My Kingdom Come Book 1: The Saints We See (Complete)

Chapter 41: Terror

666 standard years after the signing of the Alliance

Isca dragged Mik down Jonat's front steps and threw him into the back of Chentzo's car. Mik tumbled across the floor his shoulder hitting the door on the opposite side before he could right himself and scramble into proper position. Chentzo was already settling himself on the back seat. "Take us to Vittesh's."

There was a slight pause then Isca said, "yes, sir." The car door shut. Isca climbed into the front seat and the car took off. Chentzo stretched his arm out on the back of his seat and impatiently tapped his fingers on the leather. Mik let most of his mind shut down to rest; Jonat poking around in his head had emotionally exhausted him.

"You realize the only way I can sell a bonded Durweh is by the hour, right, slut?"

Mik quickly came back to full consciousness. They had been traveling for about twenty minutes. "Please, master. Surely there's some of my sponsors who are still willing to buy me. I want to serve. I'll gladly obey, even if I can't link to them."

Chentzo chuckled darkly. "Oh don't worry. I'm sure you'll be seeing plenty of your sponsors. I'll have to give them something in return for mismanaging their investment so badly. That is, unless you've suddenly remembered something that will help both of us out if this mess you've created for me to clean up."

Mik swallowed harshly. "No, master."

Chentzo reached down, grabbed Mik's chin and jerked his head up. "You are going to suffer for all the trouble you've caused me, slut. And I'm going to enjoy every bit of your pain."

Mik kept his gaze on Chentzo's right shoulder. "Yes, master."

The car came to a stop. Chentzo roughly shoved Mik's chin away from him. The door opened and Chentzo stepped out. "Come along, slut."

Mik obediently followed Chentzo out of the car. He glanced at his surroundings from the corner of his eye. They were somewhere in the heart of the city. Bright lights and scantily clad slaves invited the crowds of passing sentients to come inside different establishments and partake of assorted pleasures.

Mik was reminded vividly of the day the Jurverian captain had turned him over to Chentzo; of standing in the market, toying with the idea of running. He had chosen to accept slavery rather than bring suffering on other sentients. He thought of Galor screaming in the hold of the ship for days. He swallowed. I didn't run then, and I won't run now.

Chentzo walked towards a door with a long line of well dressed sentients waiting outside. He bypassed the line. The two Ulkaar doormen gave him respectful nod. One of the doormen fell in step with Chentzo as he walked into the club. "Good evening sir, can I get you anything?" He had to shout over the loud music. It was mostly dark inside, there were flashing lights and painted slaves gyrating in cages and on stages around the room. Sentients crowded the dance floor. They parted for the doorman who walked a half-step ahead of Chentzo.

"Tell Vittesh to come to me and bring a few of his off duty security guards and force restraints. I'll be in my private room."

"Yes, sir." The doorman parted from them after they had crossed the dance floor. Chentzo entered a dark hallway lined with doors. Each door had a glowing number on it. The hall stank of fear, pain and pleasure. There were cries of pain behind some of the doors as they passed.

Chentzo walked down to the end of the hall where another Ulkaar waited by an elevator. He had the elevator door open and waiting. "Good evening, sir. Can I send anything up for you?"

"Yes, send up a bottle of xarloff."

"Of course, sir."

Chentzo stepped into the elevator, Mik and Isca followed. Isca pressed a blank button, the elevator doors shut, and the elevator went up.