"Are we set?" asked the pilot as his co-pilot walked back into the cabin<br/>"You bet" responded the second man "they took the complimentary drinks with no problems and now they're all sleeping like babies"<br/>"Great" said the pilot as he turned on his radio "Hell's Island this is Incubus we have the cargo and we're heading home. ETA 30 minutes" As soon as he finished his sentence the pilot turned off the radio and let his mind drift a bit. The hardest part of his job, making sure that his targets never suspected anything until it was too late, was already done and now all he and his co-pilot had to do was land the plane, collect their money, and fly away. This wasn't the first 'supply run' that he'd run for The Devil, as the man liked to call himself, and it wouldn't be the last. He briefly wondered what fate awaited the family sleeping in the passenger compartment of his small jet but then decided he didn't really care. They'd simply disappear without a trace, another American family lost over seas.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Jose checked his watch, it was a quarter to 6 in the evening. His newest subjects had arrived roughly 2 hours ago and that meant that the drugs they had been given to knock them unconscious should have worn off. With that thought in mind he began to walk through the halls of his large compound (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qGZ7JqpD1A/S7lyHag41bI/AAAAAAAAL6g/ZHtRHsX98uU/s1600/Michael+Schumacher+Private+Island.jpg), to call the place a house would be an insult, and towards the room where they were being held. He would need to first fetch his 'tool cart' and then make his way to his....guests...<br/><br/>As per usual he'd had the new slaves stripped of all their clothing and bound so that they were each upright and spreadeagled (http://img.stressbondage.com/2009/0409/skyler_blake/01.jpg), they had been placed in a small circle facing inwards so that each family member could have a clear view of any other. He found that doing this to groups, especially family members, usually had a humbling effect. Which mad his task all the more easier given that they were less likely to shout out randomly.<br/><br/>As he reached the door to the room where they were being held he waited a moment, collecting himself and savoring the anticipation. The initial looks of shock and outrage were always rewarding. He then swung open the double doors to the room, allowing them to slam against the walls of the room and pushed his tool cart inside.<br/><br/>The room itself was very simple and spartan, the walls, floor and ceiling were brick while the light fixtures were simple florescents. It meant that anyone in the room would have very little to look at other than the other people in the room...