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Poppy
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- Joined
- Sep 5, 2017
Bay City was rife with crime, and there wasn’t much that could be done about it. For generations, there had been warring mob bosses and syndicates. Each one vied for control of the city, and all of the spoils that came with it. Countless politicians and police officers were corrupted and paid off, pledging allegiance to one gang or another. It had gotten so bad that the police actually advised the citizens to not leave their houses after dark. When night fell, the town belonged to the gangs. And there was nothing they could do to attempt to change things. They lacked the manpower, along with the desire, thanks to the cash lining their pockets.
The Vermilion gang was one of the city’s oldest and most feared. The boss had control of this gang ever since he was in his teens, and was now in his sixties. Julian Vermilion ruled Bay City with an iron fist, the other gangs even respecting him. He made sure everyone had an area that they were allowed to manage, and that the gang’s main money makers didn’t interfere with others.
Julian’s gag focused on kidnapping and ransom, followed up by sex trafficking. Some gangs specializes in drugs, prostitution or sex slave trafficking. There were even more illicit activities, like chop shops for stolen vehicles, forging documents or even managing fights. Julian’s wife had passed away giving birth to his only child, Vivian Vermilion. She was prepared from birth in order to assume leadership duties one day. Her beauty was renowned in the city, with her long straight blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes.
This particular evening, Vivian was entering the warehouse district that her family managed. She arrived in a stretch black limo, stepping out. The blonde stunner was escorted by three imposing body guards, who opened the doors for her. They were heavily tattooed and packing heat, but it was hard to tell such thanks to the finely tailored designer suits they wore. The typical manner in which they escorted her consisted of Vivian being flanked on either side, one taking the rear. Ear pieces were in place, able to communicate with her father and each other at a moment’s notice. There wasn’t a price that Julian wasn’t willing to spend in order to ensure his daughter’s safety.
At the door, their party was met by a mousey small girl with glasses who bowed repeatedly to her. During the day, the area operated under the law, importing and exporting goods. But at night, the product changed. Instead, it was women and men bought and sold. Sometimes there was even a live auction at a club that had been built at another building on the end of the pier. There were multiple stories to the warehouse she was entering, heels clicking on the concrete flooring as she headed for the freight elevator to go to the highest floor, the 8th. The woman kept up with her, clipboard in hand. She typically helped to translate in the sales of the flesh market, but tonight, she had a different job than normal.
“Everything go as I planned it?” Vivian raised a hand so the woman would stop bowing to her.
“Of course, we made certain that everything went off without a hitch!” The woman reassured her, nodding vigorously. “Currently, he’s precisely where you requested. He’s been restrained to a standard wooden chair that has been reinforced if he tries to break it. But with as drugged that his drinks were, he shouldn’t be waking up until you do so. We used the ropes you asked for, and stocked the room with the necessary items for the duration of his stay.”
“Good.” Vivian nodded. She had hired one of her gang’s elite escorts, a girl typically used to seduce and gain the loyalty of the heads of the police force and politicians. The gorgeous Indian woman was tasked with targeting the son of a billionaire that was doing his best to clean up Bay City. It was too easy for her to approach him at the bar he went to that evening, spiking his drinks in order to render him unconsciousness. Once the young man passed out, it was a strike team from the Vermilion gang that swept in. They took him out of the club and to the very location that Vivian was headed for.
The manner in which she dressed certainly didn’t make her seem like a future leader of the Vermilion gang. The blonde girl had an eyebrow piercing, naval piercing and even more that couldn’t be seen thanks to her clothes. Not to mention a copious amount of tattoos across her toned body. She wore a ragged pair of daisy duke jeans, with a garter belt and ripped thigh high stockings. The only thing that covered her chest was a tattered designer t-shirt. It was just enough to cover her nipples, showcasing her cleavage and even some under boob.
For as distressed as her clothing looked, her accessories more than made up for it. She tended to gather jewelry from the various kills that her gang made, members bringing it to her as if it were offerings. Vivian preferred gold, decked out in plenty of items that showed her gang’s loyalty. Many of the men in the group would die for her, and she knew it. Vivian demanded no less than absolute obedience from her associates. When she said jump, they said how high. To finish off her outfit, she wore a large fur coat. It was a chilly fall day, enhanced by the rain falling outside. But even if it would have been in the heat of summer, she would still walk around in the expensive coat. It helped her cut an intimidating figure, and she was thankful for it.
