Bought for Slavery
Chapter 2
It took Denzel the rest of the night to clean the house, put all the food away, and wash all the dirty dishes. The 4 of them were all upstairs either fucking someone or puking in the bathroom toilet. It was disgusting.
Denzel sighed when he finished the dishes. He got a towel and wiped his hands. He then headed back down the basement when he saw a newspaper on the floor. He didn't see it there before. It was actually yesterday's paper.
He flipped it open when he saw a picture of his 4 "brothers" on the cover. The title read "SHMs Still At Large!"
Denzel took the newspaper downstairs to the basement and using what little light he had, he began to read.
The Silver haired me hit another bank earlier this week. They had got away with 10,000 dollars. Bank security said they were ready for it, but nonetheless, they weren't prepared for this shocker.
Using a young girl as a hostage, the 4 silver haired men threatened her life unless they got the money. The four of them emptied all the drawers then sliced her dead as they sped away in a black truck, which had no license plates. Two had blades and the other two had guns.
Residents are warned that these men are skilled, dangerous, wanted, and still at large. Please if you have any information, call your local police.
Denzel threw the newspaper on his bed. "How long have they been doing this? How come I've never known?" he asked. "Since they are here, maybe the money is too," he said. "If I can find the money, and get out of the house, maybe they'll find me a new home," he said in delight.
"But I'm not even allowed to talk around them, not even to them," he said pacing his room.
"Maybe today will be different," he said. "DENZEL!" called a voice from upstairs. "Oh no," said Denzel as he raced up the stairs towards the yelling.
Denzel went into the living room where all three of them looked dead tired. They all wore jeans with regular t-shirts to cover their structure. Sephiroth looked at him very angrily. "Is it true what my brother tells me?" he asked. Denzel looked at Kadaj who looked please with himself. "Did you talk to a woman last night?" he asked getting up off the couch and heading towards Denzel.
Denzel looked up at the towering man. "She talked to me. I swear I didn't say anything!" Denzel pleaded. "Really?" asked Sephiroth. "Kadaj tells me that you had a VERY interesting conversation with her," he said grabbing little Denzel by his shirt collar.
Denzel gasped in horror. "Please, I'm telling you! I didn't talk to her!" he yelled. Sephiroth threw him into the kitchen sink. Denzel felt his shoulder erupt in sheer pain.
Kadaj was very interested in seeing his older brother beat Denzel. As were Loz and Yazoo. They watched the scene unfold from the doorway.
Sephiroth grabbed a butch knife that was drying from when Denzel had washed the dishes. Denzel was horrified to what Sephiroth was about to do. He tried to scamper away from him, but Sephiroth had got to him first before he could even get the doorknob.
He lifted Denzel to his chest so Denzel was facing Loz and the rest. Sephiroth placed the huge blade near Denzel's neck. "One more time I will tell you. YOU DO NOT TALK TO PEOPLE…EVER. BREAK THIS RULE ONE MORE TIME, WE'LL BE WIPING UP YOUR BLOOD OFF THE FLOOR," he hissed in Denzel's ear.
Sephiroth opened the basement door and threw Denzel down the stairs like a doll. "You can stay down there for the rest of the day until you're called," he said then slammed the door shut and locked it.
Denzel moved slowly ignoring the pain in his left arm. "Now I know how that girl felt right before they killed her," said Denzel sadly.
He lifted himself into bed to get some sleep. He cleverly hid the newspaper in his pillow. That day, Denzel cried until he fell asleep.
He threatened me. He threatened to kill me. Will they kill me? Do I want to die? Is heaven like this? Or is it really peaceful? I guess I'll find out soon, Denzel thought.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, there was a tall, handsome, blond young man riding his motorcycle and stopping at local bars asking for some information.
He wore a black jacket with black leather pants. He had black gloves on. At his side cleverly hidden was a gun. But in case of an emergency, he had his blades hidden in the bike.
"I'm looking for someone," he said to he barkeeper careful not to draw attention to himself. "Aren't we all? Who you looking for?" he asked. "These 4," said the blond. He placed a newspaper on the counter with the 4 SHMs on the front page.
"Sorry kid. Can't help ya," he said. The blond took out $50. "Do you know now?" he asked. The barkeep took the money. "1237 Oak Street near the edge of the city," he said. "Thanks," said the blond. "You must be crazy to go after them," said the barkeep.
"It's just plain old revenge for killing my girlfriend in that robbery," he whispered. "What's your name?" asked the barkeep to his back. "Cloud," the blond answered without looking back.
He swing his leg over the motorcycle and sped off to 1237 Oak Street. But first he had to head over to the orphanage to visit someone he hadn't visited in a long time.