Corporate Man is called in to investigate reports of vile, unethical business practices at Great American Business Company. What he finds there just might destroy him (except we all know the ending to The Tragic Death of Corporate Man so it should be fairly obvious that it can't really destroy him, though it can come close).
Enslaved by the Bonus Whores is an all new Corporate Man Adventure Serial. Chapters will post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Friday, October 3, 2014
There was nothing left except for the dry heaves.
Corporate Man was chained to a toilet, which was good in one respect since he’d spent most of his conscious hours puking into it. Unfortunately, his captor had not left sufficient slack in the chain which would have allowed him to assume a seated position and account for the ample losses he was enduring on the other end. This bathroom was not equipped with a tub, but the shower stall was close enough that he could maneuver his lower half inside. The idea was to make use of the drain. This was only partially effective since he couldn’t reach the fixtures and turn the water on.
And now, dry heaves. At least three hours of them. It was almost as though his body would not desist until it managed to turn him inside out.
“Knock, knock,” a voice chimed in unison with a cheerful rap on the door. There was no pause for reply. The door opened. “You hungry?”
Corporate Man responded with more dry heaves.
“Didn’t think so. You think we can get some water in you?”
Corporate Man gingerly shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.
“Stinks pretty bad in here,” the voice said. “How about I rinse out the shower?”
More dry heaves. These lasted through the entire rinsing process.
“Who…” Corporate Man tried when the retching subsided.
“I’m a friend,” the man said.
Corporate Man shook the chain. It rattled loudly against the porcelain and he thought his head might explode.
“That was for your own good. They’ve got you on some serious junk. This seemed like the only way to ensure–”
Another bout of serious gagging interrupted this last bit. When it passed the man squatted down and put his hand on Corporate Man’s shoulder. “It’s almost over. You’ve been here since Friday night. Tomorrow’s Monday. But I don’t think you’ll be ready to go in to work.”
Corporate Man’s eyes finally focused on the man’s face. The custodian. What was his name? Hector? But no, this man was no custodian. He was something more, something far more. And Corporate Man recognized that face. It was quite familiar. Through cracked lips and with a dry tongue he spoke the name associated with that face.