caleb winced slightly at his wallpaper which consisted of a naked Monoeye girl with her legs spread revealing everything and tears in her eyes. That poor girl. Caleb grumbled in disgust before activating the camera feature turning the flash on high. He went over to the license plate on the van and snapped a couple pics of it then went to the other car and did the same. He then sent the images along with a short message to the one person he knows can help.
"Come on, please get it.", Caleb muttered to himself going back to the van and looking through the vehicle and boxes again. One of the boxes he found a mini megaphone, several empty red, white and blue wine bottles like the ones he saw at the stands earlier, a tactical flashlight, a large battery powered fan, and bunch of extension chords. The other was filled with an assortment of female clothes, probably for the succubi they captured. He then search around the glove compartment and under the seats rummaging through trash and...other things(cringe). He managed to find a taser, still with plenty of voltage, super glue and a few fireworks. Caleb looked at what he had to work with and nodded as his internal light bulb went off. He had a plan.
" Alright sometimes...the only fuckin way is the hard way.", Caleb ruminated a phrase of his late father's picking up the fan and flashlight and looking up YouTube on the phone.
*********Meanwhile**********
It was 3:00am at the Bizzell household and a police car could be seen flashing outside alongside Sterling's car. Mirabelle and Lyca had called Sterling and the police, reporting Caleb had gone missing. After, they went through the crime scene they took them back to Caleb's house for questioning and to make sure no accomplices were in the area. Lyca strongly insisted that they simply track him down using her keen sense of smell. However, Sterling knew it would be dangerous to go running into a Caleb's kidnappers' hideout without backup or Intel. Through much convincing on his part and a little from Mirabelle, she reluctantly submitted.
Inside Lyca was pacing back and biting at a pillow and whining like a wounded puppy in between low growls. Mirabelle wasn't doing much better as shakily handed the police officers each a cup of coffee from a serving tray all while a look of complete worry as she tried to fight back tears. They each took a cup thanking her before continuing their report. Sterling sat at the kitchen counter massaging away a migraine and adding a little bourbon to his coffee. Normally, he would be upset about being called up so late at night but after he heard Mirabelle in such distress over the phone AND Caleb was missing he instantly flew into overdrive.
"OK, you last saw him when you left the park. You each went back to retrieve something you misplaced and when you returned he was nowhere in sight with his phone on the ground, on the opposite side of the street, and blood present.", said one of the police officers holding an evidence bag with Caleb's phone in it.
" Y-yes *sniff*", Mirabelle said shakily wiping her eyes as Sterling gave the man an inquisitive stare.
"We're very sorry ma'am. We just need any information we can get to help find him. But, please can you two answer a couple more questions?", Another police officer said looking at Lyca and Mirabelle. Both looked at him with despairing eyes causing him to rub his throat nervously.
" Yes" "Yes", both of them said in unison.
" Right, so. Did your host have any enemies? Anyone who had any kind of grievance or malice towards the police officer asked taking out a clipboard.
"N-No, of course not. Chief is the kindest, most patient guy I ever met. He's nice to everyone and anyone ever did want to hurt him I'd find out and I'd tear'em a new asshole!", Lyca snarled digging her claws into the pillow nearly ripping it apart.
The police, Mirabelle, Sterling stared at the agitated werewolf as she mean mugged the officer who asked the question.
"... Um, No. Caleb is a kind person.", Mirabelle stated as the officer wrote down something on the clipboard.
" Do you know if your host is involved with any...illegal activity? ", the officer hesitated afraid to ask.
" THE HELL KIND OF QUESTION IS...", Lyca growled before Mirabelle gently placed her hand on her shoulder giving her a pleading expression. Lyca slowly sunk back into her position calming down a bit but still glaring at the officer sending shivers down his spine, "No, he certainly isn't", Lyca said through her teeth. She then jumped over the couch hugging her knees to her chest as she growled lowly biting the pillow.
" O-Ok. Then we need someone to file a missing person's report? Agent Sterling? ",said the officer.
" Yes, please, get it out immediately. ", Sterling said. The officer then finished writing then went to his partner to talk. His partner pulled out a walkie talkie and began putting out a report at the station.
