Austere Discoveries

3 Months Later...

"Please I'd tell you, I'd tell you everything," a man's voice rings over the environment.

Bang! Bang! Two gun shots follow after a quiet minute.

Agatha bounces out of a out-of-order suger mill on a scanty side of the city and walks to her car which sits in the middle of two SUVs.

"I've found Lucas' killer," she informs her daughter, Anna, as she gets in the car.

"Who is it?"

"The Lobos. It was one of them," she reveals.

"Well then... What do we do?" Anna questions, slightly tensed.

"We make a deal with them. They give us the man who shot him, or they perish. Leave no corpse unspoken for, we Big Cats never shy away from battle." She leans forward, "Take me to Nimrod," she orders the driver.

"And guess what happened to our girl Sophia."

"What happened?" Anna questions in curiosity.

Agatha turns to her, "She's married. I'm guessing her husband is the one who killed your brother. The Lobos will explain everything one by one."

...

Far far away in the embodiment of a small village away from Sophia's state, a fine mansion fit for royalty sits in the middle of a vast woodland that separates the mansion some miles away from the village.

Sophia, with a sponge, stands right in front of a sink washing dishes while a lady around her age, Jenny, wipes the cupboards and other objects with a piece of cloth and soap water.

This two are completely focused on their jobs, so focused to even notice Sam, a tall handsome young man walk in. He's wearing the same uniform as them.

He makes a harsh voice, "You're still doing the dishes still now?"

Sophia turns in a bit of a shock, "Sam! You scared me."

At the same time her colleague, Jenny turns around with a scornful glare, fluttering her eyelashes at Sophia. Then she turns sharply and gets back to her work again.

"Are you saying I'm ugly?" Sam poses for an answer.

"No, of course not," Sophia turns to doing her job. "I'm just saying the way you bashed in like that, it scared me. C'mon you know I'd never call you..."

"Ta-da, it's a joke," he walks towards Sophia. "Hey Jenny."

"Hey Sam," a beam of joy clocks Jenny's eyes as the edges of her lips broaden with a smile, which soon fades as he walks pass her without giving the slightest attention to her smile.

"You need to get used to me messing with you, Sophia. C'mon," he spreads his arms apart. "We've known each other for three months now."

Sophia looks at him, "There's water on your face."

"How?" Sam puts his hands on his forehead trying to wipe it off.

In quickness, Sophia cups her palm around the tap and plashes the water at him, "There." She turns around and continues washing the dishes with a smile on her face as Sam stands with his arms raised in shock and undercover excitement.

"Sophia!" He raises up the edge of his shirt and wipes his face thoroughly. "Let me help you with that," he closes up to the sink and grabs a sponge to help her.

Jenny gives them a side glare constituted by envy.

In a sudden twist, Sam cups his palm under the tap and plashes it on Sophia's face.

"Ouch!" She shifts back and bends her head to the ground, smiling and spitting the water out of her mouth.

"That was good wasn't it?" He chuckles almost endlessly pointing a finger at her. "I got you."

Sophia raises the neck of her shirt and shakes it, hoping to get some drops off it too. Without saying a word to Sam, she walks closer to the tap and joins her two hands underneath it.

Sam gets the message, "Oh no no no, Sophia." He runs out of the kitchen. Sophia chases after him, saving water in her palms.

As soon as they both leave the kitchen, Jenny takes one peak at the door then slowly walks over to the plates and carries one up from the sink, she lets go of it, watching it crash on the ground. She picks another plate and does the same until she eventually breaks the whole bunch.

"Jenny!" Sophia stands at the kitchen door with eyes widened at Jenny, and her brain trying to figure out the motive behind Jenny's actions. They were never enemies, even though they weren't actual friends.

...

Later in the day Sophia walks towards a room with large double doors, with every step she takes igniting a new fear in her mind. She pushes the doors open and faces a dark room, "Mr. Butcher."

"Come in, girl," a voice echoes across the room.

Nervous but yet obediently, she steps in, walking into the room with short and slow steps.

"Shut the door," the voice orders.

She shuts them. As soon as they clang to each other the light go on in the room. A middle aged man with a big mustache and a head full of long curled afro sits on a rocking chair beside her, on the pavement that surrounds the door.

Sophia inhales sharply in shock, "Sir, you called for me."

"So you're the slave who did her job recklessly?"

"Sir, I swear I didn't break those plates. It was Jenny. One second I was out of the kitchen and the other second she was messing with..."

"Silence!" He yells at her. "Doing the dishes was your chore at the time. You shouldn't let anyone mess with your job."

"But sir..."

"Shh," he shushes her. "Pick a punishment or perhaps, pleasure," he taps on his thighs.

Thud! The doors of his room are thrown wild open. Sam steps in with two thugs chasing after him.

He comes to stand in front of Mr. Butcher, "Sir, it was my fault. I'm the one responsible for her recklessness."

The two men grabs him by the shoulders, when one twists his hands behind him, and the other pulls a gun to his head.

Despite all, Sam maintains his boldness. "This has nothing to do with her." He explains to Me. Butcher.

"Sam, what're you doing?" Sophia questions in bewilderment.

"Fascinating... We have a lover boy in our midst," Mr. Butcher chuckles softly. "So you want to take the punishment for her?"

"Yes sir," Sam answers vigorously.

"Sadly, we don't do that here. Take the man back to his room," he orders the men.

"No!" Sam forcefully pulls out of their grip and tries to run towards Mr. Butcher when the one with the gun shots him on the tip of his toe. He collides with the ground.

