Thread: What Happens to Little Snoops {darkest_fate&DeviantDesire}

It was rare that an incident would come to the attention of Mr. Diaz, of Sunlit Corporations. The self-made man was not often disturbed. In point of fact, not many of the various workers of the main building nor its many subsidiaries had actually seen Mr. Diaz in action for several years. They all knew him to be getting on in years, pushing toward the upper edge of his forties, but he'd always been a robust man. They simply had to discard the rumors of his more... unsavory tendencies those rumors that hinted toward a very obvious reason people didn't see him. They sometimes saw girls head into the Diaz mansion, but, as the rumor went, those same girls never came out. Rumor stretched even further, suggesting that, in fact, at least one girl had escaped, escaped and talked of being trussed up in a room, regularly visited with all kinds of... unpleasantries forced upon them. But no one really took those things seriously Mr. Diaz surely had other things bothering him. It was rarer still, however, that something would directly call the attentions of Mrs. Diaz. What most didn't realize was that the younger, striking Diaz had been running the true money-making side of Sunlit for ages. They'd been dealing in all kinds of underhanded business for over two decades now, since the then twenty-three year old Mercedes Diaz had first stumbled upon a pair of workers selling drugs during business hours. Things had expanded since then, with the Diaz family using extensive ties to Central America to process numerous substances. Only those in the highest levels of Sunlit knew the truth that Mrs. Diaz was, simply put, a crime boss. On some level, Mercedes Diaz looked the part. She quite often wore female pant-suits, most often dark and striped, such as the dark blue one that encased her shapely body today. The woman had always veered to the curvy side, as many Latin women did, with a smackable ass and an impressive bust. So far, time, money, and exercise had been kind to all, keeping the woman in an hourglass figure. The tight pantsuit seemed to help in those matters, though few would realize that a corset underneath certainly added to it. Mercedes couldn't fully fight the ravages of time. Were it not for treatments, her ruddy brown hair would possess streaks of gray. Makeup and said treatments prevented wrinkles from appearing, though it did give her an almost harsh mask. Steely gray eyes and tight lips only further added to that, as did the severe, slicked back hair that extended just below her shoulders. The woman carried herself with authority, and proudly tread the line between Bond villain obvious and aging trophy wife. Now, however, she entered the room where her attention was needed. Her people had find a snoop, some cocky youngster who had dared look into Sunlit's deepest files. According to the information Mercedes received, this girl, and she'd been described as such, had somehow managed to get past their security. This same girl had gotten all the way to Mercedes's own private office. This girl had then somehow managed to get the codes into Mercedes' private files. This girl had then been caught mid-look, but to have gotten so far earned attention. That the girl had been described as attractive only further fueled Mercedes's desire to see her. For as even fewer knew it was not her husband that kept the girls in chambers for days on end. This girl was in a cell. There was no other word for it. A flat bed stood slightly off center it looked more like a slab of cold steel. One wall contained two-way shatter-proof glass. Another had what looked to be a toilet. Another blank while the last had what appeared to be chains attached. Said room was in the bowels of the Sunlit building, and had been built to Mercedes's specifications. You weren't brought here with the intent of finding your way back out. The impressive woman stood at the glass, her arms folded beneath her impressive breasts. She stared impassively at the girl on the other side, raking her over with those steely gray eyes. So, you're the girl who managed to get into my office, said Mercedes, her voice only slightly clipped with an untraceable Latin accent. The Diaz family was supposedly from Mexico, but even that was, like so much, shrouded in a good deal of mystery. Quite impressive. The woman squinted slightly, staring closely at the girl's face. It's strange, but I swear I have seen you before. Tell me, girl, why would I have seen your pretty face?