Criminal Punishment

Mr. Roarke and Taboo were expecting a rather special client.

• So it's true, Mr. Roarke, she didn't want the standard welcome, Mr. Roarke.
• Yes, her request was that her fantasy place her directly in the atmosphere of her fantasy.

He signaled to two police officers who were waiting to greet his client. He accompanied them, followed by Taboo. Two American police officers exited the prison seaplane, pushing a beautiful, frightened woman in orange prison attire with chains on her feet and hands.

• Are you the magistrate responsible for recovering our prisoner in accordance with the international warrant? He questioned Mr. Roarke, intrigued by her white suit but handed her a document.
• Yes, that's me, I am Mr. Roarke, the chief magistrate of Fantasy Island. Turning to the young prisoner, you are indeed Miss Sylvie Lacroix, French?
• Yes, sir, but I am innocent, I swear.
• I assure you that stealing our casino funds, even electronically, is no proof of innocence, miss. Our island takes this kind of crime seriously.

Mr. Roarke rolled his eyes when the guards were amused, as if everyone they knew told them that. He signed the documents. The two men removed the young woman's chains and handcuffs before getting back into the seaplane.

While the island police officers surrounded her, they removed her prisoner's tunic, stripping her naked, and then placed chains worthy of slavery on her.

• Take her to court. Her trial will be in 2 days. Her lawyer will be Taboo. Do you have the means to pay her fees?

She said no.

• You will pay in kind.

Sylvie looked at him, puzzled. She didn't understand, but Taboo's smile didn't seem like a good omen. She could barely walk, shackled by the chains, when she had to follow the police officers in the prison vehicle to the court where her fate would be decided.

Mr. Roarke left to take his vehicle, accompanied by Taboo, while Sylvie was led away by the police officers, who tried to cover her nakedness with a modesty that seemed to have no reason to exist.