Fresh meat for sale (JulieinNJ and Squidley)

[squidley]

It was a cool raining night as the man waited in the darkened parking lot of the old bar in one of the worst parts of town. He zipped his coat up just a little higher even while sitting in the dark sedan waiting for the delivery. Rain was falling and the motor to his car was silent, not running, less to conserve fuel than to avoid attention.

He was waiting for the delivery, the package of fresh meat so recently purchased for his use. He had certain tastes, certain desires that were tough to fulfill and the money and power to obtain what he wanted if the price was right and the materials were available. He was also a broker, and so like many dealers he not only sampled his wares but sold them to others.

The package to be delivered tonight was guaranteed fresh, virgin meat never tasted, and he paid dearly for it. It was also illegal, this little business transaction, and the black steel handgun beneath his jacket was to insure the transaction was a little safer, for him at least.

He watched the lights of the delivery van, obsequious white, pull into the lot, the driver hidden in the darkness of the cab. The side door slid open and a thin well dressed man slipped from the stygian darkness to the murky light outside the van. Beside him was the package, still wrapped in common cloth, bound in plastic ties, and a cloth bag upon her head.

The Squid

[JulieinNJ]

She agreed to this at first but changed her mind as even though it would help he family it was not worth selling herself and all that she held dear. She stood in the rain shaking under the clothes hearing the men talk wondering who was buying her and wondering what would happen.

[squidley]

He took the package from his usual meat dealer, a man he trusted only as much as necessary. Both knew the other, and their trade, perhaps the second oldest to man. He felt over the package without unwrapping it, its feminine bits all in place, he even delved beneath her clothing to be sure. Looks were somewhat secondary, but his dealer’s reputation was for only prime cuts and no doubt this was true again this night.

He handed over the small piece of plastic that sealed the barter. It was laughably a gift card, its face values in cash, from a reputable bank. The dealer examined the card, and grunting lightly accepted its twin. The dollar amounts were maxed, but beneath the numbers associated with the automated tracking the federal laws mandated. They would also be resold many times before they were cashed, only some numbers whispered over the phone or sent electronically were necessary to move large amounts of money. Slavery had come into the new century after all and it embraced the new technology as well.

Since she was nothing but property – meat – the buyer spared her no luxury. Opening the trunk, he dumped her unceremoniously into the dark metal cavern; the mandated safety release long removed, and slammed the lid on his new possession. Exchanging grim wordless handshakes, the men departed, each with their desires, one in a stark white van flush with new money, the other in dark sedan, the new owner of a young woman.

The Squid

[JulieinNJ]

she cringed at each touch trying to see through the hood to know what was coming next. As she plopped into the trunk she felt her whole life fade away not knowing what is to come next.

[squidley]

The man drove in silence save for the low noise of the radio and the thrum of the car pacing itself down the road. It was a long drive, several hours to the old farm where he processed his fresh meat into a seasoned product for his customers. Currently his stable was bare, bereft of warm blood, and the old barn that acted as a pen and prison for his procurements was made of piled stone and mortar many feet thick, the heavily barred windows mere slits of dim light to those within.

Strong iron doors had been installed to keep his cargos contained in the shit and blood stained old building where meat animals had met their fate for generations. The original builders, simple farm folk, would have shocked to find the animals he kept there now, but the methods of breaking livestock were familiar to both. When he was done, she would do as told, even if told to walk to her slaughter behind some Judas goat.

Arriving at the farm, he backed the car up to the old barn, opened the door to the building and fetched his prize from the trunk, dumping her upon the stained stone floor of the old building before locking them both in. A few quick cuts with a wicked pocket knife slashed away the plastic ties that held her bound, and then standing he kicked her prone body savagely screaming the first command in her new life, “GET UP SLUT!”

The Squid