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NAMELESS IN RIO [ part 1 ] Auri was a thug. He wore Armani, was driven everywhere in a huge Mercedes limo. Ate at the best restaurants and was welcomed into the house of the rich and powerful. But he was still a thug. The center of his merchant empire was a huge concrete warehouse built by one of the waring countries during WWII. It was six stories tall, the upper two divided into twenty-foot square rooms with steel doors. All the windows on the upper floors were built of twelve-inch thick glass blocks. Sighted on the waterfront, the lower floors were used as a secure warehouse by importers. No unauthorized visitors could approach. In his corner office on the fifth floor,Auri was going through the daily accounts, while awaiting a customer. The modern office could have been anywhere in the world. Rich carpets and furniture. The cool of air conditioning, fine paintings on one wall. A small bar, displaying only the best. Behind him, the sun was setting, bathing the room in a soft red glow through the glass blocks of the window. Damask curtains covered the rest of the window wall. But it was probably the little pre-teen female spread-eagled and nude chained to the wall just beside his large mahogany desk that made the office. A huge iron screw thrust out of the wall in the middle of her lower back. The round, hollow pipe, at the nadir, forcing her thin torso to arch provocatively forward, offering her hairless slit for use or abuse to the beholder. A braisier of hot coals, heating irons at the ready, and the long thonged flogger held firmly in her teeth sort of told you the business Auri was in. He actually was a loving father, teaching his only step child the family business. That's her hanging on the wall, as a "Sampler |