From: OneSickPuppy@Mail.net   
      
   Broken Promises 3   
      
   By Loki925 and Old Boy (M+/g+, nc)   
      
   "...Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to   
   breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the   
   homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door." -   
   Emma Lazarus.   
      
   This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is   
   coincidental. The authors do not condone actual violence.   
      
   On a ship at sea three weeks out of Hong Kong:   
      
   Li Sang, his wife Sing, his daughter Jade, and one hundred other people   
   were stuffed into a cargo container. The only light there was filtered   
   in through the small overhead vent. There was little water or food and   
   the container reeked from the single overflowing bucket of human waste.   
      
   All the families had paid for this trip; a journey that they all hoped   
   would lead to freedom. But little did they know they had purchased   
   little more than slavery.   
      
   Conditions in the container were harsh. The food and water had run out   
   yesterday. Everyone was hungry and thirsty and a few of the older   
   passengers could not hold out much longer. Still there was great   
   anticipation among the people who occupied the cargo container. The ship   
   would dock later tonight and all of them would be able to eat and drink,   
   and take their first steps in the land of great promise.   
      
   Somewhere in Beverly Hills in a large greenhouse Mr. John Lee tended to   
   his orchids. Mr. Lee had left Hong Kong before the former British colony   
   was turned over to China. He did not believe the bull shit the new   
   government tried to feed him. He had closed his bank and sold off all   
   his assets. Then he had moved to America, a country that always welcomes   
   billionaires.   
      
   John had a passion for the beauty of orchids and roses. But what he   
   liked to do best was destroy that beauty shortly after the flowers   
   bloomed rich with beauty and life. He was a firm believer that all   
   beauty is fleeting, and to this end he enjoyed the death of a simple   
   flower more than its transient life.   
      
   However John had a darker hobby than simply destroying beautiful   
   flowers. He was an admirer of the art of death. He had the finest   
   collection of pictures and snuff films that money could buy. His   
   favorite artiste was a man who called himself El Diablo.   
      
   El Diablo had five films to his credit and each one was more exquisitely   
   beautiful than the last. The man was a true artist when it came to   
   snuffing out a little girl's life. Once John had attempted to duplicate   
   the artist, but his attempt was clumsy and totally without merit. His   
   young victim had died much too soon, without experiencing the prolonged   
   agony of torture, impalement, and gradual dismemberment that El Diablo   
   inflicted on his victims.   
      
   John gave The Devil his due and he spent many happy hours attending to   
   his cock as he watched the great artiste perform on film, enjoying the   
   sufferings of the little girls as their lives were gradually taken from   
   them.   
      
   John tossed a just blossomed very rare Tetrapis orchid onto a slow   
   burning brazier. He watched as the flames kissed the beauty of the   
   elegant flower. He felt his cock stir in his pants, but the death of the   
   precious flower was interrupted by one of John's servants.   
      
   The servant handed John a note. He grabbed the note and glared at his   
   servant. This note had better be important or his servant would find   
   himself starving on the cruel streets.   
      
   John read the note and not believing it he read it again. He quickly   
   dismissed his servant and took his cell phone off his belt. He made a   
   call to his agent, a call that would acquire for him an extremely rare   
   beauty, a seven-year-old Chinese girl with green eyes.   
      
   Wong Chang had worked for Mr. Lee for some time. He was Mr. Lee's   
   contact between the legitimate world and the seedy world of the Tongs.   
   Wong made his through Chinatown, through its dark back alleys where   
   tourists never trod.   
      
   He walked into a small Chinese herb store and out the back. He continued   
   on to a small door. He tapped on the door and a small portal opened. The   
   man on the other side of the portal seeing Wong opened the door. Wong   
   was escorted to Hung Fat's office.   
      
   The door to Hung's office was opened by one of two large Chinese men   
   holding an automatic weapon. The men and their weapons were mainly for   
   show. No one could have gotten this far unless he was welcome.   
      
   Wong politely bowed his head and Hung did the same. The two men sat at a   
   small table and were brought hot green tea by a young female servant.   
   After the men drank some tea, they discussed other peripheral issues   
   that Hung and Mr. Lee had in common. With that done Wong and Hung got   
   down to business, haggling over the price of a green-eyed seven-year-old   
   Chinese girl due to arrive that evening.   
      
   Later that night at the docks:   
      
   The shipping container with the one hundred people was placed on a truck   
   that easily passed through a certain well paid-off customs agent's   
   station. A few hours later the truck pulled into a large warehouse and   
   continued on to a special station at the back of the building.   
      
   When the truck entered the station large doors closed behind the truck.   
   The back door to the truck was opened. Inside the truck were several   
   large crates of genuine knock-off items. Those crates had to be unloaded   
   before the human cattle were unloaded.   
      
   Wong, Hung and two men in white jackets waited to inspect the cargo   
   before the final price was set. One of the men was a physician but the   
   other was a fake. Mr. Lee wanted his new flower to be in excellent   
   condition, before he would have El Diablo slowly destroy it to the   
   accompaniment of Mozart's Requiem Mass in D minor. It would be a true   
   Opera of Death if the flower was found to be suitable.   
      
   The last crate was removed from the truck and then the one hundred weary   
   travelers began to exit the container. They were given water and a bit   
   of food, and then were shown to a communal shower room where they were   
   told to wash themselves clean. When they emerged from the shower, no   
   longer stinking, they were given cheap clean robes to put on.   
      
   The Chinese were told in their own language that before they could go on   
   to their new lives they would have to be examined by the doctors. They   
   had no idea that these would be lives as slave laborers or as bondage   
   slaves.   
      
   The new slaves lined up and started to walk past the doctors. Families   
   who had suitable daughters were singled out and were taken to a back   
   room. Jade and her parents were among this group.   
      
   Wong and Hung admired the new young female flesh, especially Jade who   
   with her green glowing eyes was an exceptionally beautiful girl. Jade   
   was taken by the doctors to another well-lit room where she received a   
   full medical check up. The real doctor focused on her health while the   
      
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