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Purpose	By : BastetGoddess Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 5991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Three Years Later

Merick
Humans are disgusting…
That’s my only word for them. Disgusting. What about them that was fascinating is something that I will never understand.
They polute their home world. Soil the ground they walk on, poison the air they breathe, fill their water with oil and waste and use wasteful resources for energy. There was a reason why only a handful of these creatures were blessed with gifts.
I can see why my Father decided to hide away to Avalon and the Underground away from the humans after King Arthur came to rest. As well as all mythical creatures. Also why Atlas keeps Atlantis underwater. Humans nowhere near worthy to be apart of or world unless they can prove themselves.
And so far I’ve seen nothing in my two thousand years. Of course my siblings think otherwise. As if I care.
Imbeciles.
So why am I wasting my time here in this Domain? Well as much as I despise these clowns, there is some mild amusement. I put on glamour to cover my Fae appearance and pretend to be an executive of a corporation. Just to see how far some of these things go. To be honest, I destroy them when I find something…questionable.
This my third meeting with Mr. James Strakens. He found my expertise with companies quite fascinating. So now he once to show me his most prized possessions. This should be interesting.
I walked into the large penthouse lobby and was greeted by the receptionist. “Can you please inform Mr. Strakens that Jameson Kenneth has arrived? He’s expecting me.”
The red-haired giggled and picked up the phone, “Of course, Sir!”
Hmmm. I’d have to admit that humans can make good bed partners. It’s been a while. She might do later tonight. Then again they got so needy.
She nodded into the phone and then hung up, “He expecting you. Let me unlock the elevator for you!” She stood out of her seat.
Yes, she’ll do. “I didn’t know elevators had keys.”
She giggled again and pressed a few numbers on the key pad. “Only for the penthouse suites.” She turned serious. “Everyone who lives on the top ten floors are protected.”
“Are they now?” I asked. “Interesting.”
She sighed when the elevator dinged open. “Well enjoy your visit! Mr. Strakens is on the twentieth floor.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Don’t mention it!” Then she sauntered off as the elevator doors closed shut.
I stood there, hands behind my back, listening to the multiple dings as the contraption went up the floors. Another horrid contraption. Don’t they realize that these things could disable at any minute.
As soon as the doors opened on the top I quickly exited the metal box. In front of me stood one door. This man must have the whole floor to himself. Not bad. I knocked twice and was met with a old petite maid.
“I’m here to see-“
“I just clean carpet! Careful!” She ushered me in. “Men always dirty.”
Now when was the last time she’s been shagged?
“Ah, Mr. Kenneth!”
I smirked. “Mr. Strakens,”
He shook my hand with a toothy smile. “Welcome welcome! I’m so glad that you were able to make it.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” What a large man. I keep forgetting every time I see him. And crooked teeth. “So, show me this collection of yours.”
He grinned. “Of course come this way!” He led me into the main sitting room and showed me some of his pieces. “This statue is from Milan in excellent condition. And this here is from Greece! And this…!” Then on and on.
After literally thirty minutes of non-stop talk of all of these art pieces he stopped to smirk at me. “I can see that I am boring you.”
I shook my head. “No no not at all.”
He waved his hand, “Tut tut. Let me show you my real collection.”
That made me raise a brow. “Real collection? Pray tell.”
His smile was shameless. “Right this way.” He led me down the hallway to the left and we were met with a large metal door. He pressed a few buttons on a keypad then turned and chuckled. “Now, Mr. Kenneth. I give you, my most prized possessions!”
The door opened automatically revealing a room dimly lit with spotlights surrounding the room. There were six round beds divided along each wall. Each one had light purple silk blankets and had a canopy of beads surrounding them.Also…each one contained a barely dressed woman spread out against the mattress.
Good Gods…
“My lovely girls. Bought them myself at auctions. Always a hefty price. But in the end it’s worth it. I sell them for $500 an hour and believe, men pay for it.”
Most of these women weren’t even conscious! They all had numerous needle marks on their arms, along with cuts and bruises. Sickening!
“This one is my favorite.” He’d already made it to back of the wall and moved a curtain aside. “Bought her a couple years ago and still going strong.” I bit back my growl and followed behind him.
This room was much more posh. There was large bed in the center surrounded by curtains and candles, dimly lit. It appeared to be similar to a master bedroom. If it weren’t for the motionless woman lying there.
She was dressed in a revealing red lace negligee that went down to her knees, which were bare. Her legs were curled into her stomach with her bare arms wrapped around them. Long black hair covered her face and spread over the sheets.
“Wake up!” He snarled next startling me. “Time for some service. Get up.”
The woman shuffled for a minute before lifting herself onto her arms. Her hair still covered her face, so I couldn’t see her appearance.
Mr. Strakens walked up to the edge of the bed, undoing his belt. “On your knees.” She obediently sat up on her knees before him and he grabbed her hair so she could look at him. “Do it right.” Then he let her go.
I could then see her face. Unfortunately it was covered in black blue, her left eye swollen, and a split lip. But her eyes, I could se clearly. A deep green. A very deep green. Why was that familiar?
She let her head fall down before leaning and doing as he demanded. He grabbed her breast and squeezed it as she performed on him.
“My best one,” He grunted. “I’ve just about broke her. But she still keeps trying to fight.” He looked down at her and licked his lips. “She keeps mumbling about goblins and kings in her sleep. Don’t make any sense.”
My body froze. This was her. The one who defeated the Labyrinth. Who bested the Goblin King at his own game.
Sarah Williams…
I had to get my brother…
I had to get Jareth!
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