Heres to another chapter clinks glasses with readers. Welcome back. For all those worried about them getting raped, don't worry, just go with the flow, everything will come together. Im trying to not give away the ending. This will prolly be a long chapter so grab your popcorn ladies and gents!
I recently found out my star and squiggles don't show up between to change the scenes, so im making a new one.
To whoever was wondering about Meryl surrendering her clothes: put yourself here. A bunch of dudes with huge guns pointed at you ask you to do something, you see what happened to someone who didn't, (gets the snot beat outta her). Watcha gunna do? ...... thought so. lol
UPDATE! MY TRIGUN DVDS ARE ON THE WAY! BOO YAAAH!! o I purposely didn't watch the last episode because I missed the Dominique the Cyclops one. You don't know how hard it was to sit and twiddle my thumbs when I knew the last episode was playing. So, iv never seen the ending is shamed DON'T TELL ME! When I get it im taking a day to watch the entire series. Entire. I CANT WAIT!!! Jumps up and down with fireworks
Disclaimer: I Don't own him, hes borrowed. And never to be returned. evil grin
WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIME CONTENT! I warned you.
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Meryl and Milly cried themselves to sleep that night, praying that Vash and Nick would show up and blow the hell out of scythe. They were bad thoughts, but no better than he deserved.
Milly prayed that night, taking up Wolfwood's habit when he was scared. She clambered up on the toilet when she saw a huge bug slither its way across the mattress. She whimpered nicks name and cried, afraid of 'tomorrow' and what will happen. Meryl drank a little from the sink, chilling her further, and she wished she had her clothes. She thought of her lost derringers inside her cloak. They both fell into a dark and dreamless sleep.
Wolfwood and Vash were royally sick of walking.
"And some noodles, and chicken! Oh and I wish I had those little chocolate things that we had back in old Oregon but dip donuts in them, and maybe some ice cream and fries, and-"
"Shut UP needle noggin! Im hungry enough without you rambling and yammering about what you wish you were eating!"
Vash reacted like a dog that got kicked and hunched over continuing to walk. Then he proceeded to hum sound life until Wolfwood was ready to puke.
"Im just, just.... trying to get my mind off of...other things." Vash explained. The other things were Milly and Meryl locked up in a shack somewhere with a bunch of perverts.
The girls slipped into a comatose sleep that night after the guards finally quieted down. They awoke several times to leaking pipes, creaking of random things in the basement like hell hole and crying of other children and women.
Early morning they awoke to guards scurrying about, moving heavy things and making preparations for what they called "the showing". The burly Irish man came around with the clay bowls and a small plastic glass of water.
"'er ya go, some eats for the wee lasses, dija sleep well?"
Meryl stared up into his green eyes and wondered whose side he was on. After getting no reaction out of her, he sighed heavily and closed the door. Upon closer inspection of the bowl, it was a very thick oatmeal looking substance, and it was warm. She snatched up the bowl and ate, it warmed her up and didn't taste bad at all.
The man opened the door to Milly's cell, abruptly waking her. She hadn't been able to stay asleep. She had woken nearly 10 times, some of them from nightmares of the horrible place she currently resided in, some of them from the eerie noises she heard in the middle of the night. She jumped ten feet as he entered, bearing the bowl, cup, and a toothy smile.
"ah hope your hungry lass, eis good!" Milly couldn't help but smile a little as the warm aroma of the bowl filled the damp closet. He closer the door and she crawled across the mattress over to the items. She hurriedly gulped down the fresh water, it tasted good. The water from the old sink looking like object hanging ransagged on the wall tasted bitter, old, and contaminated.
The middle room that connected all the cells seemed brighter today, guards were bustling about busying themselves with endless tasks. A different man came around with a basket, everyone's bra and underwear were in it. They were to be returned to them. Milly and Meryl quickly snatched their respective lingerie out of the hamper and slipped it on, thankful for the feeble amount of coverage. They were to wear them for the showing, the clients of Scythe weren't allowed to see them nude unless they bought them.
