“They all want that” Dmitri agreed, wearily. “Alexandra, take her away. Find how much we can really give her, when she has to be returned and how much time she has to recuperate. You may take as long as you like”. He lifted a long needle from its gas burner and turned back to the blonde, his face bathed in the yellow glow of the hot steel. “Would you hold this one down please, gentlemen?” he asked, more amiably. THE KING IN YELLOW Some hours later, Dmitri and Grigori set down their glasses of tea and went upstairs. Shortly after nightfall the others had taken the broken blonde back to Mirenberg leaving the two friends to play a few moves of chess and recover their strength, and now they were curious to see what Alexandra had done with the prodigal. “Perhaps it really is possible for her to disappear” suggested Grigori as they climbed the narrow staircase to the servant’s room. Dmitri turned around. “We daren’t dream of it” he said, simply. Grigori shrugged, and together they went through the low doorway into Alexandra’s dormer room. They had expected to find Elena handjob strapped to the bed, at the least, but both women were sitting at Alexandra’s computer desk. They presented an incongruous spectacle; Elena was at the keyboard, her hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing black jeans and a v neck while Alexandra perched next to her, naked but for collar and threesome high-heeled sandals, delicate silver chains trailing from cfnm the rings in her nipples to those in her labia. Before Dmitri could open his mouth to speak, Alexandra turned to him with shining eyes. “You must see what Elena has done for us” she beamed “It’s wonderful”! She laid a tiny hand on the other’s shoulder, “Show them” she urged. “I think you should” said Dmitri, and Elena showed them The King in Yellow site. “This site is not generally known, and should not be,” she explained, her brisk, business-like manner contrasting with Alexandra’s girlish enthusiasm, “although it is impossible to link it to us. It connects to an encrypted network of criminals and fraudsters…” She caught japanese Dmitri’s raised eyebrow “I worked in security,” she explained “until today”. Continuing, she explained how the screen would capture the totality of an individual’s identity, from their state identification number to their financial records to their membership of social and cultural groups. These would be then sold on to be cloned by disparate criminal gangs who would, between them, create a false trail so chaotic as to defy the most intensive of missing persons investigations. It was highly unlikely, she went on, that even a perfunctory investigation would take place because all the evidence would point to the submitted person having simply run off to start a new life abroad, like so many others. Financial assets would be laundered through many layers in many continents and ultimately fund the whole process. Alexandra became excited again at this point. “We have women submitted already.” she blurted out “We already have everything we need!” Dmitri silenced her with a glance, but he turned to Elena with new interest. “See here?” asian said Elena “This is The King in Yellow as only we can view it. There are five victims listed in this column and here a sixth - newly submitted and yet to be processed. The five have already completely vanished from their previous lives; they are variously thought to be missing at sea, travelling abroad, dead in the terrible 271 air disaster – none of them is being sought by the authorities. Their combined wealth, including life insurance payments and so forth, is deposited in this trust”. She opened a fresh screen and Grigori gave a low whistle. The room went quiet. “And we have a property” Alexandra interjected. Dmitri and Grigori turned the bed around to sit facing the screen. Elena’s work was displayed before them. They were now the anonymous tenants of a deconsecrated convent - the only building in a Svitavian mountain valley, serviced periodically by agencies and leased in perpetuity through an offshore holding company. “thats because you should never send a boy to do a mans job. Paul approached her ear and whispered that it would only end when she started to scream asian and beg him to stop. Well at least that's what Ash would tell me when we went to visit their clubs. Then he was kissing her tits and she was moaning and twisting around. Someone pounded on a door behind Tim. She was a handjob cheerleader for the football and hockey teams. 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