They looked down at the floor unsure if they were trading one master for another.
“ Big man you are,” the woman growled, “subjugating innocent women and children to fill your pockets. I wonder if I was to ask them all what I should do with you. What do you think they would say?”
Yuri swallowed hard looking up at the group of women and children that he tormented, terrorized, and forced to do his will enduring rape, torture, and humiliation just to make him wealthy. Some had the courage to lift their eyes and look at him. All of those eyes that met his gaze had hatred and rage in them.
“ The reason why I am not going to ask them is because I already know what the answer would be, and I won’t allow your filthy blood to be on their hands,” she said. “However, that doesn’t let you off the hook. You’re my bitch now. You can come in!”
To everyone’s surprise, a woman wearing a black biker helmet covering her identity in a full skin tight leather bike outfit with matching boots and gloves strolled through the massive hole that use to be the entrance to the bar/brothel. She stood next to the superwoman looking down at Yuri. The superwoman reached into Yuri’s back pocket pulling out his wallet to look at his ID as he squealed.
“ Yuri Bondarchuk,” she announced, “you have been found guilty of kidnapping, slavery, rape, molestation, and sexual assault of women and minors, distribution of narcotics to unwilling parties as well as minors, and murder. Your sentence, which is to be carried out immediately, is a life sentence to live just as you have treated others… as a whore in my stable.”
She pulled Yuri up to his feet yoking him up by his jawbone to extend his neck. As he gagged, the woman in the bike helmet pulled out what appeared to be a pink collar with a small pink box attached to it. She strapped it around Yuri’s neck and locked it with an unusual key. She then stepped back as the superwoman switched from holding his jaw to grabbing him by his new collar, forcing him to his knees like a dog.
“ You’re new name is Bitch Number Four,” she announced. “The woman standing before you in black is your official handler. You don’t need to know her name. Her job, which she is being paid handsomely to do, is to track you. And I will have you know she was willing to do this gig for free. The collar around your neck is both waterproof, tamper proof, and unbreakable. In fact, the only way you can get it off is to lop your ugly ass head from your shoulders.”
She pulled him up to his feet so that she could look him in the eyes.
“ Your new job is to do what I say,” she sneered. “That entails doing the exact opposite of what you’ve been doing. As of now, you are out of the drug business. You will gut this rat hole that you own, turning it into a proper boarding home. You will then go out and find women and children who are suffering the way you have made these women and children suffer. You will take them in, clothe them properly, feed them, make sure they get a proper education and the work skills that they need to survive. You will protect them. You will be a true father to the weak and defenseless in your country. In addition, while you are doing that you will lobby to effect change for laws to protect women and children. You have six months to do this.”
“ How…” Yuri gagged, “how am I to do this?”
“ Not my problem, bitch,” she snarled yoking him up. “You’re a ho now, and whatever a ho’s got to do to get the job done, he better get it done. If you try to run, I will find you and kill you. If you attempt to find out who your handler is, and she will know if you try, I will find you and kill you slowly and painfully. And if you haven’t done what I just ordered you do in the next six months…”
Out of nowhere she grabbed his right hand and, with a simple squeeze, he wailed as she crushed it. Nadiya and the girls slightly