Pariah of the Town

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Chapter 21 (Trina's Grand Escape Plan)

Arriving on the plantation, Trina was surprised by the amount of guards this old man had stationed around. There was no way she'd get off by being aggressive, so she knew it was best to act as though she were understanding of the conditions. She needed an idea, though. She'd been locked up for far too long and was craving LA. She put her hand to her stomach and swallowed hard as she felt a nauseous swirling rising up. "When I get back, Tori's friends are going to get hell…."

When they drove through the outer gate of the plantation, she'd noted a red katana positioned at the top of the large gate. "I'm amazed there is even a plantation in what looks like a port town." Trina sat beside the bald man and crossed her arms.

"We have many resources for the boaters to use. Though, we've recently had competition with another plantation owner taking over this town. That's why I've bid for you, because if you're as strong as they say you are, you can do certain jobs a little better than some of my workers, and therefore you can put out the other plantation owner."

"Who is this other plantation owner that you don't like?"

"Avel Vasyl. His son owns a cruise line and is always out on the ocean. That's why Avel works as a plantation owner, he provides his materials to his son's family. Since his son is one of the better boat owners, people prefer the Vasyl materials…Like the meaning of their name, that family will become kings of this town if we do not produce better material. What do I care for them? They are the wealthiest family in Ukraine!" Trina raised her eyebrow and curled her lips into a subtle smirk, recognizing the name.

"Oh really now? His son wouldn't happen to be Captain Ivan Vasyl, would he?" The man nodded and Trina held back a laugh. There was no way she'd help this plantation owner compete with the Captain's family. Captain Ivan was good to her, he treated her well when that gang only treated her like shit. "I don't know what to tell you Symon, Ivan may not appreciate you putting his father out of business." Symon closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

"To produce better materials is the legal way of doing it. I could kill the man."

"I don't think that'll work either."

"Exactly." She leaned back in the seat and moved her hands behind her head. "You know, you could hire workers instead of buying them through the black market." The man laughed as the driver stopped in front of the giant mansion. "After all, those bought through the black market may try and leave."

"I've never had a slave try and run." She raised an eyebrow and the man opened the door. "Besides. I whip my workers if they don't obey, slavery is the only way to force them to stay on. Being aggressive is the only way to get them to respect you." Trina started to gag as she left the car. She hated old men with a burning passion, and this man was only bringing her flashbacks of her grandfather.

"You don't say…" She clenched her eyes and groaned with disgust as flashes of her grandfather beating her for getting in between him and Tori shot through her. She learned to smart off and her grandfather would slap her for talking back to her. The man never laid a hand on her little sister, though, she never let him. "It's funny, you remind me a lot of someone I used to know. Rather, you remind me a bit of a lot of older men. Tell me more about this belief of yours…how fear teaches someone to respect you? I thought fear got you killed."

"It's all objective. If they're afraid of you they'll do what you want them to do because they won't want to get struck again."

"Right…" Her nostrils flared as she followed the man into his giant home.

"Grandpa stop hitting Trina!" Tori screamed as she hugged her big sister. Their grandmother just watched as the man pointed to Trina. Trina coughed and slowly glared at her grandfather.

"Go on grandpa, hit me again. Be a big man, hitting your grandchildren. Wait until mommy and daddy find out!"

"If you would just eat your vegetables I would not have to strike you."

"And that justifies it?! My little sister doesn't like boiled okra!" Her grandfather picked her up and shoved her down into a seat. She let out a grunt and screamed out as her grandfather turned onto Tori, ordering her to eat her food. Tori sniffled and made her way over, reaching for the food. The old man crossed his arms while Trina huffed and scowled, narrowing her eyes angrily. "You're a jerk, Grandpa! I hope you have a heart attack one day!"

"She's eating, is she not?"

Trina put her hand to her forehead and moaned lightly. "God I hate old people," She whispered. "So arrogant and stuck in their ways." To say her parents were not happy when they found out what had been going on was a gross understatement. When they were able to, they took the girls back the first chance they got.

David never allowed Holly's parents to see either girls again.

Their grandfather passed away about three years ago and the grandmother now lived in a nursing home. The woman griped and complained about Holly never coming to visit her, or the girls, and always complained that she'd done nothing to deserve isolation.

"What is it with elderly, thinking they can get away with everything and thinking they're incapable of wrongdoing? I swear to god…" She followed the man into his office and stared at a fencing outfit with a black katana positioned beside it. She cleared her throat and pointed to the blade. "Katana blades don't go with fencing, you know." The man took a seat at his desk and looked over, slowly nodding his head. "I figured you more a gun man than swords."

"That is true, they do not. I am a collector of blades. The outfit belongs to my late wife, she used to fence quite a bit. As for guns, I have a pistol in my desk, that is enough." The man leaned back and snapped his fingers. "Now my daughter is in the kitchen preparing dinner. Perhaps you shall go help her. My grandson will be here tonight, he wishes to meet you. I hope you will grant him your presence."

"Oh…great…another one?"

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing." She exhaled slowly and turned to the door, smirking as she thought on the katana. She could use that, along with the fencing outfit. Guards appeared to dress up as such, so there was a possibility of using it to her advantage. Guards may be less frequent at night as well, so it was best if she made her escape then. "Where's the kitchen?" She put her hand to the door frame and looked over her shoulders, glaring at the man. "I suppose you'll let me know where the slave quarters are as well?"