Her father had entrusted with this very important task, in order to prove her worth to the family and any of the other gang members who might have had their reservations about her taking over as Boss one day. The elevator moved up the shaft, creaking to a halt as it arrived to the appointed floor. Vivian stepped out, the small entourage following behind her. Two of the men moved to sweep the room and check any windows to ensure they were locked and secured, sheets of heavy steel covering them.
Inside this room, the victim of the kidnapping scheme would have no concept of the passing of time. There was a table to the side, near the elevator, spread out with all sorts of items to torture a man both sexually and physically. The decoration in the room was sparse. In addition to the chair that the victim sat on, there was a leather over stuffed arm chair, matching couch in black and a rickety looking cot. There was a locked door to the side, which led to a small bathroom. The only other item was a refrigerator humming softly to the side.
The walls were stripped down to the concrete, stained with blood stains and the scrapings of aged paint. This level was typically used for torture sessions, the terrible lighting in the mostly dark room helping to set the mood. Plenty of people who had entered never made it out alive. Vivian nodded in approval, the assistant breathing a sigh of relief as she thanked her profusely.
“Boys, feel free to wait downstairs. If you don’t mind doing me a favor, have Miss Kobayashi point you to the problem girls and fuck them raw to set them straight. I’ll call you when I’m ready to head down.” Vivian informed them, dismissing the woman with a wave of her hand. The men had little to no fear for the buxom blonde, knowing she was capable of defending herself. Not to mention, the piercing in her upper left ear was actually a gps and monitoring device. At a moment’s notice, they could tell if her pulse stopped or any other distress she was experiencing. The men stepped to leave, appreciating that Vivian was thoughtful enough to look after their sexual needs.
Vivian stood before the passed out man, a smile on her face. It was sinister, taking a moment to appreciate the larger man before pulling a hand back. She struck him across his face with an opened hand, the noise reverberating in the room. “Wakey wakey~!” The blonde girl used a sing song voice, reaching out a finely manicured hand to grip the front of his hair, yanking his head up so that she would be the first thing he saw.
The Vermilion gang was one of the city’s oldest and most feared. The boss had control of this gang ever since he was in his teens, and was now in his sixties. Julian Vermilion ruled Bay City with an iron fist, the other gangs even respecting him. He made sure everyone had an area that they were allowed to manage, and that the gang’s main money makers didn’t interfere with others.
Julian’s gag focused on kidnapping and ransom, followed up by sex trafficking. Some gangs specializes in drugs, prostitution or sex slave trafficking. There were even more illicit activities, like chop shops for stolen vehicles, forging documents or even managing fights. Julian’s wife had passed away giving birth to his only child, Vivian Vermilion. She was prepared from birth in order to assume leadership duties one day. Her beauty was renowned in the city, with her long straight blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes.
This particular evening, Vivian was entering the warehouse district that her family managed. She arrived in a stretch black limo, stepping out. The blonde stunner was escorted by three imposing body guards, who opened the doors for her. They were heavily tattooed and packing heat, but it was hard to tell such thanks to the finely tailored designer suits they wore. The typical manner in which they escorted her consisted of Vivian being flanked on either side, one taking the rear. Ear pieces were in place, able to communicate with her father and each other at a moment’s notice. There wasn’t a price that Julian wasn’t willing to spend in order to ensure his daughter’s safety.
At the door, their party was met by a mousey small girl with glasses who bowed repeatedly to her. During the day, the area operated under the law, importing and exporting goods. But at night, the product changed. Instead, it was women and men bought and sold. Sometimes there was even a live auction at a club that had been built at another building on the end of the pier. There were multiple stories to the warehouse she was entering, heels clicking on the concrete flooring as she headed for the freight elevator to go to the highest floor, the 8th. The woman kept up with her, clipboard in hand. She typically helped to translate in the sales of the flesh market, but tonight, she had a different job than normal.
