You stay out

You can’t exactly say why, but you get the feeling that you better stay out of this. Maybe it is because these brutes scare you or that you think Mike should be able to handle this by himself, maybe it is because you don’t want to risk anything or it is a mix of all of this. Whatever the reason is, you decide to not take the initiative and keep out of this argument.

However, it is clearly not helping Mike in his attempts to settle things. The guards, big, bulky and absolutely convinced they can do everything without consequences, don’t take Mike serious and simply push him around. Every time he tries to talk some sense into them, they just laugh and intimidate him more. And since he can do little to stop them, his position gets weaker every time.

You nervously look at Rey, who still lies moveless on the ground and bleeds slightly. While Mike and the corrupt guards are distracted, you try to get past them to help Rey. Maybe you can perform first aid. But suddenly, one of the guards notice you and stops you. With one hand he grabs you forcefully around the wrist and with the other one he reaches for your shirt and easily tears a gap in it. you scream but the brute guy just laughs. He considers it funny to bully weaker people.

“Where do you think you are going, little whore?” the guard asks and brutally squeezes your wrist, “we are not done with your rebel attitude.”

“Let me go!” you scream and try to rip your wrist free.

“Sure,” the guard laughs, “as soon as you did your job, whore.”

“Are you deaf?” Mike asks angry, “let the girl go!”

“Oh, and if not?” the guard ask mocking and begins to fondle your tits with his free hand, “are you going to tell your mother? Or call more sissy cops? Fine pair of tits, by the way. You could do much better that this homeless loser. Maybe I keep you, when I’m done with you. Why are you still here, sissy cop? Go and cry somewhere else. Or do you need a black eye?”

“You will let her go now!” Mike orders angry, “and if you don’t do it or dare to attack me, I will arrest you.”

“I want to see you try,” the guard mocks arrogant and continues to grope you.

“Wait, buddy, the whore is for sure a good fuck but that’s not worth it,” the other guard says unsure, “the boss will be not so happy when we start trouble with the police. This idiot here is a sissy, but his colleagues could use this as an excuse to raise their prices in the next negotiations.”

“Fine, if you say so,” the guard in front of you growls and lets your tits go, “you got lucky, slut. Grab your beggar and fuck off. Next time I see you here, your ass is mine.”

The corrupt guards go. Likely to take their reward for ignoring law and civil behavior. The thought that such bastards still work in a security job and even get paid and protected for acting like hirable thugs make you sick. To be honest, you really don’t feel so well. You feel weak, helpless and about to throw up. it costs all willpower you have to not cry or vomit. After a moment to calm down you look for poor Rey. To his luck, Mike immediately checked on him when the bullies left.

“He will survive it,” Mike says and cleans some of the bloody wounds with a tissue, “but he will have to stay in hospital for a few days. And … I’m not sure how he wants to pay his rent with such a long timeout. Ashley, you better cover your … chest somehow.”

“Oh, yes …,” you mumble and notice that your boobs are visible through your ripped shirt, “can’t he sue these bastards for what they did. They brutally attacked him with no reason.”

“I know, but they will just say he attacked them first,” Mike replies sad, “it wouldn’t be the first time. And even if he gets a judge who is not corrupt, without evidence it will be hard. I will look around and see if one of the people around made a video. But I don’t think they will give it to me. They rather try to sell it to the guards. You see, that’s a lot of ifs.”

“God, this town is so rotten,” you say sad and shake your head, “can I do anything to help this guy?”

“No, you already did more than everyone else,” Mike replies but you are not convinced, “I … I’m sorry I couldn’t stand up to them in the way I should have. My police training is not made for such situations.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” you reply, “I should have done more. I … I just couldn’t. I guess it makes no difference anymore. But … what does these thugs meant with agreement? They said there is an agreement between the police and the guards.”

“There is an agreement, but this not official,” Mike explains carefully, “you need to know, there are a lot of people in the town who … well I would say they consider the town as their playgrounds and the people living here to be their toys. They founded the mall as a part of their own twisted world. There are several others too. They bribed a lot of officers to do what they say or stay out of their business. Private security, or rather thugs in uniforms, enforce not the law but their will. And they enjoy it, that in their own world they can do whatever they want. Poor people are not wanted and woman are just prey or objects. Your father is one of these people and he did a lot to create this world. As long as they keep corruption high and have enough thugs, they will never lose their power.”

“Are these guys stuck in medieval times?” you ask disgusted, “what is wrong with them? Can’t we do anything against such assholes.”

“Maybe, when we manage to push charges against your dad,” Mike mumbles, “he is not the only reason, but bringing him down would be a huge symbolic success and with his information we could start arresting and removing the rest of the corrupt officials. Still, it would be a fucking huge lot of work and it would take years. Nevertheless, there is some hope. But now go! I will take care of this guy and … I will see what I can do for him. I already called the ambulance.”

“Alright,” you say and get up, “thanks, Mike. For the information and the help. I will not forget this.”

“I have to thank you,” Mike replies, “you covered me towards your dad and you wanted to help this poor guy. I’m glad you are different from the rest of your family.”

You quickly leave and look for a quiet place inside the mall. You don’t want to stay here any longer while the corrupt guards are around. To your luck, Eric calls you only moments after you found a small candy shop to hide. He is back and asks where you can meet. You tell him where the candy shop is and wait. He shows up after some minutes and immediately you feel much better.

“Hey, princess, I’m back,” Eric says and suddenly his smile fades, “what happened to you? Has someone hurt you?”

“What do you … oh, the shirt,” you say shocked and suddenly notice you still wear the ripped shirt, “oh, this, don’t worry, I’m fine. Just a few minutes ago, there were some guards of the mall in the park. They brutally beat up a poor street musician. But then … a police officer showed up. He made them leave and I took care of the poor guy until the office took over. The guy was in shock and accidentally pulled on my shirt. I totally forgot it ripped.”

It is a clear lie, but Eric seems to buy it. you can’t tell him the truth. He wanted you to stay out of trouble. If he finds out the truth he knows you didn’t followed his orders.

“I see,” Eric says and sounds a little calmer, “good to know there was a police officer around. The guards here are scum. I know some of them. Not personally, but I know their reputation. Good thing you stayed out of this, but be carefully. A injured guy in shock can be very dangerous. However, we better hurry. Your father called me a moment ago. He wants you back in the mansion. I don’t know why, but I assume it is important. Come on, we get you a new shirt and leave.”