Property

Chapter One Damaged property.

I stare down at his bruised body, another piece of property damaged, dammit.

A group of employee's surround him, one of them finishes buckling his belt.

"What happened here?"

They nervously whisper amongst themselves, before pushing a short brunette with hazel eyes forward.

"What happened here?" I repeat aggravated.

"We punished a disobedient slave."

"Is that so?"

"Uh. . . Yes sir."

"What did he do?" I cross my arms irritated.

"He refused protocol"

"What was that?"

"The initiation Blow-job"

"It looks like you did allot more than the protocol punishment.""

I look over to the slave curled into a
fetal position, his naked body shivering on the hard concrete, stained with his blood.

"When he refused we bent him over and took turns, he refused further so we beat him."

I gesture my finger to the short brunette, he shakily walks toward me, as soon as he comes into reach I grab him and turn him towards the others, his weak arm bent behind him.

"Let him be an example to you all."

"What? No!" He screams as I pull my gun from it's holster, and shoot him in the side of his head.

"From now on, refused protocol is remedied by a cold, power wash shower."

They stare at me blankly.

"Understood?"

"Understood." They say in unison, their voices slightly cracked.

"Get back to work, and clean this up." I gesture to the short brunettes limp body.

They hurry to clean up the body, and get out of my sight. I walk forward to the shaking slave and place my hand on his side, he winces from the pain.

"Shit" I mumble under my breath. A slave injured this badly is a waste of time, space, and money. Under normal circumstances I would put them down, to avoid wasting recourses, but his skinny defenseless body made me feel soft, a feeling I'm not used to.
I pick him up bridal style, he weakly looks up at me, his eyes in a daze.
"What. . ." His voice cracks, interrupting the start of his sentence.
"Shhhh don't talk, you'll just hurt yourself"
He turns his head towards my chest and his eyes slowly shut.
I carry him to the medical facility, the slave agency, which I happen to be co owner of, is very large cruise ship, abandoned by Poseidon's reef cruises, before my father bought it for a decent price, we were running our company out of a mansion in California, but the police were slowly catching on so we ditched the place. We had a much better medical facility in the mansion, we had at least six doctors on staff, and a few slaves we recycled as nurses, but now it's just Doctor Kimmel, a short Arabian man with large glasses and a five o'clock shadow.

"Good morning Seth."

I carry the slave onto the blood covered hospital bed.

"He's injured bad."

"What did you do this time?" Doctor Kimmel raises an eyebrow, he doesn't agree with the agency, but he feels he's hope for the slaves, I don't see it that way, but whatever makes him happy.

"I didn't do it this time."

"Do you want a quick clean up?"

"No, this slave needs full medical attention."

Dr. Kimmel gives me a confused look. "something special about this one?"

I shrug, what was special about this one?

"Nah, I just think he's worth good profit that's all."

"Whatever you think sir." Dr. Kimmel shoots me a flashy grin, he obviously doesn't buy my statement.

"This may take some time."

"How long?"

"Damage like this? I can have him cleaned up, assessed and bandaged in at least two hours, however actual healing time could be days, weeks, even months without proper care."

"I'll be back in a couple hours, I'll arrange a safe place for recovery."

"Are you sure you're willing to use expensive medicine on him?"

"What did I say? Just fix him up Doc."

"yes sir." Dr. Kimmel rushes to prepare things as I leave his office, what the hell did I just agree to, why the hell would I help this kid?

I walk back through the ship, I keep a clean facility, buyers get something here that you normally don't find, clean slaves. However I don't spend to much in care, just salvation army clothes and sheets, still it's better than the shit most agency's have. Buyers prefer clean STD free slaves.

"Seth!" I glance up to see a tall man, in a crisp black suit with thin purple stripes, his freshly ironed tie matches perfectly.
"Hello father."
"I'm glad you skipped the formality."
"Get to the point, I'm a very impatient man"
"Man? In my eyes you're still a little boy sucking on your mothers titties"
"I said get to the point" I say through my teeth.
"We're having a party on Saturday, as co owner I expect you to be there, bring a slave."
"You know I don't keep personal slaves, I don't bring my work home with me."
"My reputation is on the line Seth, if you don't 'keep slaves' then what does that say about me? About the company? Just man up and get yourself one."
I glare at him, personal slaves are a waste of time, I prefer solitary when I come home, not the cries of weak human beings begging for there freedom. I'm never home anyway, they would have to spend their lives tied to a wall or I would have bi-weekly search parties for escapees.
"Are you even listening to me Seth?"
"I'll look into it" I walk away trying my hardest to ignore him.
"You'll look into it?"
"That's what I said." I say aggravated as I continue to walk away from him.
I spend the next couple hours filing paperwork and supervising the security crew, before I head back to the clinic to check on my little medical case.
"How is he doc?"
"I'm sure he's been Better. . . He has a broken rib, somebody must have kicked him pretty hard in his sides, Other than that he's just badly bruised, and his arm was cut open, the bleeding thankfully stopped, but you'll want to change out that bandage tonight before bed."
"May I see him?"
"I gave him some pretty high does drugs to numb the pain, he might still be sleeping."
"I still want to see him."
"As you wish sir." Dr. kimmel gestures his hand forward opening the mint green curtain.
He lays limp on a clean hospital bed, his bare chest wrapped in bandages, his lower half only covered by a thin blue blanket.
"I didn't know he'd be naked."
"We're not an official hospital, we don't have gowns, I had to strip him to see the full damage, is there a problem sir?"
"No, was there damage below the belt?"
"There was bruising and nail marks on his lower back."
"Shit" I mumble under my breath.
I approach the bed, his breathing is slow, but not steady. I turn his wrist over to read his slave ID "60075" I say aloud.
"Do you want me to ask the main office for his name?"
"That would be great, thanks doc."
He makes a quick phone call to the receptionist, and returns to the office with a tan folder in his hand.
"I can do you one better, here's his file."
I take it from Dr. kimmel, reading the main title.
"60075 - Taylor Anderson."
"Taylor" I say softly.
"Do you want Taylor to sleep in the clinic tonight?"
"Thank you doc, but I have a recovery location."
"You're being oddly generous today sir?"
"You think."
The docs face turns into an expression of horror.
"You're going to kill him aren't you? Is this some kind of sick joke to you?"
I chuckle. "he's coming home with me, I have an extra room for his recovery."
"But sir, you've never taken a slave home?"
"He's not a personal slave, this is a business matter."
"Whatever you say sir."
I sigh, God is Kimmel smug.