Next they were brought out one by one and inspected by what they assumed to be Scythes gynecologist. They were then cleared for dieses, and tagged by a color wrist band, blue meaning 'virgin' and red meaning 'already penetrated'. Milly and Meryl were both cleared and tagged with a pale blue band, then escorted back to their cells. They comforted each other through the drainage hole connecting all the cells, and prayed that their saviors would come before anything happened.
It had been about an hour before they saw the Irish man again. The door creaked open to Meryl's cell and he stepped in, holding out a rope.
"Ill have to have u stand up there lass so I can get this here piece of rope around your wrists. We dunt want any of you to fly the coup!"
He wholeheartedly laughed and Meryl slowly stood up. On wobbly, nervous legs she turned around and stuck out her hands. The rope was tied securely and she was lead out into the room that the cells branched off, and saw a long horizontal bar. Her roped was hooked to that with a carabineer that used a key. A few minuets later Milly joined her, scared and silently crying. Once all the other girls were tied, a henchman ran to tell Scythe. He looked them over and ordered someone to brush out their hair and to wash the dirt splotches off of some of them.
"Im starting them down the hallway now, ill only be ten minuets so get your acts together now."
Guards seemed to be crawling out of the cracks in the walls. They went around with rags and brushes and some with blemish concealer. They weren't to gentle when it came to brushing their hair, and Milly's long caramel locks were matted. She was finally done and Meryl got hers done, it didn't do much but put her hair in place. It was so short it didn't really tangle much.
When footsteps where heard coming down the halls, guards scattered and found their respectful places. Milly and Meryl shivered as the 'speech' being given by Scythe fell upon their ears.
"...Yes you can do that sir, You can rent them for a day or just completely buy them, but you must keep them securely locked up. The price? Depends on your choice, we negotiate that before the purchase. Ah, here we are..."
The large metal doors swung open revealing a crowd of about 20 men, being led by Scythe.
"Alright now, heres the show room, go ahead and have yourselves a look."
A lot of the crowd flocked to the younger girls of about 7 to 10. Meryl wished she could spit on them. A whimper broke her out of her thoughts as she looked over her shoulder to see Milly being checked over by a few men.
'I hate the way those men are looking at me! At least we got our underwear and bra's back. Oh, I wish Nick was here...' Milly thought to herself as she tried to hide herself from view, only to find that her efforts were futile. The torture ensued for about an hour, and then Scythe called them over to write their names on magnets.
"If you are planning on buying one of these lovely ladies, put your name and top price on these magnets. If ya jus wanna spend a few hours, follow me to my office so I can schedule."
They were sent back to their rooms and the doors were shut. They could only catch whispers of what was going on outside.
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Wolfwood and Vash continued on their trek toward god-only-knew where. They only knew the general direction the bus went.
"Im so hungry, I could eat a Thomas!" Vash wailed as he dragged along.
"Well, Needle Noggin, I might just take you up on that offer when we get back. That's something I would want to see." Wolfwood mused as they trudged. The two suns beat down on them, making them want to melt into a pool of gunman-goo.
"Hey Wussat!?!?!" Vash pointed to a vehicle far off heading in the same direction. Wolfwood unlinked a clasp to his cross-punisher, sending off the chain reaction of the rest of them unclipping. (I still don't understand how he does that, but for the sake of him being so damn cool, ill just leave it.)
"GYAH! Hey no shooting! They didn't even-Oh....." Vash began to protest, but Wolfwood had only the intention of using the white cloth covering as a flag. So he waved and waved, and the car just drove. And drove. And didn't stop.
Vash and Wolfwood exchanged glances that said 'WE NEVER GET A BREAK!!!' and ran for their lives toward the bus.
The driver heard a couple of clangs, but shrugged it off as nothing but a bump.
The two gunmen clung to the back of the bus and smirked.
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Oh my god I am sooooo sorry this chapter SUCKED. But up next on the radar, after this ordeal, will be FLUFF! AND SOOO MUCH OF IT! I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN! So, yea. Sorry if you don't like fluffness, I might throw in some questionable content to please all you pervs out there. Don't be ashamed, be proud. The new PP's! the Proud Perverts! Even the initials describe the group. So, now you go and press the shiny purple button that says GO! Well, what are you waiting for, GO! Tee hee....