Sterling stood looking at the police then to the Mirabelle who was tearfully trying to comfort a quivering Lyca as her tough facade slowly chipped away. He felt his heart sink into his stomach watching them so worried about their host's safety. He then took out his phone to call a few members from MON to watch the two worried liminals.
Ahhhgg, Bizzell where are you? I hope you're alright, Sterling thought bringing up his contacts before a text message flashed across his screen. He raised an eyebrow as it was from a number unfamiliar to him. His eyes suddenly widened when the name 'Caleb' was present as he skimmed it. He opened the message a bit anxious and noticed to pictures of what appeared to be two different license plates and a message at the bottom...Caleb
" Oh my God, officers, OFFICERS! I just got a message...from CALEB", Sterling stated still reading the message catching everyone's attention. Lyca and Mirabelle tore away from each other in surprise looking at Sterling with their ears fully alert to hear the message.
"OK, it say. : Sterling, it's Caleb. I've been abducted but I managed to escape.", Sterling read aloud. Mirabelle wore a hopeful expression holding her clasped hands together in prayer as tears of joy streamed down her face. Lyca stood up over the couch leaning toward Sterling with a b smile as her tail wagged energetically.
My captors appear to be running an underground liminal sex trafficking ring. Use the license plates I sent of their vehicles to locate us. There's four of them. Previously five, but I got him knocked out tied up in a trench out back. PLEASE HURRY, THEY HAVE GUNS., Sterling finished as both girl's reaction devolved from ecstatic to horror and shock at the last part. Sterling whipped around showing the police the license plate numbers.
"Right, we just sent the numbers to the station. They'll trace the vehicle location then we'll dispatch immediately.", the officer said heading out the door.
" OK, Mirabelle, Lyca, I'll be sending a few agents from MON to look after you in the meantime. Stay in the house and-", Sterling was interrupted when Lyca snatched his phone from behind hold it in vice grip claws.
"Gramps, there's no way in hell we're staying put! Not while the man I adore is in life threatening danger! You're taking us with you!", Lyca proclaimed puffing her chest out with arms crossed trying to look bigger.
"T-That's right! I will not hide while my beloved needs us.", Mirabelle stated with a look of sheer determination.
Sterling gave them both stern looks of disapproval. Then he lingered on Mirabelle, who he could barely recognize right now. They stood like that for a good 30 seconds neither side wavering until Sterling finally conceded. He might be written up for this but fuck it. " Fine, but when things get too dangerous I want you both to do what I say. Got it?"
"YES!" "RIGHT!", both girls answered.
**********BACK AT THE WAREHOUSE**********
" And this one here was grown right on American soil.", Gangster Renolds said walking with the men showing the succubi in cages. He stopped at one of the cages flashing his pistol at the girl to make his point before unlocking it and pulling out of the cage by the arm. The blonde pony-tailed tan-skinned succubi wore a button up white shirt, black stockings, and camo skirt.
"Now this darlin right here. Good facial bone structure, lovely honey blonde hair.", He gripped her cheeks showing displaying her face. The whimpering girl with tears in her eyes shuddered as his filthy hands roamed around her body, "And, as expected of her kind, curves for day, cleavage that can make any baby weep, and buttocks tight as a drum. Yes sir, god bless her soul."
He paused for a second letting the bad pun sink in, "HAA, GET IT? cuz they're devils and they ain't got no souls."
"Booooo, pinchazo. Get off the stage! You suck!", the devil woman taunted getting their attention as Gangster Renolds shot her a vicious glare and was about to cuss her out before being interrupted.
" What about that one? She seems to have quite a bit of fire left in her.", Wick said pointing to the cage
"Ah she's just some parasite we picked up awhile back. We had a bit of trouble with her so we had to rough her up some so she knows her place.", Renolds said.
Wick walked past Renolds towards her cage as his men followed. Renolds then shoved the devil girl from earlier back into her cage. She let out a painful yelp as she landed on tail bone.
Wick stood at her cage examining her from head to toe much to her disgust. He then noticed he slightly torn wing and said to Renolds, " Now, that's no way to treat a lady. Especially one with... so much...potential." He then looked back at Camila, " Tell me, you have a name to match your passion?"
