Bubba!

Marcella Reubens watched as the Toad swiped up to accept a WhatsApp video call. A moment later a heavyset bald white man's face filled the screen. He had a Neanderthal-like projecting eyebrow ridge, several scars on his face including one large one which ran from the corner of his mouth to his right ear. Part of his left ear was missing and his neck seemed to be so full of muscle it was wider than his head. Between his eyes, just above his nose, was a small amateur tattoo, presumably acquired in prison, about one inch in diameter of a swastika. Marcella noticed the swastika had been drawn wrong, with the "legs" pointing in the wrong direction, a mirror image of the one she assumed the caller was looking for. She wondered briefly if anyone had the guts to tell him there was a mistake in the tattoo and decided probably not. The man looked terrifying.

"Good morning Bubba!" said the Toad

"Sir!" replied the neo-nazi, snapping to attention slightly.

Marcella sensed that the caller would liked to have performed a Sieg-heil at seeing her visitor, and only didn't because he was sitting too close to the cellphone's camera and it would have been wasted. Mrs Reubens felt an overwhelming sense of revulsion, both at the figure on the cellphone and at her visitor Mr Todd.

After the initial greeting, her visitor, Mr Todd asked, "so do you have the package?"

"Yes sir!", said the neo-nazi, "right here". There was a slight fumbling about, then the figure retreated a little to sit on a bunk and more of his gargantuan torso came into view. The room around him was sparse but neatly arranged. Sprouting from under his right armpit though, as if a huge profusion of armpit hair, was the top of another head.

"Ah good. Well, you better let him say hello I suppose".

The neanderthal paused for a few seconds then relaxed the headlock he had on his victim. A moment later, the other party sat up red-faced and saw the screen. It was a youth of 18 years, dark haired and dark eyed. He had clearly been crying.

It had taken a fairly small bribe to get the phone smuggled in to the prisoner, and to have Ben assigned as his cell-mate when he arrived, but it had worked out splendidly the Toad thought, seeing the results. The thug himself was even easier to bribe - it turned out that Bubba also had a mother on the outside and was only too keen to see her being financially cared for while he was in prison.

The boy looked terrified as he straightened up and addressed the cellphone.

"Mom - are you there?"

"Ben? Is that you. Omigod! What's happened? Who is that man?"

"Mom. Hi, listen, please! Its really important."

"Sure Benny, I"

"This is Bubba", said Ben cutting off his mother, his voice breaking in terror. "He," he squaked, "he owns me"!

"But that's" started Mrs Reubens.

"Shh please mom!" said Ben, "He said, unless you do what that man says, Bubba is going to have sex with my ass every day and night. Mom, he says he's going to make me his girlfriend. I, I'm going to have to wear ladies underwear. You're going to have to get it for me. He says he'll break all my fingers and toes if you don't ".

"But Benny", wailed Mrs Reubens.

"Please mom. It' important - I don't think I".

The toad hung up the call, cutting off the pleading and turned to face Mrs Reubens. Marcella could feel she had gone clammy with cold sweat.

The Toad was smiling at her. "So, Mrs Reubens", he began.