Three half-melted pieces of ice floating at the surface of the glass of whisky in Frank Carragher’s hand clinked together as he took a sip. From the balcony of his home, the lights of downtown Kamloops glittered in the hazy night. A housecoat covered his hairy, fat frame. He’d just taken a Jacuzzi bath with…what was her name again? Not that it mattered. The skinny brunette he was enjoying himself with was merely a commodity to be bought and sold. Carragher stepped back into the master bedroom.
There she lay-no older than twenty-two-listlessly on the king-sized bed. Although Carragher had found her charming, the feeling was far from mutual. What the career bureaucrat lacked in charm, he more than made up for with the sheer amount of power he wielded over every living creature in the nearly 46,000-square kilometer region. In the district administrator’s day-to-day dealings with people, he couldn’t help but exude the urban central Canadian elitist mindset that had been engrained into him from day one. He’d been educated in an expensive preppy private school in the Montreal suburb of Westmount. He had never known anything except for privilege.
Craving the sex he’d had great difficulty acquiring before, Carragher ordered those NAP troopers who were his personal bodyguards to bring women-particularly those of the young persuasion-to him. Most of these ‘enemies of the state’ had loved ones living in the district. Those who fulfilled his desires were granted special privileges. The young woman, whose name was Makayla, averted her eyes as Carragher sat down on the bed.
“You really made my night, ah… Makayla, isn’t it?”
You don’t have to be frightened of me. I’m generally a very reasonable as well as friendly person. But I have always been a strong believer in the honor system. Do what I tell you to do and you will be rewarded. Just out of curiosity, what offense have you been incarcerated for?”
“I wrote letters to local newspapers.”
“What were they in regards to?”
“How big corporations have bought democratically elected governments and enslaved the citizens of Canada. Last time I checked, there was still freedom of speech in this country.”
“Exactly what country are you referring to? Canada? Hasn’t been freedom here in decades. The good ole’ USofA? Definitely not Mexico or any one of the countless third world banana republics that were annexed into the union. There is only the Republic of North America. And have no illusions. The only rights you, I or any one of the five hundred million citizens of this nation have are the ones bestowed upon us by the government. I hope you do understand.”
Makayla mildly resisted Carragher’s advances as he moved closer to her.
“The good thing is, as of right now, you have been given a chance to redeem yourself-so to speak. Your crimes can be forgiven, but first you must completely renounce your old ways.”
Doing an incredibly bad job of acting sexy, Carragher, silk thong underwear underneath his expansive waistline, lay down so he was face-to-face with Makayla. It was obvious even to him that she was turned off. She recoiled uncomfortably as he began accosting her.
“What’s wrong? You didn’t have any problem with me an hour ago.”
“Please,” she pleaded. “No more.”
Makayla could sense the angry vibes emanating off of the autocratic leader.
“It isn’t as though you have a tremendous amount of choice in the matter,” He said. “Hell, you’ve got no choice but to do what you’re told. Makayla, you don’t seem to grasp what I am truly capable of doing. I can be your best friend or your worst enemy.”
Makayla stirred unnervingly. She felt violated. Sickened at even being in the presence of this overweight, manipulative tyrant.
“Now if I’m not mistaken, your brother and his wife live here in the city. They haven’t gone anywhere because they are prohibited from doing so. If you pleasure me, I will arrange for your brother to visit you. I might even get a few strings pulled so that you can have nicer accommodations inside of the facility. You do want freedom, don’t you?”
Makayla’s eyes began to tear up. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. This fiendish subhuman held her life in his hands. She thought of her older brother, Matthew, whom she hadn’t seen since being locked up. Makayla put her loathing for Frank Carragher out of her mind and smiled seductively at him. It was an obvious façade but at least she was willing to do it, and that’s all that mattered to him.
“Alright,” Makayla said as she kissed Carragher. “I’m going to make you feel happier than you’ve ever felt in your entire life.”