"Jes, first name: Fuck, last name: You", she hissed.
"Hehehe, Charming. A spunky attitude combined with a resolute demeanor.", he then looked her up and down examining her every feature like a judge at a dog show. From her curves to her still torn wing raising an eyebrow with a nod as she glared at him in revulsion, " Hm, and in really good condition all things considered. What's the going rate?"
"It's 5,000 for the smaller ones and between 30-50 for taller ones like that one. But for you, I'll give you a couple small fries for 2,500 each.", Reynalds said with smirk at Camila.
" Very well, I'll take a couple of those lesser devils over there and for Ms. Fuck You over here...I'll pay 35,000", Wick said as Camila's cringed slightly in horror. She then looked over at the two lesser devils he pointed at; they were sisters and they were holding each other crying. She gripped her trembling hand on the cage wire.
Wick snapped his finger and his cohort opened a suitcase taking out several stacks of money and putting them in a plastic bag. He looked back at Camila with raised eyebrow as she barred her long sharp fangs at him.
"But before we proceed, I going to have to examine this one to make sure she's good fit for my collection.", Wick said raising an eyebrow at Camila.
" he he you got it my good man", Renolds snickered walking over to Camila's cage shooting her a vindictive smirk preparing to unlock her cage.
"YOU KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME OR I'LL—", Camila snarled before the sound of a few guns cocking caught her attention and she saw three of Wick's men pointing their pistols at her with Renolds lifting his shirt up revealing his just in case.
" You will be a GOOD little girl and comply. I'd hate to have my money go to waste over a little uncooperative behavior. Consequently, those two little imps over there are…expendable. They would just become a couple house pets anyway. So, either be reasonable or I kill one them and have YOU choose which one lives.", Wick finished with a noticeable venom lacing each word.
Camila clenched her fangs fighting back a few tears as she shook with rage. She arms then hung limply as she looked down dejectedly in defeat. Renolds started to unlock her cage until...
A police siren could be heard from outside the building catching everyone's attention. They look at the large dirty glass window as blue and red lights flashed outside. For all the men there, their blood ran cold as they looked back and forth between each other. Suddenly, a loud voice could heard over a megaphone.
"WE KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE AND WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED. RELEASE THE EXTRA-SPECIES AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP."
Many of the devils in their cages rose up in surprise, hope filling them with realization they were somehow saved. Camila felt the same as a small smile grew on her face. There was also something about the voice on the megaphone, she felt she heard it somewhere.
Wick gritted his teeth in frustration taking out a revolver and pointing it at Renolds temple as the latter sunk down to his knees holding up his hands begging for his worthless life.
"Boy, just what the hell you trying pull here huh? Trying to set me up? You working for the damn cops or that M.O.N. group?!", Wick inquired becoming more agitated by the minute.
" NO, I-I-I-I-I-I don't know what, how or why they know about this place? It's supposed to be out of the way from any state troopers. Hell, no one's been in this place in months.", Renolds spoke pleadingly. Wick looked around intently for a second before asking, "What about your partner? How long does it take to get rid of a little garbage."
"Nah, nah, no Bill, h-he ain't no snitch. Besides he wanted that money just as much as me.", Renolds uttered before he realized Fat Bastard HAS been gone a bit longer than expected.
" THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP."
"Boss, I can see what looks like about two cars. I think they're parked behind the brick walls entrance.", said one of Wick's men.
" Hmm, if we stay here they'll just close in on us. I think we can still sneak out, Andy go check the back for escape routes. Mark go round the side and check out their positions and both of you report back in 3.", he said to his thugs and they complied going out to their positions.
The man came to the back door and cautiously opened it scanning for any officer's with his gun at point. He took a step outside looking off toward where the parked and failing to notice the figure behind him. Next thing he knew he felt a sudden white-hot pain at his neck as he fell to the ground convulsing and dropping his gun into a small pile of dirt. Then feeling a sharp blow to the head knocking him out. He was then dragged over to the trench where Fat Bastard lay still unconscious.
Two down, the assailant thought putting the taser away and picking up the gun that the guy dropped. He then heard footsteps approaching from the side of the building and ducked inside through the back door hiding in darkness behind a wood pile.
