Hawk speech to the women he "bought" in late Chapter 4

A/N: A Beginning to something about un-brainwashing his 'purchases', going by what we saw from Iris after 3 months there. Chances are many of the others are way more conditioned than the two we saw... I went with the bad guys dehumanizing them by just giving them numbers instead of names.

For 25, today was a weird day indeed. It had been quite a while since she had cared about this sort of thing, but today, it had started with a party. Which, in itself, wasn’t that surprising.

Parties were rare, yes, but they happened.

No, she had been sold. As had, apparently, a lot of women. Of course she had no idea how many women her former owners had, but a quick count showed that about 40 had been sold today.

She wondered why she had been looking for that sort of thing. She had no memories of how she got to here after all.

Right now, they were standing in front of a warehouse. Could it get any more cliché? The thought came and went.

Inside, it looked like a mission control center… which it well might have been. How could she…? What…?

The handsome guy that, apparently, now owned them all, first talked to one girl, then turned to the crowd once another one escorted her away.

“Ladies.” He began in a sexy deep voice, causing them all to wonder who he was talking to. “I am Hawk. According to the people owning the place you were kept in before, I am now your owner. Unlike them, I do care about the law. And slavery is illegal. As is human trafficking.”

Murmuring began as some of them understood where he was going.

“Now.” He went on. “We already freed one of you earlier, and found she can’t wear clothes anymore due to her conditioning. That means I won’t be surprised if some of you, heck, even if all of you, can’t deal with freedom and independence anymore.”

25 exchanged looks with the woman next to her, pondering that.

“So, as much as I’d like to tell you you are all free again – that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. Each of you that wants to be free, tell one of the admin staff. They’ll make sure you are helped into a life of your choice. For those of you that can’t think of freedom…” He sighed. “You may still consider yourself my property. Property I won’t touch.”

Like everyone here, 25 had had been trained as a sex pet. If he didn’t fuck her, and wouldn’t pimp her out – which it sounded like – what was she even good for?!

Seeing the concern spread, he facepalmed. “Look. The whole point here is to give you a safety net to prepare you for your return to society and being able to act as free women, not sex pets. Which will require therapy – and each of you that sees me as her owner is ordered to support it as good as she can! If your therapist tells me you need to get laid for your mental health, that is fucked up. But it’s medical.”

Well, that was reassuring at least.

“That’s one thing. But if you tell me you need to get laid because your brainwashing tells you to, all it does is make me order you more therapy.” He sighed. “From what I’ve seen, you’re all extremely hot and very well trained. But most of all, you’re poison to my conscience. If I laid hand on any of you, I would accuse myself of ****, whatever the law says. So!”

He clapped in his hands. “If you feel that you want or need me to ride you senseless, to keep you naked at my side in gratitude for saving your asses, or whatever else gets you off, make sure you get the best therapy you can get. Once the doctors declare you healed and you proved to be able to live on your own again for a while, you can approach me for it if you still want it. Chances are, you won’t want it anymore by then and will be at least as grateful as you’ll feel edged during healing. But I’m not accepting any consent from brainwashing victims! And now” He smiled. “I need to join that debriefing. I’m late already.”

With that, he followed the woman he had talked to first.