Drillmington: Throne of Blood

Dominico Sate ran his mouth. “I don’t give a damn! We need to be five, ten steps ahead of the cops. There’s someone out there snapping up people in the life. We’re not pimps. We’re clearly about moving flesh. we’re in the business of putting skin out there!”

Whoever was on the other line was just taking Sate’s words. He or she was just taking the time to see how long it would be until he was done shouting. Then he turned to his lady.

“Now, what is it that you wanted my dearest?”

“I need $2000, Daddy,” Geronica Gulls proclaimed.

“You need to start serving. You can’t get the money if you don’t serve. You have to keep the amount of work on the street before you can benefit from them.” His calmness was in direct contrast to whom he was yelling at on the phone.

“Okay, Daddy, but—-”

“No, ‘Okay, Daddy.’ You need to put more time in the street. You’ve been slacking these past few weeks. That’s why you’re asking me right now. You wouldn’t be questioning me right now. Get out there.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Leave.” Geronica ran out of his office. His lieutenants just stood by and watched the entire scene play out. Not one word escaped their lips. They each had a sense like they should say something but instead kept mum.

Sate turned to them.

“So what is it? Are you going to say something?”

“No, we just—” Nam Black started.

“Shut up. Shut up!” Sate snapped.

“All of you get the hell out of here. Now!”

A vein in Sate’s neck protruded. He used steel balls to relax himself. He massaged the back of his neck.

He looked at the plans to distribute his trafficking across the country. It continued like this for an hour. He sketched out his operations for the next few years. Sate used a pen and pad to not be tracked. He employed burner phones and instituted rules for his “merchandise.”

Paragraphs filled the sheets. It was like he was bleeding out his way of making evil more real. He outlined sacrifices and selflessness. He wrote down how unselfish he was being and believing that was part of his benevolent overlord appeal.

In all, he spent even more time making this a covert operation. The evasion of law enforcement had begun to really try his nerves. It felt like something that had been nagging at him for months now. When he picked up the pen to write, he had the notion that he was supposed to be this figurehead. A shiny example of a businessman. Sate could not stand being ousted from his throne.

It was a throne of blood. He had killed four young women in the past six weeks. They didn’t meet his quota. Sate had started within the police force handling cases of abuse and trafficking. He picked up on all of the ins and outs of the activity.

That’s why he knew about all of the different ways he could command his lieutenants and keep his women in order. Everything he had learned as a cop came in handy. He could understand all of the motives and operations. Except that his underlings were being snitched on by some force he could not tell. There was someone out there who was taking out his cohorts. He started sweating.

It trickled down his cheek and he wiped it away with a silk cloth. He knew that he had to stop the bleeding. There had to be some way before he had no one under his very control.