"What the hell? Why aren't they saying nothin' now?!", Renolds exclaimed looking out at the still flashing lights, " It came from out back. Are they trying sneak their way in?"
"Shut the fuck up. I don't think they know just how many of us they're dealing with, how many monsters are in here, or what kind of firepower we have. Hell, they probably not sure if it's just humans running this operation., Wick said rubbing his temple with the butt of his revolver, " They could just be waiting for backup like that MON squad to arrive."
Wick then looked around at the devils who mostly now had more relaxed expressions on their faces. He stood up snapping them out of their thought and began walking around as the sets of black and multicolored eyes followed him cautiously.
"~Heh, looks like somebody's getting scared~", Camila hummed catching both his and Renolds attention. In a fit of rage, Renolds ran walked up to her cage with pure frustration at the sharp-tongued woman.
" YOU SHUT YUR GODDAMN WHORE MOUTH.", be shouted brandishing his pistol at her forehead as she simply smirked at him. He felt the urge to pull that trigger and end her right now.
"Hey, you need to calm your ass down. We need as many hostages as possible. Right now, these little cum dumpsters are our only leverage.", Wick said walking up next to Renolds.
" When the 9 hells did you start calling the shots?!", Renolds retorted with clear discontent.
"Since you and your partner apparently COULDN'T keep this business on the motherfuckin down low", Wick snarled back at him causing Reynold to recoil back. He could help but feel that he was probably right and a migraine shot through his skull as he tried to compose himself to no avail.
" Gah...I ju-...AND WHERE THE FUCK IS BILL? BILL!", Renolds screamed out still curious about his absent partner.
Suddenly the door leading out to the side of slowly creeper open catching the criminal's attention. The readied their firearms for who was about to come the through. The door opened wider as a humanoid figure came through. They prepared to fire but quickly withdrew upon realizing it was one of Wick's men. He then walked to his boss with a somewhat confused expression.
"Well...what did you see? How many are out there? What are their positions?",Wick inquired before noticing the man's awkward expression, " Mark, man What? What's up?"
"Uhhh...you uh", he paused for a second, " You guys might wanna come out and see this?"
He held open the door for them to follow. They were still wary because of the police lights still flashing but reluctantly followed him. They weren't worried about the devils as they were locked up tight.
As the men left outside, they failed to notice a figure watching them leave from the shadows. He snuck out from the darkness coming slightly into the light. One the smaller devils took notice of him immediately letting out a startled chirp and alerting the others to his presence.
...
Outside of the building Wick and Renolds followed cautiously behind Mark whom just casually strolled on much to their confusion. He went up to the brick and stock just above where the police lights were flashing. By no police car was in sight. Both men went up to the brick wall and Mark pulled down what was producing the lights.
A large fan with its screen taken off had three glass bottles glued to the they spun, a tactical flashlight, which had been glued diagonally to the fan, shown an intense light on the glass as the spun producing flashes. So bright it hurt their eyes to look at it forces Mark to turn of the flashlight. Each of them gave each other odd looks then to the contraption that had deceived. Wick was the first to speak up.
"What...in the hell...am I looking at?", He asked incredulously.
" Is...Is my flashlight I got off Amazon? ", Renolds asked as the other two men each raised an eyebrow at him.
...
The devils each murmured to each other as they gazed curiously at the dark-skinned man walked up to them holding a set of keys in his right hand. Camila starred blankly in utter shock, mouth agape trying to find the right words to say. She stood gripping her cage and uttered, " Wha?..H-How?...I...you"
"He he it's good to see you again too.", Caleb chuckled lightly rubbing the back of his head.
Ohhhhh—K, that looks like a good place to leave off. Now, with this semester slowly creeping up on me, I might decide to go on a hiatus for a little while. I'll still be writing, but mostly be focused on my engineering classes (especially Mechanics of Materials and Intro to EE, that shit is gonna be a nightmare *wink*). Now I want to give a little shout out to a couple writers on this sight: Superairraptor and demonblade3 if you like the Monster Musume franchise go and check out their content and support them too. Especially my boi demonblade3, he's been having a very rough and could use the love. Alright, as usual, Fav, Follow, Comment and all that wonderfulness. PEACE FAM!