Honestly, what was she thinking? That she'd hop on a boat, escape, and be free of them? Or she'd find someone who would help her get back to her homeland, wherever that is, and live happily ever after. Schultz marveled at the stupidity of desperate people and sighed as he and three of his colleagues cornered the woman in an alley near the docks.
"Alright, it's over. Don't make this any harder and just come back with us." He said.
"Please just let me go; I can't take it anymore," said the woman with a heavy Eastern European accent. "Just me. You can let one go..."
"No, can't do hon'" Said Schultz's colleague Jackson Brice, otherwise known as Montana, with his annoying southern accent. It wouldn't be annoying if he didn't speak too much. And didn't force it either. "You know how it goes; we let one slip, and then all the others come beggin'. Besides, you've been workin' for only a short time; it can't be that bad. If you come nice an' easy then maybe I'll pay a visit soon..."
"ENOUGH! If you scare the cyka then it will be harder to get her back." That was Alex O'Hirn, born as Aleksei Sytsevich, ex-bratva, and currently very angry. Maybe because he has a short temper. Or maybe because he was very busy with another prostitute when the call came this one escaped. Probably both. He had just a hint of a Russian accent, but he only said words in his native tongue when he lost his temper. The only other person without an accent, except for Schultz, was Flint Marko but he probably won't say a word. He was only in it for the money and didn't find this kind of job very amusing. Sometimes Herman Schultz wished his other friends would follow the same kind of street professionalism.
"Oh, come on, I wasn't scaring you, sugar, now was I?" Said Montana while walking over to the escapade. " I was just makin' an of, fondant I think she kinda likes what she... AH YOU FUCKIN' BITCH! "
She slapped him! Why would she make it this hard for herself? Honestly, how stupid is she? Just to see his point proven he watched as Montana gave her a backhanded slap then just before she could collapse he grabbed her by the throat
"You think you can play hard on me, sugar?" And he hit her right in her guts. Now that was overboard.
"HEY, calm down and stop damaging the product!" ordered Schultz
"Easy there; I heard some customers like their gal a little bruised," Said Montana, sending a significant glance at Alex.
"Yes, but we like to hurt them ourselves, idiot." Replied O'Hirn. Schultz saw Flint flinch at that, and his jaw tightened, but only for a moment before his face shifted back to neutrality. Just one more like him would be enough, he thought.
"Alright, Montana let go of her throat," He started," and tied her hands up. O'Hirn stuffed this little silk cloth in her mouth so she wouldn't scream, and then let's get going. I have other matters to attend to this evening."
"Me too" replied Alex, and then did as he was ordered to. Flint had already gotten the car keys when Montana spoke up
"Hey, why won't you finish up with this one? " He asked and smiled at the girl. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind."
"Why won't you ask her that? "Asked a new voice. All of them tensed up and looked around but saw no one else in the alley. Suddenly, something shot down from above and ripped the silk cloth out of the woman's mouth, who started begging as soon as she could.
"Please, I...I'll... I'll do anything just don't hurt me..."
"SHUT UP, BITCH" Roared Alex while still holding her hands behind her back.
"Now-now, I thought we would hear out what she thinks of your offer, and I'm afraid it looks like she's not interested," said the voice mockingly. He sounded very young." And how can you speak like that, gentlemen, in the presence of a lady no less? Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?"
