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Subject: {ASSM} Custody Dispute Settled Chapter 2 by Tim Merrigan (Plot, no sex)
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Date: Fri, 09 Sep 2011 07:10:03 -0400
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Custody Dispute Settled
By Tim Merrigan

I entered the man's cell, carrying the girl by the strip tie
connecting her wrists and ankles, and a bag containing the woman's
head and hands and dropped them on the cell floor.  The girl grunted
through her gag when she hit the floor.

"I believe these are yours.

"Now your ransom is 1,099,992 American dollars.  I took the liberty of
collecting the first 100 pesos in trade from your daughter.  It would
have been 1,000 dollars, but, as I suspect you know, she wasn't a
virgin."

"I thought it was one million even?"

"That was before the hit on your wife."

He took the gag off the girl, saying, "Are you alright Baby," in
soothing tones.

She started crying, "Daddy, that man shot Mommy and hurt me."

"It's OK Baby, Daddy's here now; everything will be OK, soon."

I backhanded him across the face, knocking him to the floor.  "Don't
lie to the bitch!  Nothing is going to 'be OK' for either of you till
we get our money."

"Daddy!" the girl screamed, then shot daggers at me, her head and eyes
being all she could move.

I tossed his smart phone, that we'd confiscated when he was first
taken, onto the cot, "Now, get busy, the sooner we get our money, the
sooner you go home.

"Feel free to call the police, the local police are in our pocket, the
Federalis can't touch us, and we're outside U.S. jurisdiction, but,
just in case, we've disabled the GPS chip."

I pulled the woman's head from the bag, holding it by the hair, "And
your wife being trustee of your daughter's money is no longer a
problem."  Taking up the phone again, I took a picture of the head,
"That should be sufficient proof of death, for her."  I sat the head
on the cot, and handed him a copy of today's El Diario, "Hold this up
so the headlines are visible," stepped back to the cell door, and took
a picture of them, "and that should be adequate proof of life for you
two."

"If you don't raise all the money in 24 hours, she'll work off the
difference at 100 pesos a trick, less room and board of 1000 pesos a
day for her crib and this cell, and 2 pesos a day for tortillas and
beans.  Anything extra will cost extra, negotiated at the time.

"When she's not working she'll stay here, you can use her for free," I
took the wedding ring off the woman's hand, and slipped it over the
girl's wedding ring finger, "I now pronounce father and wife, what
Diablo has joined together let no man put asunder.  She is your
property, after all, doubly now, hija y esposa.

"Now you have a couple choices, first, I can cut her ties, or not, up
to you..."

"Cut her loose."

"That takes care of the second, if you'd left her tied, I could have
replaced the ball gag with a ring gag, but if she can take it off at
will there's no point."

I cut the strip ties from the girl's wrists and ankles, and pulled her
nightgown off, leaving her naked, saying, "You won't be needing this,
and my daughter might like it.

"And finally," I put the head back in the bag, "unless you want
these," holding up the bag, "I'll ad them to the bean pot, a little
meat is always welcome."

I tossed the ring and the phone on the cot and left, not waiting for a
response, locking the cell door behind me.

As I left I heard the girl say, "Daddy!  I don't want to eat Mommy!"

"Don't worry, Honey, just don't eat the beans for the next few days.
And maybe it won't come to that if I can get the other trustees to
release your money and transfer it to their accounts."

I smiled, closed the viewport, and tossed the bag into the latrine.

BTW my daughter loved the nightgown, and the rest of the girl's
wardrobe.

Well, technically she isn't MY daughter; I got her after the rest of
her family were killed when the Cartel invaded the Alcalde's Palace.
She looked so cute there in her bassinet, I just couldn't kill her.
And the Cartel let me keep her, instead of selling her on the baby
market.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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