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Industry [RP for im_gonna_heal_u]
Jul. 8th, 2016 06:54 pmKenji knew that he was a very bad man. And after years in this particular business, he has become very good at being bad. So many of his schoolmates from his hometown slaved away for twelve or more hours a day in offices and cubicles, clad in their suits, neglecting their families and driving themselves into an early grave. Kenji had a big house on a hill, three cars (under his own name, with others untraceable), and anything he wanted that might make him happy.
If he were ever sloppy and stupid enough to get caught, the courts would call him a human trafficker. Although the technical aspects of his business were extremely complicated, the idea was simple: he abducted young women and made them disappear. These girls would then be sold to whoever decided to purchase them, for whatever purposes they wanted. Kenji didn't care about the why, only what they paid.
And as part of his "fee", Kenji kept a few girls on hand for his own personal enjoyment. His own personal harem, in a way. And of all his pets, his most precious was Konoka, the beautiful girl who had been one of his first targets. Now, she was so much more.
Checking his watch, Kenji swallowed down the last of his whiskey and walked down the hall to the suite of rooms that housed his girls. The lock opened to his biometrics and he stepped inside. "Konoka," he called. "It's time to go to work."
If he were ever sloppy and stupid enough to get caught, the courts would call him a human trafficker. Although the technical aspects of his business were extremely complicated, the idea was simple: he abducted young women and made them disappear. These girls would then be sold to whoever decided to purchase them, for whatever purposes they wanted. Kenji didn't care about the why, only what they paid.
And as part of his "fee", Kenji kept a few girls on hand for his own personal enjoyment. His own personal harem, in a way. And of all his pets, his most precious was Konoka, the beautiful girl who had been one of his first targets. Now, she was so much more.
Checking his watch, Kenji swallowed down the last of his whiskey and walked down the hall to the suite of rooms that housed his girls. The lock opened to his biometrics and he stepped inside. "Konoka," he called. "It's time to go to work."
