Chapter 5 (Elvis Vaghoon)
Elvis was the most evil man given command over the Batastar Asteroid Complex. The African American had skin the colour of coal, the attitude of a bull, and enjoyed his job to the letter. He looked down upon his crew as if they were flies hovering around manure. He always wore his impeccable uniform and was ready to stomp on anyone he saw fit.
He always kept a conveyor belt of employees running day and night and he would sack or employ people at his digression. He himself would kill a child if he decided on it. So over a very short space of time he'd been given the most hateful reputation a man could possibly have.
Elvis sat in his office as the light warmed of his baldhead. He scanned through the employee database looking for absentees and any staff that were occasionally late. He often enjoyed this method of harassment and it was an easy way to drag people into his office. He spent most of his time shouting at unruly employees and enjoying his time with female members of staff. He kept a tally on the entire female workforce and scanned through each record as if he was visiting a porn site.
With so many refugees arriving daily, jobs on the asteroid complex were hard to come by. At this rate, he could get people to pay him for jobs and a guaranteed place to live. A kickback. Oh, yes. Just the ticket. Elvis cackled at his own brilliance.
After sacking six people in one day, his reputation passed from one person to another like wildfire.
The computer scanned through the female workforce. He wanted to find someone he could play with, someone who would not resist. He paused the search when a blonde haired female appeared on the screen. He'd encountered her before and enjoyed it immensely. A telepath named Talia Winters. "Perfect!" He grinned.
He leaned on his desk and called through the intercom, "Could Talia Winters please come to Elvis's office immediately."
The idle chatter stopped when his monstrous voice bellowed through the entire complex. It was cold, stern and practiced. Elvis had mastered the technique at broadcasting his voice over the intercom and this skill could beat any voice actor. But his menacing voice only sowed the seeds of hate throughout the workforce.
Talia Winters dropped her pen on the floor. Her stomach cramped and her temperature jumped several degrees. Dread filled her. Everyone looked at her in guilt, wishing they could do something. Even her friends standing around backed into the darkness and hid.
She glanced around like a lost child; she was unable to use her telepathic powers because the Minbari used a weapon that had damaged her gift. She was normal like everyone else, with a few exceptions.
Elvis had already targeted her once and now he came back for seconds, out of spite. She did not know how to fight or how to dig herself out of the pit she was in. She could only accept and wait for an opportunity to escape.
Stood at the entrance to his office, Talia could not hide her fear. She wondered what Elvis wanted and nervously fidgeted with her gloves. Her grey uniform looked pressed and cleaned by professionals. She tried her best to hide the terror that coursed through her veins.
Elvis looked through the small window on the door and could see his prize female waiting outside. He raised his voice, "Talia Winters, please come in and take a seat."
He stared at the computer screen, adding his threatening mood to the stale atmosphere. Talia opened the door and walked in. He could almost imagine her feeling like a child entering the headmaster's office. She should be submissive.
Elvis leaned on the chair and looked at her records. "Talia Winters, could you explain to me why you were absent for these days?"
He rotated the screen so she could clearly see her records, as if he was tormenting her, giving her a reason, or giving him permission to do something. Finding a way to keep her quiet.
Elvis leaned forward and highlighted the days on his computer, making it easy to read. But it was all made up. Before Talia entered the office, he edited the entries so he could have a legitimate reason to see her, to perform his sick deeds.
She tried to remain small and unobtrusive, but from the records she knew she was at work on those days and she saw where this was going.
"You changed the records, you…" She was about to insult the man with all the hate she'd built up. But she needed to control her temper and keep her job. She paused, reeling in the fact she could not release her frustration.
Elvis straightened his neck and his polished white teeth crept through his thin smile on his face. Talia flinched. He tried to be professional, but as he looked at Talia, he just wanted her now. But he needed to reel her in like a fish on a hook: slowly, methodically and carefully.
"Talia Winters, the records can't be changed and why would I do that? I have no reason to treat you with ill will." He crossed his beefy arms over his barrel chest and carried on, grinning to himself. "I can only go by what I see on my screen. Do you have a reason for not turning up at work?"
The question added to her harassment, as she was unable to defend herself from the set-up he had created. She knew exactly what Elvis wanted and he could threaten her any way he saw fit, he was the boss.
The atmosphere grew cold and dark, even with the lights on and the room stuffy. But Talia didn't feel warm at all, even when Elvis kept the heating on.
Like being tortured, Elvis carried on with his speech, useless and intimidating. "You see Talia, we have been entrusted with a huge task, and that is to build the hyperspace cities." He stood up and strolled around the room, getting close to her. He sat on the edge of his desk and laced his hands together as if to keep his hands off her body. Talia knew what he was doing.
"Arriving on time to work is the most important role an employee can perform. We don't know how long it will take the Minbari to find this facility and we need all our staff working efficiently and promptly."
His voice carried a hint of sexual desire as his eyes scanned all over her body. She felt violated again.
Talia didn't need her powers to read his mind. He'd raped her before, and now he was performing the same ritual again.
"Unfortunately, you have overstepped the mark on a number of occasions and I need to issue some kind of punishment for your behaviour." He stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, posing in front of Talia.
Talia looked straight ahead and did not make eye contact and then she heard the sound of the door locking and the blinds unfolding. She closed her eyes and she could feel the presence of that animal, Elvis. Tears stung behind her eyelids, and her jaw ached from clenching her teeth so hard. She knew what was about to happen. She remembered the last time he raped her. He forced her onto the table and entered her.
Elvis prepared himself for pleasure, like a roman preparing for a all night orgy… Something he had waited to do for a long time.
He stood tall and his uniform fluttered under his movements as he continued to soften his prey. He had a horrid habit of reciting junk, just as he mentally and physically prepared himself for the encounter.
Then the dark menacing words came out. "You know what to do Talia and this is the only way you can keep your job." He was not direct in his orders, but Talia knew exactly what he meant.
She opened her eyes and pleaded with him, tears flowing down her face as dismay struck her like a hammer blow. "Please, Elvis, please don't rape me. The last time you did that I was ill and in great pain for a few weeks. Please!"
Elvis looked cold and stony. He would not flinch. He stared at her with no emotion, just a direct command through his body language as he un-strapped his belt, as if it was an immediate order.
Talia could do nothing. She knew it was useless to scream and she had no good memories to hold on to. She assumed the position and waited for the tell-tale signs that he was about to come closer.
She closed her eyes and her hearing amplified tenfold. She could clearly hear the unzipping of his trousers and the fabric flowing down his legs. As he raised her skirt, his hand send a shiver up her spine like someone shoved a pole of ice up her back.
Moments later, quiet noises emanated from Elvis's office as Talia endured the rape she was undergoing, something that would last for hours, slow and painful.