Dark Lord Dumbledore - Volume 1 Chapter 9

Chad had narrowed it down to two options as he paced back and forth in front of the chair restraining a n.a.k.e.d woman. He was distracted by the woman’s beauty, she was an easy 8/10 with her long blonde hair and perfectly proportioned body. He could have covered her to keep himself from being distracted, but you have to enjoy the small things in life.

She wasn’t blindfolded, as Boppy had done his thing and transformed him to look like an average white, a.d.u.l.t male in a suit. Since she was not magical, he had the elves check, there was no need for mundane tricks to hide his identity. His only concern was what to do with her.

He had yet to learn any mind-altering magic, and as much as he had faith in his elves, he didn’t want them messing with people’s minds. He could just drop her at a hospital, but he didn’t want a story of mini ninjas getting around, especially with his raids in progress. If she wasn’t an innocent victim, he could have used her as a guinea pig to learn Legilimency, but even he wasn’t that callous. He would wait until he started to capture criminals!

That left having her work for him. An a.d.u.l.t muggle would be handy to have, especially if he wanted to start up a business. A young, beautiful white female, would be a perfect frontman for his company, she could either use s.e.x appeal to her advantage or be underestimated because of her gender. Besides, she was very easy on the eyes!

While Chad waited for his newest minion to wake, he thought on the term muggle and the many fanfics that thought the word was offensive. After thirty minutes, he still believed that they should take a spoonful of concrete and harden the f*ck up. It was about as horrible as trying to hurt a white guy’s feelings with racist jokes, if anything, it was amusing.

Seriously, the people these days would try and find any excuse to protest about something. Most of the injustices were about as stupid as a slur for a non-magical. Chad personally thought the term ‘muggle’ was excellent. It did its job by informing you that someone was not magical while not exposing anything to the normals, and showed all the distaste the magical community held towards people that used to burn them on a bonfire.

Hearing a soft groan, he was reminded of why he was in this small, underground room with only a bound n.a.k.e.d lady for company. Chad watched as she slowly regained her wits and discovered she was still restrained, n.a.k.e.d and in an even creepier environment that last time. He probably should have done something to make her first impression a little better, oh well.

“Before you start screaming, know that we are underground and the only person that will hear it is me, and I can assure you that I will not be happy about it.” Chad watched as her fear was in no way alleviated by this statement, but at least she was keeping quiet. He was pretty rubbish at this.

“Excellent, you are rather intelligent, that is what I was hoping you would be. Now, tell me, what do you remember about your abduction and subsequent rescue.”

“Umm, I was visiting my family since I have been away at university. I just went down to the shops when I was grabbed and thrown into a van. Then that monster r.a.p.ed me! A child in a ninja suit appeared at the side of the bed and then cut that bastard’s head off. My God, there was so much blood!” Tears started to fall from her eyes as she recalled the traumatic event.

As if suddenly remembering something, she looked down only to realise she was n.a.k.e.d but cleaned of any blood. It was then she became aware she was not entirely safe just yet.

“Yes, it is pretty helpful that you are smart. You see, you being there was not part of the plan, and since we are not that immoral, we couldn’t just leave you to your fate. And now here you are, and I’m unsure what to do with you.

Obviously, I don’t want to kill you. Otherwise, I would have just left you where you were, to be r.a.p.ed repeatedly by every gang member before they were tired of you and either sold you or killed you. But I can not just let you go and tell everyone you were rescued by ninja children. Not to mention that the gang having just been robbed would make for news I don’t want spreading around town.

So you have a choice. Either I let my men test experimental mind wiping techniques on you with possible side-effects, or you work for me. Note that the second option is a lifelong commitment and betrayal is punished with death.” Chad finished explaining.

“What would the work be? ” The girls asked with trepidation.

“I will need a frontman for a company, to be the public face and all that entails. You would also possibly have to run errands for my son or babysit him. He is three.”

“And the mind-wiping is experimental? How many times have you done it?”

“You would be the first, but they have seen it done before so they shouldn’t erase too much of your memories.” He replied casually, there really was no telling what would happen is an elf tried to obliviate someone.

