Madame Yu sat at a table near the center of the common room. Several TV screens, secured behind plexiglass, were at one end of the room with a small group of women watching. Another group was doing some craft in a small huddle. The far corner had women working out with simple exercise equipment.

Ma'am was there doing arm curls and smiling venomously to herself.

In-between these groups, women shifted and flowed. Some gossiped. Some read. Some stared lost in what only they could see.

Wei Ying walked amongst the women. Bothering no one. Just peering over shoulders. Smiling absently. Whistling a bit. Always moving closer.

Madame Yu watched him from the side of her eyes. She hated him for contaminating her home. For being loved by her children. For simply being.

Finally, he settled himself comfortably in the seat opposite her.

She looked away. Unwilling to acknowledge him.

"Madame Yu." he said respectfully with a slight smirk.

He looked at her orange outfit. "Not really your color, is it? Perhaps you can discuss it with the Comissioner of Prisons. I believe he was at one of the parties you threw. If I remember correctly, you locked me in my room during that event. Ahhh, thank the gods Karma has a sense of irony not to mention humor."

His smile broadened further.

"Soooo... how long do you think you have? Until they know why you're here, I mean?"

His smile was now stretching to the edges of his face. Horrifying in its good humor as he contemplated her situation.

"Go away." she muttered.

"Pardon? I didn't hear you, Madame." he said politely as his grin got sharper.

Hungrier.

"I said go away!" her voice was clear and vicious.

"Now that sounds like you! Cold. Self-righteous. Vile." he laughed. Malicious glee dripped from his voice to sizzle on the table top.

She glared at him. Stared him dead in the eye.

"Fuck off, you little bastard." Her tone was pointed and poisonous.

Wei Ying broke into merry peals of laughter.

"Unfortunately - for you - I have no plans to go anywhere." His teeth lengthened as each word fell from his lips.

"You made my life hell. I'm just here to repay the favor." His eyes flickered crimson.

There was a commotion at the end of the room pulling Madame Yu's attention.

" - uncovered evidence of human trafficking that can be specifically linked to Mayor Jin Guangshan. This may also be connected to both his son, Jin Zixun, who was arrested today on murder charges and Madame Yu Ziyuan who was arrested yesterday for human trafficking."

A picture of Madame Yu flashed up on the screen. The mug shot** was far from flattering but there was no doubt who she was. A woman turned to look at her.

"You sold people?" The voice was small. Incredulous. Falling like a stone in a pond in the suddenly silent room.

Ripples of whispers crossed the space only to hit a cluster of women and bounce away yet again.

Slowly, all heads were turned toward Madame Yu. Some began to edge forward.

"I was sold. Grabbed when I ran away trying to save myself. Sold to people who raped me. Beat me. Drugged me. Prostituted me. Destroyed me." The words were strangled. Tortured then torn from the woman's throat.

Wei Ying stood somberly to the side. His red eyes flashed from the trembling woman back to Madame Yu.

"I would say you are about to reap what you sowed." Wei Ying's voice was flat.

Whistling softly, he turned away as the prisoners began to close in.
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Jin Zixun blankly answered whatever questions the police put to him regarding his basic information while staring at a point somewhere over the officer's right shoulder.

He was thinking.

There was no chance he would get out of being prosecuted. If he was convicted would it be a firing squad or a life sentence?

If prison was all he had left, could he use it?

Violence was common in prisons. Almost inevitable. There was nothing to keep him from finding someone he could hurt. Make them scream their pain until the screams touched him again. Caressed his cock until he came.

He shivered and the officer taking his fingerprints stared at him oddly. Jin Zixun continued to gaze into nothing. Lost in the fantasy.

He would be more careful next time. There were plenty of ways to make someone scream without killing them.

They took his expensive watch and clothing. Gave him an orange shirt, orange pants and black slides.

They dumped him unceremoniously in common holding.

No one noticed.

Jin Zixun was insulted.

Looking around, he found an empty seat and planted himself in it. He began to observe the people around with disdain.

Jin Zixun still believed what he had been told all his life. He was Jin. He was somehow superior because they were rich and money always equaled power. Power meant you could do whatever you wanted. Be who you wanted.

Take what you wanted.

The world was about to prove him wrong.

Near him was an attractive young man. Average in size. No real muscles. He kept glancing at a group of men huddled in serious conversation.

Zixun moved over to sit next to the young man. He tried to smile but it sat awkwardly on his face.

"What is your name?" It wasn't a request. It was a demand from a man used to speaking to servants.

"B-Bohai." the man stuttered looking at the group of men again.

"We should go to the bathroom." Zixun tried to appear seductive.

The young man shuddered.

"No." he said as he stood.

On the far side of the group of men, a head jerked up having noticed the motion.

Zixun grabbed Bohai's arm.

"I bet you'd enjoy it!" he tried again to be seductive and failed utterly.

Bohai tried to yank his arm out of Zixun's grip. Annoyed, Zixun tightened his hold.

"You will come with me." he growled at the frightened man who suddenly looked very relieved.

This confused Jin Zixun for a moment then a large hand grabbed his wrist and squeezed. He couldn't help the cry of pain that escaped him.

"That's my brother." the owner of the hand said. The voice was deep and angry. "Touch him again and I'll rip your arm off."

A last squeeze with a twist to make the point had Zixun whimpering and cradling his wrist to his chest.

Prison 1
Jin Zixun 0
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Jin Guangshan hit the call button.

Nothing.

No butler. No maid.

Nothing.

He had spent the afternoon sitting and staring at the empty safe. Making a bottle of whiskey equally empty.

He stood and, with his half empty glass, shambled out of the room.

At the top of the stairs, he paused.

No muted sounds in the kitchen.

No whisper of maid's clothing as they moved about the mansion.

No stiff firm steps of the butler.

Nothing but echoing silence.

He could hear one thing though. The sounds of voices outside.

Peeking out a second story window, Jin Guangshan could observe a sea of reporters, photographers and news crews. They just stood there on the other side of the drive way and stared at the mansion. Whispering to each other. Occasionally laughing. Playing with their phones.

He watched as all their phones began to go off at once like a discordant moment in an opera.

They looked at the mansion. What began as a tentative step became a flood of people rushing forward.

"Mayor, did you really traffic people?"

"How many people did you sell?"

"Did your son really kill a prostitute?"

"Mayor?"
"Mayor?"
"Mayor?"

The voices blended together becoming the voice of a single creature.

He backed away from the window and silently as a ghost returned to his office and shut the door.
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