A Piercing Aquaintance

Epilogue

Clearly, the last chapter needs explaining. But it’s really neither complicated nor shocking in this world of ours.

A deal's a deal.

Though slave Paul had saved Master Charles's life, and assisted in his Master's paramilitary efforts to save the abductees, he was still property — at least in concerned minds.

But, the question comes to the difference between  the mind of Master Charles and that of Hameed and finally whether that even mattered. One might think it would given the consequences  of Hameed's efforts but they all wound up dead. 

At the party, Shelly and the various law-enforcement people from the GBI, organized by Shelly and Alpha, awarded Master Charles, a plaque of honor and bravery, and he and the others involved in freeing  the abductees received many accolades; in the presence of the slave boys from the plane who'd survived, their Masters, and some select friends who'd suffered through the ordeal -- It was John, Alpha, Biddy, and Pud and slave, who also were given honors for their parts. 

The various bondage structures had been removed and replaced with a podium for the tastes, and speeches, of the straight visitors; who, included judges and state officials. Even Stacy Abrams, the governor, sent a spokesperson to deliver a speech. Biddy attended, too. 

Master Charles had suffered a cracked skull from the blow of the wrench, and had lost hearing in one ear, as well as movement on one side of his face. It was unclear whether that was to heal. Otherwise, his brain and other health was good. He sported a gauzed bandage around his head, as surgery had been performed to ease the brain swelling that occurs upon such injuries; and, he sat in a wheel chair during the proceedings.

Biddy had a wrap of gauze too, and some stitches. Biddy was all dignity with new hat. Janice sat with Biddy to his annoyance.

Troy got two of the state officials stoned, and Pud sucked their cocks later in the RV bus, still parked along  the front.

The pig cooked in the pit was served to all, along with finger food and drinks and a good time was had by all. 

Bebe, the news reporter showed up and happily interviewed Master Charles. The abductee rescue was recounted, but no mention made of their destination or of captors ethnicity. Other than ‘sex traffickers’, it was reported that all had been killed. 

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Slave was spit roasted naked by John and Master Charles where they alternated turns at one end of t he boy or the other. He had no other thought but to please both men -- they had no other thought than to fuck him senseless, and they did. 

Later, that night, Master Charles called  Hameed, and from earlier negotiations he reassured the Muslim he and is property was safe and would deliver slave as agreed upon. 

Master Charles, being the dominant he was, insisted upon running everything, even the opium trade in that part of the state. He was, being an amoral man, fully entitled, in his opinion, to garner wealth through; selling his muscle as undercover agent for the GBI, selling drugs, selling slaves or selling out other criminals. He did have a place in his heart for those abducted children, though.

In organized crime it is not unusual for one family to murder off members of an opposing family, and with certain agreements between the bosses, all could be friendly and back on track the next day; so, it was between Master Charles and his Muslim business interests. Master Charles wanted control of both the drug business and slave trade; and he got it.

His law enforcement connections allowed him to leverage his position with Hameed, and take a larger portion of the take in profits.

He for example was persuasive as trustworthy in refraining from identifying Hameed as one of the terrorists or even involved in the abductions, and sex trafficking and; yet, retained a lucrative association with the very people Hameed worried about.

In Hameed’s view the profits would likely become even more lucrative than before and his corner store and property, the Tang, remained a viable place of doing business. It was upon him to pay Master Charles a percentage for protection fees for the sale of his opium, and Mater Charles controlled who sold it. 

Even the motel on the interstate; also, remained a valuable property’s as well as the warehouse His broken nose was a small price to pay for these adjustments in the business relationship with this brute of a kafir. Hameed knew of another woman in Pakistan much younger  than his previous dead wives whose family would offer as a bride -- having wealth and power afforded a good Muslim such advantages.

Master Charles would provide already trained slaves too, for export to Afghanistan; though, Hameed would have to relocate his trafficking operation of the abduction business to a new airfield; but to his mind, little had changed, and he’s rid of fanatical underlings who’d bedeviled his business interests and risked his life unnecessarily. To cap off, the beauty of the whole arrangement, Hameed would get the slave boy Paul too.

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Paul killed his Master; and, under any court of law he’d find exoneration on those grounds of self defense, though he’d not likely be able to prove it; so, he chose to run. Plus how does one explain killing a person designated a good guy, hero -- Paul knew he was at a disadvantage.

He also wasn’t thinking clearly when he did take off with the Harley; and, he turned it around one exit up and returned — rather trepidatiously too; as, he realized he needed to cover his tracks better.

When he returned he arranged the bodies to look as though Master Charles had a final fight with the terrorist who’d attacked his party — as would be attested to by Alpha. Alpha would also conclude slave Paul had been taken as slave perhaps by other Muslims who might have been present.

Paul took the Yaris belonging to Hameed's dead wife; as, it was his escape, since he’d be less likely to be pulled over; and, as much fun as the bike was, a car was much more crucial to his new life. 

Paul left the gun which he figured would be traced back to Lee or some other drug dealer associated with the dead.

Paul felt an itch from the tattoo — and slave identification number, on his butt and scratched at it as he climbed into the Yaris.

Author’s note:

Recently a Muslim devotee attacked an author, Salmon Rushdie, over a book written even before the assassin was born, over a work of fiction; that some would argue, only in the most harmless way, offended the religion of Islam.

The work here I've written is total fiction and for enjoyment; but, it's not without some serious considerations to contemplate. I have tried to be fair. The antagonists in this work of mine names Muslim devotees as the antagonists or ‘bad guys - and gals’ and suggests some practices in Islam are incitements or enablers to many of the loathsome deeds perpetrated; I stand behind those associations as true.

One can find many examples from ‘grooming gangs’ in Great Britain, to senseless acts of murder as with gays, in FLA, by devotees thinking themselves ‘entitled or righteous to opportune their positions either to enrich or sanctify themselves upon the cost to ‘kafir’ or non-believer — at least to the extent they are true events; and, sane Muslims should accept that many devotees tarnish how their religion is seen, not those who make such observations — just as might happen with the Catholic Church and pedophilia.

It is problem I doubt Muslims can fix ... since they've unchangeable texts that tell fellow practitioners to kill whoever would try, They insist upon keeping true information either in Arabic or obfuscated in confusing arrangements of texts, and I would hope our representatives or SCOTUS deals with it. The problem of Islamic: intimidation, coercion, slavery, murder and opportunism upon non- believers is real, and it is not going away; particularly, as more and more Muslims immigrant into our society. 

Evil systems as sex trafficking persist because they operate and exist in the dark. Consciousness of the truth of bad things, and how they operate, makes their undoing much easier.  

Don’t blame free speech.

Watkins