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Authors: Luke Young
Tags: Contemporary
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An hour later, Brock returned to consciousness and found himself naked suspended by a rope tied around his chest, dangling high in the air, ten feet above a huge steel, twenty-foot-wide, industrial vat of white chocolate. Both his hands and feet were bound together with large plastic cable ties. It was like an absurd scene from an old James Bond movie. Nasir was standing on a platform alongside the vat and two other men held rifles gazing up at him wearing evil grins. Both Marci and Stephanie remained tied standing upright with their hands behind their backs.
"You killed my brother you American pig!" Nasir sneered. "You probably don't remember him or me— I got away from you, but I never forgot your chocolate stench."
"Let them go. This is between you and me."
"I want them to watch you die, like I watched my brother die."
Nasir's eyes went to Brock's unbelievably colossal package. "Everything with you Americans is big— big cars, big houses, big meals and your big penis. You make me sick with that thing."
"Um, most guys aren't even close to that size," Marci chimed in.
Stephanie added, "She's right. Yeah, most men don't even have half of—"
"Silence!" Looking down to the women, Nasir frowned. "Shut up or I'll kill you now instead of later."
"So what's the plan , you terrorist scum?" Brock boomed.
Returning his attention to the suspended SEAL, Nasir smiled. "Monday morning at ten, two chemical weapons will activate releasing poison gas into the ventilation systems killing all two thousand workers. When they find your body days later with the skin melted off from that molten chocolate, they won't even be able to identify you."
Brock burst into laughter.
"What is so funny?"
"That chocolate is just over one hundred ten degrees. It's not even as warm as a hot tub , you stupid terrorist fuck."
Nasir looked down to the two men with his hands raised and eye narrowed, waiting.
"He is right." The man shrugged. "Is not very hot, but tastes good."
"Idiots!" Nasir grunted then looked up to Brock. "Never the less…" Taking hold of a rope tied to the railing of the platform, he pulled a large knife from a holder on his belt and went to work sawing at it. "You love chocolate so much, Cocoa Death— let's see how long you can swim in it with your hands and feet bound before you sink to the bottom… dead."
Suddenly two gunshots back to back reverberated in the large steel building. Both men standing below fell to the concrete floor. Nasir looked around in a panic for the source of the shots and a millisecond later took one right between the eyes. He slumped forward over the railing then tumbled headfirst into the lukewarm white chocolate pool.
Brock spun around scanning the plant for the person responsible then he heard a woman's voice shout out, "Consider yourself enrobed, bitch!"
Gloria appeared from behind one of the racks and smiled up to Brock.
"Gloria, how the hell did you do that?" Brock asked.
"You're not the only one with special skills my boy." She took a few steps closer and focused in on Brock's prize. She inhaled deeply and shook her head, "Speaking of special skills… Wow wee, I'd love to dip you down into that chocolate, but just up to your waist mind you… and enjoy a big, big chocolate bar." Turning to the women, she winked. "I prefer dark chocolate though."
The two nodded in agreement.
13
The plant shut down for the subsequent investigation and cleaning, but was back up to full production capacity within two weeks. On a well-deserved vacation, Gloria was interviewed on the Today show that morning, and was currently on a plane heading toward Los Angeles for her appearance on the Tonight show. She was also scheduled to meet with her newly acquired hotshot agent who's been fielding offers from major publishers for a seven figure book deal with a working title of, Consider Yourself Enrobed, Bitch! Although the title, Enrobe This , had lately been gaining some traction
12
An hour later, Brock returned to consciousness and found himself naked suspended by a rope tied around his chest, dangling high in the air, ten feet above a huge steel, twenty-foot-wide, industrial vat of white chocolate. Both his hands and feet were bound together with large plastic cable ties. It was like an absurd scene from an old James Bond movie. Nasir was standing on a platform alongside the vat and two other men held rifles gazing up at him wearing evil grins. Both Marci and Stephanie remained tied standing upright with their hands behind their backs.
"You killed my brother you American pig!" Nasir sneered. "You probably don't remember him or me— I got away from you, but I never forgot your chocolate stench."
"Let them go. This is between you and me."
"I want them to watch you die, like I watched my brother die."
Nasir's eyes went to Brock's unbelievably colossal package. "Everything with you Americans is big— big cars, big houses, big meals and your big penis. You make me sick with that thing."
"Um, most guys aren't even close to that size," Marci chimed in.
Stephanie added, "She's right. Yeah, most men don't even have half of—"
"Silence!" Looking down to the women, Nasir frowned. "Shut up or I'll kill you now instead of later."
"So what's the plan , you terrorist scum?" Brock boomed.
Returning his attention to the suspended SEAL, Nasir smiled. "Monday morning at ten, two chemical weapons will activate releasing poison gas into the ventilation systems killing all two thousand workers. When they find your body days later with the skin melted off from that molten chocolate, they won't even be able to identify you."
Brock burst into laughter.
"What is so funny?"
"That chocolate is just over one hundred ten degrees. It's not even as warm as a hot tub , you stupid terrorist fuck."
Nasir looked down to the two men with his hands raised and eye narrowed, waiting.
"He is right." The man shrugged. "Is not very hot, but tastes good."
"Idiots!" Nasir grunted then looked up to Brock. "Never the less…" Taking hold of a rope tied to the railing of the platform, he pulled a large knife from a holder on his belt and went to work sawing at it. "You love chocolate so much, Cocoa Death— let's see how long you can swim in it with your hands and feet bound before you sink to the bottom… dead."
Suddenly two gunshots back to back reverberated in the large steel building. Both men standing below fell to the concrete floor. Nasir looked around in a panic for the source of the shots and a millisecond later took one right between the eyes. He slumped forward over the railing then tumbled headfirst into the lukewarm white chocolate pool.
Brock spun around scanning the plant for the person responsible then he heard a woman's voice shout out, "Consider yourself enrobed, bitch!"
Gloria appeared from behind one of the racks and smiled up to Brock.
"Gloria, how the hell did you do that?" Brock asked.
"You're not the only one with special skills my boy." She took a few steps closer and focused in on Brock's prize. She inhaled deeply and shook her head, "Speaking of special skills… Wow wee, I'd love to dip you down into that chocolate, but just up to your waist mind you… and enjoy a big, big chocolate bar." Turning to the women, she winked. "I prefer dark chocolate though."
The two nodded in agreement.
13
The plant shut down for the subsequent investigation and cleaning, but was back up to full production capacity within two weeks. On a well-deserved vacation, Gloria was interviewed on the Today show that morning, and was currently on a plane heading toward Los Angeles for her appearance on the Tonight show. She was also scheduled to meet with her newly acquired hotshot agent who's been fielding offers from major publishers for a seven figure book deal with a working title of, Consider Yourself Enrobed, Bitch! Although the title, Enrobe This , had lately been gaining some traction
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