Thread: Trophy (Devilla-Roche and Greg Grey)

Milenka tells me there is nothing she needs. Nothing she wants. Of course, I don't totally believe her. I believe she's being told by these people to act happy, content, at all costs. Perhaps her life in the facility is actually better than it was in her village...but I know she's not being allowed much freedom. I know the comforts are...very limited. That she doesn't ask for anything ...? That tells me she is either very submissive, very scared of them? of me ? or both. Her eyes, her nervous glance up at Belshka, confirms this for me... ...and that I have to get her out of there. From behind her, Belshka asks if Milenka can be excused, citing a long day. Yes, yes, of course... I agree, watching Milenka's face. Though it is morning here, with the time difference it is getting to be late at night where they are. And I want a few words with you, Belshka, I say, and before Milenka starts to stand, I add, But first, Milenka, one more thing... She looks promptly back into the camera. Though I had not planned on saying this on our first meeting, I can't ignore the feeling I get off this girl...she seems so genuine, so unaffected. So...perfectly what I was looking for. I just wanted to tell you...before you go...that, uh... Her eyes, magically sparkling like gems, fluster me for a moment. ...that I'm very excited to meet you. I can't wait for when you're ready, to come here to America... Though she doesn't speak before getting up to leave - again, probably the influence of Belshka standing behind her - her smile grows warmly, ebulliently, almost giddily, and her full chest swells in enthusiasm. She does, though, with Belshka's hand falling to her shoulder, stand and move offscreen without a word. The camera is joslted, for a moment, as an unseen hand behind the camera swings it, to follow her walk from the room. My throat catches at the sight of her shockingly impressive legs and rear, displayed to full effect in a tiny pair of white denim shorts, with hips swaying lasciviously as she exits, and is ushered out by Belshka. Nice, yes? he says, with an unpleasant leer into the camera as he sits, heavily, in Milenka's place. He glances, for a moment, above and behind the camera - almost for direction. But he quickly returns his beady eyes to me. She is growing up strong , that one. She is to be...how you say?...our 'masterpiece'. With a self-satisfied smile, he waits for my reaction. Yes...yes, I agree, suddenly uncomfortable, She's...very nice. I pause, and take a drink of water. I'm always thirsty. You have...done a good job, choosing her. I think she's going to, uh, work out well. She's...very pretty. Again, I am a little mortified at the whole situation, having to come to this point to...let's face it...bring my fantasies to life. Pretty? he all but snorts, She is going to be fucking goddess soon. More treatments, more workout. How you like her breasts? You want them bigger? Taken aback, all of a sudden, by his frankness, I'm a little thrown. w-wh..w-whu..? But then, after a moment - trying not to stammer in chagrin - I answer Uh...yes. B-...Bigger, yes. Bigger, of course, Belshka agrees, looking again to the unseen presence behind the camera. He seems suddenly a bit diffident, humbled. We will do, sir, for you. Bigger. He looks into the camera, and straightens the cheap tie around his stout neck. Anything else...sir? Yes, I say sipping again at my water. I know we had set on a schedule, when she would be ready... Yes, Belshka agrees. But I want to move that up, as much as we can, I continue, Will she be ready in a month? He looks again, offscreen, for direction. Then he nods, back at me. Yes. Yes. It can be done... Good, I say. I am satisfied, relieved...for several reasons. Yes, I am excited to...gulp be with her. I can't even...I can't even imagine, what it will be like... But, also I want her out of there, as soon as possible. I feel responsible for her, and though I've agreed to subject her to this dehumanizing process, I want it over for her. I want to show her life in America, in Southern California. I want to get to know her... And, last - I want done with these people. I've broken so many of my own rules about business, about life in general, in my dealings with this company. I'm ashamed to have sunk to this to begin with, and when the time comes I plan on...I dunno...handing management of it over to someone else, one of my people. Someone discreet. I'd sell it away, but I know I need to keep everything quiet... Good, I repeat, more or less done with this man, but thinking of Milenka, I'd like more chances to video chat with her... We can do one more time, Belshka says, after direction from offscreen, in two week. One time. Fine, I agree, a little disappointed but not wanting to sound too...eager. But make sure - for me, Belshka - that she is comfortable. That she is allowed some time for recreation, to go out with the other girls. That she gets some exercise, and fresh air- Oh, she get out, she get fun. She get exercise, he interjects, lot of exercise. Is all good. Two week. He looks knowingly into the camera. 'Til then...you want pictures? Again I get a little flustered and I want to be done with this - but I can't resist. Yes...s-sure... I answer, just as I'm reaching to turn the camera off. In a blink, the video feed ends. I sit back in my chair... ...I need to think about getting things ready here, for her. She won't come here with much. She'll need a room, of her own. Some clothes? She'll need someone to help her...I'll need to think of an assistant, maybe? At least...a driver? So much to do, I think...feeling a little giddy myself...