La richesse à travers l'atrocité

[Lucas]

La richesse à travers l'atrocité
Wealth through atrocity

» Did we get everyone ? He shouted at one of his men, seemingly exhausted from taking over the transport. He stared his subordinate directly into the eyes, showing that he was serious this time.

» Qui... Monsieur. We got them all, and for now they are unharmed. The subordinate said, as he was trying to bear the glance of his captain.

» Tres bien. Bring me one of the male subjects so that we can check the quality. The man said, not loosing eyecontact for even a single second. His eyes were cold, and it felt like he had been doing this forever. What he did was cruel, and he knew that, but he certainly did not care anymore.

» Oui, as you wish. I'll get one here. The subordinate responded, leaving the cabin as quick as he could, seemingly happy to be out of the sight of his captain. He got one of the captured men, and walked back into the cabin that his captain was waiting in. The walls were stained in blood, and it was reeking of of decay.
» Here he is, fresh and an explicit subject, Monsieur. The man stuttered, as he was already expexting a cruel move by his captain. The subject was thrown into the cabin, tied up, and with a look on his face as if he knew what was going to happen to him.

» Monsieur, why are you so afraid? The man said, chuckling, and obviously amused by the scared man that was just thrown into this terrible cabin.

» I am not afraid, Monsieur. He stuttered, trying to not show how he really felt. He had tears in his eyes, and was tied up so roughly that his body already had marks of the bonds.

» You are not ? Then let me show you that you might want to be afraid of us. The captain whispered into his ear. He took a step back and looked the man that was kneeling infront of him, giving him the same cold look that his subordinate has had to bear before.
» The right or the left side ? He asked.

»Je ne sais pas, Monsieur. What are you planning ? The frightened man asked, barely able to talk a single word. He looked at the captain for just a second, and immediatly had to look away as he got a glance of the captains eyes. He knew that there was no way to get out of this.

» Monsieur, you are a shame. I gave you the option to choose, and yet you are unable to even understand such a simple question ? He laughed at the man, and proceeded to take out an old, rusty and bloodstained knife. One swift strike was all it took, and the man had lost his right eye and hand. Blood was dripping from where his eye and hand formerly were, and the captain could not prevent to smile at the man.

» Throw him back to the other subejcts. The captain said, and by his voice you could hear that he did not care at all.
»We will sell the women and children to some Slavetraders, or you can take them yourself if you find interest in one of them, and the men will... get the usual procedure. Our contracing parties are running out of organs. That was all that the captain said to his subordinate, who immediatly began to carry out the instruction.
» I expect you to also throw that hand in there later and clean this mess up. The captain said to his subordinate, who then nodded.

» Why.. are you doing this, Monsieur ?! The man screamed in pain, and it was clear to hear that he was angry, yet desperate. He knew that he would die, no matter what happened at this point.

»To make money off of your poor existance, Monsieur. It was a shame that you have worked under the Gallic Crown, because if you did not, you might not have suffered such a fate. The captain responded, with the same calm voice as before. He looked back at the subject, and had to grin when he saw that he was holding his wound with his left hand.
»One more question like that and you will loose your left side, too, Monsieur. Make sure to tell the other people that they are going to die, so that they can at least prepare. He said to the man, now even laughing at him. This scenario felt familiar to him, maybe beacuse this was not the first or the last time that he has been doing this..

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