“Everything go as I planned it?” Vivian raised a hand so the woman would stop bowing to her.
“Of course, we made certain that everything went off without a hitch!” The woman reassured her, nodding vigorously. “Currently, he’s precisely where you requested. He’s been restrained to a standard wooden chair that has been reinforced if he tries to break it. But with as drugged that his drinks were, he shouldn’t be waking up until you do so. We used the ropes you asked for, and stocked the room with the necessary items for the duration of his stay.”
“Good.” Vivian nodded. She had hired one of her gang’s elite escorts, a girl typically used to seduce and gain the loyalty of the heads of the police force and politicians. The gorgeous Indian woman was tasked with targeting the son of a billionaire that was doing his best to clean up Bay City. It was too easy for her to approach him at the bar he went to that evening, spiking his drinks in order to render him unconsciousness. Once the young man passed out, it was a strike team from the Vermilion gang that swept in. They took him out of the club and to the very location that Vivian was headed for.
The manner in which she dressed certainly didn’t make her seem like a future leader of the Vermilion gang. The blonde girl had an eyebrow piercing, naval piercing and even more that couldn’t be seen thanks to her clothes. Not to mention a copious amount of tattoos across her toned body. She wore a ragged pair of daisy duke jeans, with a garter belt and ripped thigh high stockings. The only thing that covered her chest was a tattered designer t-shirt. It was just enough to cover her nipples, showcasing her cleavage and even some under boob.
For as distressed as her clothing looked, her accessories more than made up for it. She tended to gather jewelry from the various kills that her gang made, members bringing it to her as if it were offerings. Vivian preferred gold, decked out in plenty of items that showed her gang’s loyalty. Many of the men in the group would die for her, and she knew it. Vivian demanded no less than absolute obedience from her associates. When she said jump, they said how high. To finish off her outfit, she wore a large fur coat. It was a chilly fall day, enhanced by the rain falling outside. But even if it would have been in the heat of summer, she would still walk around in the expensive coat. It helped her cut an intimidating figure, and she was thankful for it.
Her father had entrusted with this very important task, in order to prove her worth to the family and any of the other gang members who might have had their reservations about her taking over as Boss one day. The elevator moved up the shaft, creaking to a halt as it arrived to the appointed floor. Vivian stepped out, the small entourage following behind her. Two of the men moved to sweep the room and check any windows to ensure they were locked and secured, sheets of heavy steel covering them.
Inside this room, the victim of the kidnapping scheme would have no concept of the passing of time. There was a table to the side, near the elevator, spread out with all sorts of items to torture a man both sexually and physically. The decoration in the room was sparse. In addition to the chair that the victim sat on, there was a leather over stuffed arm chair, matching couch in black and a rickety looking cot. There was a locked door to the side, which led to a small bathroom. The only other item was a refrigerator humming softly to the side.
The walls were stripped down to the concrete, stained with blood stains and the scrapings of aged paint. This level was typically used for torture sessions, the terrible lighting in the mostly dark room helping to set the mood. Plenty of people who had entered never made it out alive. Vivian nodded in approval, the assistant breathing a sigh of relief as she thanked her profusely.
“Boys, feel free to wait downstairs. If you don’t mind doing me a favor, have Miss Kobayashi point you to the problem girls and fuck them raw to set them straight. I’ll call you when I’m ready to head down.” Vivian informed them, dismissing the woman with a wave of her hand. The men had little to no fear for the buxom blonde, knowing she was capable of defending herself. Not to mention, the piercing in her upper left ear was actually a gps and monitoring device. At a moment’s notice, they could tell if her pulse stopped or any other distress she was experiencing. The men stepped to leave, appreciating that Vivian was thoughtful enough to look after their sexual needs.
Vivian stood before the passed out man, a smile on her face. It was sinister, taking a moment to appreciate the larger man before pulling a hand back. She struck him across his face with an opened hand, the noise reverberating in the room. “Wakey wakey~!” The blonde girl used a sing song voice, reaching out a finely manicured hand to grip the front of his hair, yanking his head up so that she would be the first thing he saw.