“So it could wipe out the memories of the ****?” The woman hopefully asked.

“That’s a given, but it also might turn you into an amnesiac with a total loss of memory. I give it a 30% chance of succeeding without irreparable damage. But if you are that concerned about the wiping out the last twenty-four hours of memory, I should have perfected the technique to do it in a year or two.” Chad was confident that Legilimency would not prove to be much of a challenge.

The lady was not liking the choices. What the man failed to mention was that it would be rather easy for the gang to track her down, and with no memory, she would be a sitting duck. But working for this mysterious man would mean giving up her planned life to be the face of an unknown company.

‘F*ck it’, she thought, ‘she was studying economics anyway, might as well learn hands-on.’

She was perhaps not in the best frame of mind to be making life-changing decisions, but Chad was hardly going to send her to a psychiatrist until she got over what had happened to her.

“Ok, I will work for you, but you will have to move my parents. The gang can easily find out who I am, my family has been shopping where they kidnapped me for years.”

“No problem, glad you chose correctly. While I don’t need you, it will make things much smoother with you managing my legitimate companies. Now, by the fact that we robbed that gang and saved you, it should be clear to you that I am powerful and wealthy. Please don’t get any sudden urges to betray me, you will not like the consequences. You can call me Chad by the way.”

“Crystal Klere, don’t worry, I appreciate the opportunity and am thankful for you rescuing me. I am fully aware of what I escaped.”

“Really? Crystal Clear is your name? That is either one of the fakest names to ever exist, or your parents hated you enough to curse you to a childhood full of terrible jokes!” Chad laughed, destroying any of Crystal’s heartfelt appreciative sentiments she had.

“My father thought it was funny and my mother liked the name Crystal.” She said, half embarrassed and half angry.

“Is that your stripper name? Oh God, imagine the headlines if my company ever makes the news! This is great, we can get you to say slogans!” He laughed uproariously.

It was probably a good thing Crystal was still tied to the chair, otherwise, she might have attacked Chad. He really was a bit of a d.i.c.k. Noticing her angrily staring daggers at him while futilely fighting to free herself, he stifled his laughter and walked to the door. Crystal overheard Chad muttering ‘cleaning products’ and ‘water company’ between giggles as he moved out of the room.

He reappeared a couple of minutes later with her somehow undamaged clothes and purse. Placing them in her lap, he undid her restraints and stepped back to allow her to change.

“A little privacy?” Complained Crystal.

“Why would I do that? You are very easy on the eyes, and I have already seen everything.” Chad reasoned, conveniently forgetting she was a **** victim and also now his employee. Thankfully, s.e.x.u.a.l harassment wasn’t really a thing yet, and they were in what could only be described as a **** dungeon. He was pretty sure there wasn’t anyone to complain to other than the police, and that wasn’t going to happen.

Seeing it was useless to preserve her dignity, she quickly dressed. Crystal immediately noticed that the injuries she had suffered throughout her terrible ordeal had all been healed, there was not even a single bruise! She was about to ask Chad for an explanation but seeing his shit-eating grin she swallowed her question. She would not give him the satisfaction of allowing openings for any lowbrow humour.

Seeing that Crystal wasn’t rising to the bait, he clicked his fingers. An elf appeared behind her and stunned Crystal, levitating her before she hit the ground. Chad had already checked her address on the ID in her purse. It was a simple matter for the elves to deposit her on her bed with a note explaining that he will be in touch.

With his girl problems solved, he went out to check his updated HQ. With the massive influx of loot, he needed to upgrade the storage area. The weapons alone took up considerable space, and he wanted to arrange them like in the movies. There was a 50 x 50-metre room with rows of tables in the centre.

Along the walls, were guns mounted in groups according to their type. The tables were covered in melee weapons and polished to a shine. It was a nerds fantasy come to life, especially with the room adjacent to it displaying his jewellery and cash. He felt like a mafia boss from one of the games he used to play.

Seeing visible proof his plans were coming to fruition caused a huge smile to break out on his face. The smile quickly evaporated as he realised he had to go ‘home’ and be mothered to death.