There will always be a business where someone has money to pay. Be it a product or a service more arcane and in demand by those of a supposed refined eccentric taste. One might be amazed at what the small club of individuals who fate has touched to wield vast resources of wealth and connection feel that they require to sate their boundless egos. Too often it is a rarity that an undisclosed predatory nature that society would not tolerate in the behavior of any normal person of conventional means. And just as frequently it has to do with sad little cloistered rituals of the display of meaningless power over life and death that garners unnatural satisfactions for these self-inscribed potentates. Hence another class of individuals whose ready knowledge of violence and the influence that its many levels of application can have upon the individual human consciousness. Especially when the psyche of that unfortunate individual has to suddenly cope with a rapid change to the extremes that only an animal condemned to a slaughterhouse environment might endure. Such was the case for a young Betty Warden, and others like her, whose conventional existence seemed secure within the protected existence of Middle Class conventionality. It only took a single random visit to the local mega-mall to bring the shadow of fatal misfortune to attach itself to her. A single purchase of an off brand item from a cart based marketeer located upon one of the outer lesser tributaries of holiday commerce littering the corridors of this older unmonitored shopping standby. A single swipe of the credit card at what seemed to be an innocuous venture and the information collected leading to the sharing of supposedly private data to a small circumspect unwholesome element. Their level of access to the lives of anyone a perk afforded them through the opacity of influence afforded them by their collective clientele. Little could this twenty-six year old divorcee realize that she had become an unwitting commodity by this single chance misstep?
The collection process awaiting her at her residence within the apartment block was swift and efficiently silent. The facilitators were cloaked from head to toe in costumed that perfectly cloaked their identities and prevented the collection of telltale forensic evidence from being discovered. Her key thrust forward into the front door of what should have been a safe harbor now a waiting trap. The well-tested procedures of the ruffians who surprised her minimizing any unnecessary outcries that she might have had an instant or two to register before she was in their iron grip. A hand with an ether soaked cloth muffling her nostrils. It was but a matter of seconds until her body went limp with their collective grasp and she was laid out upon a sheet of ready plastic in the next room in the kitchen. There by the protocol of procedure, Her garments were removed and carefully triaged to the closet or hamper based upon their condition. Small hints of physical evidence was planted and external public records were surreptitiously adjusted by parties unknown to rationalize her sudden disappearance to anyone questioning the same. The inquiries of any party concerned by her sudden disappearance countered by counterfeit evidence suggesting to all that she had taken an impromptu cruise to a foreign land. All the while her well-restrained physical being was being covertly transported via local truck transport and then through air freight to a destination outside the continental borders to a designated processing center. There she would be introduced once again completely naked to a new world off pain and random penalty delivered in the harshest of terms all designed to crush any sense of personal resolve or identity. A few weeks of extreme treatment combined with sleep deprivation and physical abuse as tested by the world’s most clandestine security services had prototyped the methodologies by which she would be left easily moldable to the devious intentions of any potential client. The sale conducted being prearranged more by fulfilling the requirements spelled out by a preexisting order for same so that the specifications and demographics of the human livestock were predominately the guiding force as to the selection process that the advance personnel applied.
The unfortunate commodity of this concern was now bereft of any sense of personal identity. Her own recognition of a past existence even down to a name had been rewired psychologically into a vacant space by a skillfully applied series of traumas. She simply ceased to exist as a human being but was now to be considered as nothing more that a sophisticated category of pet for an elite sensibility. Her gender and the outward qualities of her physical form in terms of appearance the most descriptive remaining element not in question. One at this point might have seen this as purely misogynistic had they not been aware that the standing orders also applied to young males as well. Though their easy availability on a local market especially to well-placed national politicians was a competitive market force. The nastier details of coverup being ceded to standing security services whose professional code of ethic to the job superseded any personal qualms about the morally disturbing nature of being confronted by such situations. They were well-versed in the dire penalties applicable to themselves or close family embers to counter their impulses for unauthorized disclosure to the public. The transparency issue was never in doubt as the overall system kept key members of the government, national and local in line with the policies that benefited the larger international hegemony. The trade in this sort of commodity providing a ‘win’ ‘win’ situation for the system at large to kept safe from any outside inquiries by rival forces or the awareness of the general public as all within it equally had much to lose if their true involvement were to be discovered. The names and professions that were thus enraptured into this fold might have attended the average citizen as it ranged from local personalities all the way up into the top office of the land. No level of indecency or depth of unimaginable perversity was out of bounds for the customer. They could submit their latest acquisition to any set of horrors that they could imagine. A complimentary service of secure disposal of physical remains an added bonus provided at no extra charge. How ironic then that the very same constituency that felt well-served by these secretive players was potentially at the mercy of their random off-camera whims? The wold had in this sense not changed over the many millennia. Only the means of obtaining useful ‘timber’ to fuel its seemingly eternal flames.
[dedicated to William Jefferson Clinton]