"Such stupidity," Mr. Butcher wears a disgusted look. "Some people might call it boldness maybe even true love. Take the girl to her room," he gives the men a new order. "Tie the boy to a tree, let him starve for three days then kill him." He stands up from his seat, "If we don't make an example of him, more slaves will attempt this insurgency."

Sophia's heart clangs with a loud bam, like a large iron ball from the sky fell on another steel at ground level. The whole area suddenly goes below -2x speed in her mind, with total silence except for her heartbeat that drums boisterously inside her. Her gaze is glued on Sam with eyes wild open as the men carry her away, "Sam," she whispers faintly with watery eyes.

...

Meanwhile Jenny sits in a single room that's built like a cell in the coarse areas of the house, with a friend of hers.

"That bitch thought she had you," her friend emits classic feminine gossiping energy, raising her hand towards Jenny for an high five.

"She came in here three months ago and she's already trying to take Sam's eyes away from me. Girl you know me, I had to teach her a lesson," Jenny flows along.

Just then Sophia walks pass their door in a broken spirit. The two girls both pause in a bit of a shock.

"I thought you said she was facing punishment," Jenny's friend queries her.

"I don't understand," she stands up from her bed and goes outside her room, sneakingly heading towards Sophia's direction like the gossiper she is. Her friend follows along.

"C'mon guys, we can't live here forever, not under a bunch of people who don't give a damn about us," Jenny peeps through the servant kitchen where all the slaves are gathered with Sophia giving a speech.

"What do you know? You only arrived here three months ago. Most of us have nowhere to go back to, we were sold out by an orphanage," Joe, a young man with an afro speaks up.

"I'm..." Sophia's mind examines the gravity of the situation. She knows she has to escape this hell and she needs their help, but right here, it's obvious they also need her help maybe even more than she need theirs. After realizing that not a single word in this world can change their minds, suspense builds up in her veins. She has to give herself up.

"I'm..." She takes one last thought. "I'm Robert Scofield's daughter."

"Who?" All the slaves question in unison.

"She's a Big Cat," Joe's voice echoes over the room with eyes of realization. "Not just any Big Cat, her dad is the personal treasurer of the late Kingpin." He walks closer to Sophia, clearly making her nervous, "I'd go with you."

"Me too."

"Count me in."

"I'm coming too."

One by one everyone agrees.

"So what's the plan?" One of the slaves question.

Sophia walks towards the window, staring at Sam who's tightly tied to a tree. "Tonight is already over. We'd attack tomorrow night. Keyword is to escape, not fight."

Joe walks closer to her, "You think he can survive a whole day out there without food or water?"

Sophia turns around sharply, "This is all my fault."

"Yeah, this is all your fault," one of the slaves who's clearly older than her bounces towards her like a rascal. "So you think you can just come in here just because you're some special Big Cat and control all of us." He chuckles, "What can you do with those soft hands? What have you seen? Have you ever killed a man? You're just a daddy's little girl who got everything she ever asked for and accidentally landed in here."

He raises her leg hand up by the elbow, swinging it like a toy, "What can this weak princess hands probably do?"

"Ahh," in a swift movement Sophia picks up a fork behind her and thrusts it through the side of the man's head.

A sudden rain of shivers run down everyone's spine as they wear the same expression: surprise eyes.

Sophia pulls the fork out the man's head, watching him gasps for air with a hole in his skull. At last he falls to the ground.

Her heart begins to pound vividly, with her nostrils nagging for more air, "Where's Jenny?"

...

Meanwhile Jenny pushes open the large double doors of Mr. Butcher's apartment and steps in, then shuts them behind her.

"Who let you in?" Mr. Butcher's voice rings over the room.

"I have something to tell you," Jenny demands.

"Unless you can make it more interesting, leave my room."

Without letting another second slide Jenny pulls off the sleeves of her nightgown, letting the gown fall to the floor. She's not wearing any bras and with that it's evident that her nipples are already hard and pointed, aiming at Mr. Butcher, who immediately sits up on the bed in his well built body. He's not wearing a shirt.

She puts her fingers inside the waistband of her panties, first stretching then slowly pulling it down her legs. She lets it fall and walks up to Mr. Butcher on the bed, who receives her with open arms.

After a minute of intense kissing and finger-teasing of the lips between her legs, he questions her... "What do you want to tell me?"

She ignores him, rushing down to unzip his pants with hasty fingers while licking her lips at him. Mr. Butcher sits up and grabs her by the neck, his palm covering every inch. "What do you want to tell me?"

She taps his hands, gesturing him to free her throat which he does. Jenny coughs, "It's Sophia. That girl who joined us three months ago. She's a Big Cat, Robert Scofield's daughter."

Mr. Butcher looks away from her with a big smile on his face. His eyes expressing extreme joy. "You did good... What is your name?"

"Jenny," she replies.

"Come here," he cups her jaw with his palm, drawing her closely and kissing her roughly like he's about to bite of her lips. "Next time, bring some of your girlfriends along."

Thud! The doors are pushed open and a woman boldly walks in.

"Honey," Mr. Butcher calls out in guilt.

She cocks her gun and blows off Jenny's head without saying a word. 

"Calm down, calm down," Mr. Butcher raises his hands in the air.

"I leave you for a week, and you're back to this slave girls, beating their pussy with the same dick you use to beat mine."

Mr. Butcher puts down his hands and slowly gets off the bed to meet her, "You know Robert Scofield?"

"He's death," his wife replies.

"His daughter is under our roof. She's one of the slaves," he reveals.

In the same second Mrs. Butcher puts down her gun, "Where is she?"