"Yes." The man curled his finger at his chin and raised his eyebrows. "I trust you do know how to cook? If not, my daughter can teach you."

"Yes I know how to cook…" Such a bitter old man. How dare he presume she was going to be cooking him his dinner! "I've not cooked for anyone besides my family or my fiancé. This will be…a good practice." It would take everything she had not to lash out and kill this asshole. There were better plans, anyway.

One good plan would be getting the slaves out and getting the police to shut this plantation down. Yes, she could do that. Next, she'd go after the miserable gang that threw her into this situation. Once done with that, her next mission was to return to LA and put Jesse out of his misery while shutting down his gang so they wouldn't try and go after her family.

"I will see you later, sir." She smirked and began walking away, intentionally swaying her hip in a way to give him the last bit of eye candy he would ever have before prison. "I promise."

That night, she made her way to the grandson's room with several red silk sashes stuffed away in her pockets. Per his request. She had a dangerous sneer on her face and quickly wiped it away when she stood before his door. She took a deep breath, cleared her throat and opened it.

The room was lit with candles, and the man was lying shirtless on the bed. He had curly red hair and minimal stubble. She held back her disgusted groan as the man looked up to her and curled his lips into a smile. "Ah so you have come to lay with me."

"I'm being nice. It's midnight…I was…bored." She ripped the sashes from her pockets and began to tie them around the bedposts. She mentally asked Sinjin to forgive her. She was not about to sleep with this man, but she would have to lure him into a false sense of security. That meant seducing him. Trina was not going to touch him, however. No physical activity besides a little straddling to get him to think she was seriously considering his demands. "You know my heart belongs to another, as does my body."

"Hence why I requested the sashes. So I can steal your heart."

"Yes, because you're into the kinky shit." She rolled her eyes and turned to him once she was done tying the sashes. Of course, she had one left, but she was using it for 'special' purposes. "You know my personality?" She pulled the sash from her pocket and slowly lifted her hands along her waist, smirking as the man watched her. "My fiancé knows I have to be in control."

"You have…done it with him?"

"Once. Just after he proposed." There was one time she had, just before all this mess. Things got a little too passionate. "He asked my hand in marriage a few months back, I said yes, and I gave him my heart. He is the only man I've ever loved, and the only man I will ever love." The family knew already, and they were supportive, the friends didn't.

"Ah, will that change after I've had you?" He smirked as Trina carefully slid her fingers along his chest. Her lip curved up into an identical smirk.

"I doubt it. We will…have to see. There's just one thing I'd like to protect, more than my body or fidelity…" She pushed him back against the bed and flung herself on top of him, straddling his torso. His hands sprawled out as she glared down at him. "I hope you don't mind a change of plans."

"W-What?" She leaned down, breathing on his face as her hair fell past her and brushed him.

"I know you were wanting to tie me, but I've been tied up for quite a while. I can't stand it. I thought perhaps we could start first with you." She spoke seductively and caressed his right arm, trailing her fingertips along his wrist. "Maybe it would make me more comfortable if you showed me that I could be in control a little."

"O-Okay." She giggled and dropped her third sash on his chest as she removed a fourth from her back pocket. This one was a black sash. "What's that one for?"

"Well I thought It would be kinky to stuff it in your mouth, baby." While holding onto the sash, she worked to tie his wrists to the sashes on the bedposts. They were fairly sturdy and wouldn't break easily. Using one finger, she pushed the black sash into his mouth, then picked up her red sash. She leaned down and hovered her lips inches away from his while carefully stringing the sash around his neck. "What do you think of asphyxiation? Kinky? Right?"

His eyebrow raised and she slowly lifted up, then yanked the sash out causing it to tighten around his neck and cause him to gag. Working fast, she tied the sash to the small bar at the top of the headboard. After he was done screaming, she took the black sash from his lips and moved off him. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm leaving you here. Tied up, you won't be able to call for the guards. They won't wake up, the ones that are awake, I'm going to take out. If they fight me, they'll probably not survive. If they don't fight me, I'll just tie them with rope and leave them for the police. Sorry…but your grandpappy's plantation is going down."

"No! Gua-" She stuffed the black sash back into his mouth and started for the door, waving him off.

"A buh-bye now. As if I would ever cheat on Sinjin. Certainly if I wasn't with him, I wouldn't give myself to a creep like you." The man let out muffled screams as he tried pulling his arms free, all to no avail. Since she tied his neck down, he wouldn't be able to move his head very far either. "All a part of the escape plan. Better thank your grandfather for giving me the opportunity…or should I thank him?" She tapped her finger to her chin and noticed the open office door leading to the katana, suit, and gun. She truly was going on stealth, she didn't want to fight unless she had to. "Oh well. I'm going to enjoy watching the police raid this old man's plantation." She paused, groaning once before wiping her lip. "After…I run to the toilet, and then make a snack…"

So Trina's on the prowl now, once out of the hands of the gang and in the hands of the incompetent slave owner, whose arrogance likely is his undoing as his grandson's is lust, she's got this in the bag. Of course, Jade's not far from the plantation either. Hm, this next chapter is going to be very interesting. What are your thoughts? Any questions yet?