It’s time for answers, not doubt

Not knowing what to do, i grab the man in a furious rage! Slamming his body into the chair and tying him just as i had done to his love. i am prepared to do anything i hace to for answers. In my rage, i beat the suspect, but the man says nothing. the beating continues but still nothing. i grow more and more furious at the wonder of who has her and what they could be doing to her with each passing second. Someone will pay. i dose the man with a powerful and otherwise inconspicuous ****, an alkaloid normally used for nausea but in higher doses has the ability to create a state of **** suggestibility.

i use this to get the any information i can. Unable to fight the power of the ****, the man reveals that he is part of a larger organization that is based out of Brazil, and that he is here to destroy the evidence.

I dont know what this means, what it has to do with me or my woman. But i can only expect the worse to come from this.

“I cannot let them ship her off to Brazil for god knows what!”

Determined to learn more, i dose the Brazilian again and break his knee cap!

“Tell me more!!”

Spirit and loyalty broken, the Brazilian reveals that the organization he belongs to is in the business of forcing women to do **** things on camera. Engulfed with anger, Cody searches the man and finds his phone.

“Go ahead, look at the pictures… see what we do…” the man joked

Consumed with rage at the thought of seeing what they may be doing to her I know it is the only way to learn more about where she may be. The women in these pictures are all beautiful tan women with asses that would get Sir Mix-a-lot’s dick hard!

“this must be why they took her!” i think to myself.

I break the Brazilians other knee and demands to know why they took her! The man reveals that she was a prime candidate for their organization. The porn industry in Brazil is worth billions of dollars, but because the Brazilian women are becoming more resistant to the latest craze in Brazilian porn, they had to look for alternatives. I looks forward through the pictures and sees the latest craze is… anal fisting. It hits him that this organization is **** sexy tan women with golden asses so they can meet the expectations of the new craze! They don’t need just Brazilian women; they need any woman that looks like they are Brazilian! With everything adding up, i realizes that i must save my love, at any cost. i beat the man senseless but in doing so i knock out the man’s cyanide tooth, killing him.

Not knowing what to do, i realizes that i just lost my only lead to finding her. Distraught, i throw the man against the ground! i cannot stand the thought that some thug has taken the most beautiful creature i have ever known and could be doing unspeakable things to her beautiful ass. My arm swings, but before i open my fist i realizes that i still have the Brazilian’s phone unlocked! All hope is not lost, i can use this phone to possibly locate where she has been taken and rescue her! His phone is not all i needs though; i take the man’s clothes to search for more resources. All that he has on him is his sidearm, a lighter, and keys. I rushes out of the building hoping that he can find his car using the alarm button on the keys. I hears the horn from around the corner a few buildings down and runs for the car. I searches the van but sadly finds no sign of her... but what he does find is a black box containing items that will help him in his mission. In the black box is stacks of a half-million dollars of both American and Portuguese money, and a semi-automatic machine gun. Then i remembers something he saw in the pictures, a mark. He looks back through them noticing what could be a watermark.

“wait a second… that’s not watermark… that’s a brand symbol!”

The girls in these pictures are all branded on their asses! This lights a fire under him! He is not about to let some Brazilian piece of shit violate his woman and then brand her flawless ass! He scours the pictures for more clues. Then he notices something else… in the background he can see the same symbol that is branded on the girls, but he sees it on a building next to a sign. The sign reads Peituda, he knows this is Portuguese for “busty”. From this information he is chipping away at the secret behind her location. He now has a name for the organization that has taken her and knows that there is no way they could have taken her all the way to Brazil in the time before he woke up, they must still be within the country. Without wasting any time, he learns that no flights have left the country for Brazil and there are only a few planes that are making the trip today, i books a flight to Brazil to begin my search for this elusive organization and my love. Within the hour, i have managed to board a flight to Brazil, using the resources i obtained from the man. My flight has two stop-overs, one in Houston and the other in Los Angeles.

“Maybe I can find her or the kidnappers in one of the stop-overs…”i hope

But In Houston i find no such luck, my only hope is Los Angeles.

On his flight to Los Angeles, i tries to understand why the man in the van had so much Portuguese money.

“Why would the kidnappers; working for a porn company that is trying to regain its business, be using sexy American babes to impersonate Brazilian women?”

It then hits me; Brazil was once owned by Portugal. What if this company is a Portuguese company? They could be using this multi-billion-dollar business to gain enough money to buy Brazil again. It is pure evil to do the things being done to these women, ****, and sodomy, just for power.

“I have got to stop them!”

My flight lands in Los Angeles and I search the airport for any signs of my friend, but I see nothing. Frightened that I might have lost her forever, I begin to scan the tarmac through the windows, searching for any possible leads on where they could be. Suddenly, I see a private jet section, and one in particular stands out. Just partially visible, I see what appears to be the strange symbols that was branded on the girls in the photos and on the man’s neck. The same plane also has a Portuguese flag printed on the tail wing.

“This must be it!”

With the money and gun in my bag, I begin my descent to the runway, knowing this could be my only chance to rescue her. I sneak past any security guards and the private jet is in sight. I board it to find that it is empty, but then I hear movement from outside the jet. I realize I need to hide so I climb down into an access panel in the floor which takes me to the landing gear. From where I sit, I see a truck approach the jet. With stealth in mind, I try to remain hidden and learn what I can. I head the doors to the truck open and chatter, but I am unable to distinguish if it is my love I am hearing. The people then board the jet and I head what sounds like girls and chains. Could this be my love, shackled and chained like an animal with other girls in the same situation? I have ****, I cannot leave this jet without her, but I cannot act rash now, I don’t know how many people are on the plane and I don’t know if they are armed. All of the sudden I feel the jet begin to taxi and take off, leaving me no option but to stay put in the wheel well and endure a 3000-mile flight to wherever this jet is headed. I am committed to saving my love, and putting an end to this organization. My journey continues…