Seeing they would not leave unless he agreed he nodded. The short one plunked herself down on the bench next to him and he hissed as his side stung from the movement. She looked down and saw some spots of blood on his shirt. Her eyes shot wide and she began to chatter to her friend in French almost too fast to discern individual words. She looked back at Ben in shock. “You were shot?”
“It’s just a flesh wound,” he said with his poor British accent.
The young woman just blinked at him and Ben shrugged. It was worth another try.
Her friend took pictures then they swapped places. They left gushing about the encounter and kept looking back.
Ben’s food arrived and he ate quickly. It was a shame because the meal was delicious and should have been enjoyed slowly.
As he was leaving the restaurant the shorter woman rushed up to him with a marker in her hand. She looked up at him with an oddly desperate expression. “Monsieur! Would you- would you autograph my breast?” She bit her lip as she pulled back her blouse to expose the top of one large and smooth orb of flesh. Ben’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped a little in surprise. He collected himself.
“Miss, it would be a crime to deface such a lovely breast. Keep it just as it is. I have to go. Those officers are here for me as they need my help. Goodbye,” Ben said and slipped away from the strange young woman his face aflame with embarrassment and walked over to the two policemen. They nodded to him and led him to their cruiser.
Twenty minutes later they entered the station and Ben was led to the Chief Inspector’s office. The man greeted him and gestured for him to sit. Ben noticed the bruises around the man’s eyes from lack of sleep.
The Chief got right to the point. “They are still refusing to speak until they see you. They haven’t asked for legal representation. Just you. Are you a lawyer?” the man asked.
“No, I’m a Mechanical Engineer. I have no idea why these women want to see me. I just met them last night and I barely said more than a dozen words to them,” Ben exclaimed.
“I should warn you sir, these women are not completely… there. There is a simplicity to their speech patterns and a vacancy in their gaze. They can spend hours just looking off into space. We suspect that they have been captives of Shakir for a very long time. Perhaps since they were only children. Both have undergone extensive cosmetic surgery to alter their look so we don’t know what they originally looked like. They’ve also been cosmetically… exaggerated. Large, almost grotesque breast augmentation and lip injections. We believe they were the personal playthings of Shakir. They may know where he is hiding. We must get them to tell us everything they know about him.”
Ben was shaken. He couldn’t recall the details of the women that clearly. The thought of someone using people as toys was vile and his stomach lurched. He got control over himself again and nodded to the Chief Inspector. They both stood up and walked down a hallway to some doors. They entered the observation room first. Ben recalled being in a room on the other side of the mirrored glass. It filled him with unease.
“We have separated them but they have stopped speaking entirely,” Favreau said.
“They need each other. If they’ve been constant companions during their captivity it might make them more comfortable speaking if you bring them together before I speak to them,” Ben said looking at the blonde woman slumped over the table in the room.
The Chief Inspector looked at Ben for a bit then nodded briefly. He stepped outside and spoke to an officer. Moments later the brunette was led into the interrogation room. She squealed and made a bee line to the blonde who held open her arms to hug the other woman. Tears flowed and the officer in the room pushed a chair behind the brunette who sat clinging to her friend.
“Shall we?” Favreau said to Ben who nodded nervously.
The moment Ben stepped into the room behind the Chief Inspector the two women squealed and jumped up to rush to Ben’s side. They clung to him and cried. It was a little overwhelming and Ben looked to Favreau who just stared back in surprise.
Ben made shushing noises and held the two against his chest. They went silent almost too quickly and stared up at him. Both were quite tall, easily six feet. Considering how short Shakir was it made a sick kind of sense for the bastard to keep tall women as pets. Ben’s stomach lurched once more.
He now saw what the Chief Inspector had mentioned about their alterations. Their features were too symmetrical to be natural and their lips were far too plump. Their breasts were currently pressing against him so he knew how large and firm they were. Definitely not natural. Their brightly colored nails extended at least half an inch beyond their fingertips.
He walked them back to their chairs and tried to get them to sit but they wouldn’t let go of him. The Chief inspector made to bring a third chair around so Ben sat and the brunette took the second chair and leaned against Ben’s shoulder clinging to his arm. The blonde suddenly sat across Ben’s lap which brought her large breasts against his face. He blushed and looked desperately at Favreau. The man looked away and placed the third chair next to Ben. When Ben told the woman to move from his lap to the chair she did immediately but clung to his other arm.
“We have brought you Mr. Shepherd as you requested. Might we begin with learning your names?” the Chief Inspector said.