Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Chapter 35 April 23, 2019 Antonio has a Question
Dr. Moore stared incredulously at Harold Antonia, along with a small weasel-looking man and David P! She struggled at her bonds and her gag. Harold, who was clearly in charge, gestured to one of the men, who removed Dr. Moore’s gag.
“What the hell is this Harold!” shouted Moore. “Have us untied immediately!”
“Now, now Professor Moore, calm down. I just have one question and then I can let you go. Where is the treasure?”
“What? You’ve got to be kidding. Let me loose!”
“I don’t kid about a hundred million Euros. Why do you think we “invested” all the money for your project? Certain “friends” of mine in Bulgaria were willing to invest. We had great confidence in you finding the hiding place. And now we can only hope that the treasure is still there. We expect to get a very nice return on our investment. Don’t worry your historian’s heart. We only want the gold and silver; we’ll leave any other historical objects. Now, tell me where to find it.”
“I will not! David, what are you doing here? Get us loose!”
Her student looked very ashamed. “Sorry Professor, you know my family’s desperate for money right now, medical bills for my brother! Mr. Antonio paid me very generously to keep him informed on our progress.”
“If you had simply told David the location last night, Dr. Moore,” added Harold, “all of this unpleasantness could have been avoided.”
“Please tell now, Professor. It’s just some gold and silver. Lives aren’t worth it!”
“I’ll never tell you, you traitor,” Barbara spit out the words. “How could you?”
“Actually, David is quite loyal to you. He wanted to back out this morning, but it was too late.”
“I was at the end of my rope! My brother is dying! Mr. Antonio promises no one would be hurt if you just tell us where the treasure is! Please!”
“I’ll never help you,” Barb said, looking at Antonio. “Not to help a thief steal precious history!”
“Oh, you will tell, Dr. Moore. I’m sure of that.” He turned to one of his men. “Strip them naked except their panties.”
The thugs proceeded to do so.
David began to object, but Antonio had one of his henchmen cuff and gag the young man and take him out of the room.
Antonio came up right in front of Barb, his face inches from hers.
“He has served his purpose. He really believed that I would never hurt anyone. In fact, if you had told him the location, I wouldn’t have had to snatch you.”
“Let us go!” demanded Dr. Moore.
“I’m afraid you don’t give the orders here. I truly like you and respect you, Professor Moore. I have no desire to hurt you. Though some of my men here desire to hurt girls, desire it very much!” He looked around and the thugs smiled wickedly. One drove a fist into his hand violently. Another was blatantly rubbing his crotch.
“My friends from Bulgaria who are not sentimental about History, or Professors or anything except their money,” Antonio said, gesturing to the weasel man. “They are very attached to their money! So, you will tell me where the treasure is, and you will lead us to it and you will watch as we haul away the gold and silver. It is up to you whether that happens with no pain to you and your student…” Barb flinched slightly as he threatened Messa. Damn, he saw that, she thought. Antonio frowned, “…or with a great deal of pain. Out of respect for you, I give you ten minutes to think it over. Think carefully – in the end you will tell me all I want. I promise you my men know how to do that.” He motioned for the men to un-gag Messaline and then they all left the room.
Dr. Moore stared incredulously at Harold Antonia, along with a small weasel-looking man and David P! She struggled at her bonds and her gag. Harold, who was clearly in charge, gestured to one of the men, who removed Dr. Moore’s gag.
“What the hell is this Harold!” shouted Moore. “Have us untied immediately!”
“Now, now Professor Moore, calm down. I just have one question and then I can let you go. Where is the treasure?”
“What? You’ve got to be kidding. Let me loose!”
“I don’t kid about a hundred million Euros. Why do you think we “invested” all the money for your project? Certain “friends” of mine in Bulgaria were willing to invest. We had great confidence in you finding the hiding place. And now we can only hope that the treasure is still there. We expect to get a very nice return on our investment. Don’t worry your historian’s heart. We only want the gold and silver; we’ll leave any other historical objects. Now, tell me where to find it.”
“I will not! David, what are you doing here? Get us loose!”
Her student looked very ashamed. “Sorry Professor, you know my family’s desperate for money right now, medical bills for my brother! Mr. Antonio paid me very generously to keep him informed on our progress.”
“If you had simply told David the location last night, Dr. Moore,” added Harold, “all of this unpleasantness could have been avoided.”
“Please tell now, Professor. It’s just some gold and silver. Lives aren’t worth it!”
“I’ll never tell you, you traitor,” Barbara spit out the words. “How could you?”
“Actually, David is quite loyal to you. He wanted to back out this morning, but it was too late.”
“I was at the end of my rope! My brother is dying! Mr. Antonio promises no one would be hurt if you just tell us where the treasure is! Please!”
“I’ll never help you,” Barb said, looking at Antonio. “Not to help a thief steal precious history!”
“Oh, you will tell, Dr. Moore. I’m sure of that.” He turned to one of his men. “Strip them naked except their panties.”
The thugs proceeded to do so.
David began to object, but Antonio had one of his henchmen cuff and gag the young man and take him out of the room.
Antonio came up right in front of Barb, his face inches from hers.
“He has served his purpose. He really believed that I would never hurt anyone. In fact, if you had told him the location, I wouldn’t have had to snatch you.”
“Let us go!” demanded Dr. Moore.
“I’m afraid you don’t give the orders here. I truly like you and respect you, Professor Moore. I have no desire to hurt you. Though some of my men here desire to hurt girls, desire it very much!” He looked around and the thugs smiled wickedly. One drove a fist into his hand violently. Another was blatantly rubbing his crotch.
“My friends from Bulgaria who are not sentimental about History, or Professors or anything except their money,” Antonio said, gesturing to the weasel man. “They are very attached to their money! So, you will tell me where the treasure is, and you will lead us to it and you will watch as we haul away the gold and silver. It is up to you whether that happens with no pain to you and your student…” Barb flinched slightly as he threatened Messa. Damn, he saw that, she thought. Antonio frowned, “…or with a great deal of pain. Out of respect for you, I give you ten minutes to think it over. Think carefully – in the end you will tell me all I want. I promise you my men know how to do that.” He motioned for the men to un-gag Messaline and then they all left the room.
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What I mean is will she give him the treasure location?
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Will he hurt our girls?
Or worse?
Or will it be too late for our girls?