When Stephen woke up, he found himself stripped naked, had a ballgag stuffed into his mouth, and he was chained to some sort of soft mattress with handcuffs locking around each ankle and wrist. Looking around he saw that he was in a dimly lit room. All the walls were made of what looked like concrete so it was possible that they were in some sort of basement. Turning his left head to his left he was shocked and horrified to see that his family was next to him and in a similar state. All of them were stripped naked, gagged, and bound to other mattresses. The sight of his beautiful wife and daughter naked and helpless terrified him.
Before he could even think to struggle and door opened and two men stepped inside. One was the man from the blockade, and the other was a man dressed in a clean crisp suit. The man from the blockade looked like the stereotypical redneck. His head was bald but had a lumberjack's beard, his body was large but Stephen couldn't tell if it was muscle or fat that made him so big but if he had to guess it was a little of both. His companion, on the other hand, was slim and fit looking. His face was ordinary looking and somehow good looking at the same time, and his brown hair was neatly brushed. What Stephen really took note of was how clean this guy was. His clothes and face seemed to be free of any kind of grime. His own family couldn't get rid of anything with how scarce clean water is. And the fact that he looked so ordinary made him uneasy. Stephen was sure that the man in the suit was not only in charge but had to be the Devil himself.
"I'm telling you we should just kill the men and keep the women!" the redneck barked, his already mean looking face was twisted into a vicious snarl. "After all the shit they've done I can imagine how to make the girls pay!"
"Enough, Brandon," the man in the suit said in a calm voice. His order was all that was needed to stop Brandon's rant and Stephen's panic attack. "They destroyed a barricade, one that was just there temporarily until we could erect the gate. It was no big loss, though we will need more explosives."
"They still tried to enter our turf without our permission, Mr. King!" Brandon exclaimed. "We can't just let that slide!"
"I know, Brandon," Mr. King replied. "And I have just the thing in mind but I have never been one to squander a potential resource." Stephen wasn't sure what to think of that. All of Mr. King's words didn't foreshadow anything good for him and his family, but he said it with such apathy that made his nerves immediately cool. And what did he mean by "potential resource"
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