War of the Sexes

Chapter 22

I could feel the rope tightly knotted around my skin. It rubbed against me painfully. I tried not to cry out, not wanting to look weak in front of everyone. The rope bound my wrists and ankles together tightly. They tied it around my thighs and upper arms too, to make it seem more realistic.

I guess nothing had been invented that replaced rope yet. Nor good old fashion gagging either. They had shoved something—I wasn’t entirely sure

what—in my mouth and wrapped part of their shirt around it to prevent me from talking. Around my neck was a metallic collar, a leash connected

to it. John held the end of the leash.

I had been roughly shoved on the ground before a small boy in a chair. I felt like a peasant being punished by a king. The situations were very

similar.

John and Clayton stood behind me, one on either side.

“Who are you” the boy asked. I kept my eyes down on the ground, not daring to move.I noticed that his voice hadn’t matured yet. Was this the

same Nerd they were bringing me to?

“John and Clayton” Clayton stuttered out “We need a favor”

“What isthatdoing in my house?” I knew his words were directed to me.

“She’s involved in the favor” John said, actually sounding respectful for once.

There was a pause. I dared to look up.

“What is this favor you ask of me?” the boy asked, looking down at us. I glanced around as everyone spoke, taking in the setting.

It was chrome. Just like all the old TV shows.

“You see, we found her recently” Clayton started “And she must’ve been very young to be on the Boy’s Side. She hasn’t done any harm. We

need you to get her back on the Girl’s Side”

“And return one for their army? I think not!”

“Nerd,” Clayton argued “She hasn’t done anything. John and I have been watching over her. She’s scared shitless. She needs to be with her kind”

I didn’t like how they were talking about this like girls were some sort of mutants.

“And what happens if I get her over to her side? What’s my reward?”

That was John’s cue. He reached into his jacket, pulling out the leather bag from before. It appeared to be holding less, but still looked pretty

heavy.

“200,000. Just for you if you get her to the Girl’s Side” John snapped, jiggling the

bag. I heard the sound of coins moving around and assumed he

was bribing the Nerd.

A moment passed while the Nerd thought about his option. It couldn’t have been that

difficult to get me to the other side of the world that would

make it worth 200,000 of something. I pondered for a moment what the currency was nowadays.

“I don’t think 200,000 is enough for this complex of a task” the Nerd said. “Make it 300,000 and you’ve got yourself a deal”

“If we had that kind of money, we wouldn’t be wasting it on someone like you. Its 200,000. Take it or leave it” John growled menacingly.

“Fine, fine” the Nerd huffed. He held his hand out for the coins.

John smirked, putting the bag back into his jacket. “Now, if I gave you the money now, what’s to say you’ll keep your end of the deal?”