C.R. Daems - Kazak 2 - The Unthinkable Read Online Free Page A

know you are a Kazak and wait for you to drop your guard. That is why I'm forcing you to control your trips to the ladies' room. And right now, you are feasting on gourmet dinners. I know you don't think so, but Fredric has instructions to make the meals bland over time. Tasty food can distract you on the job. You can eat whatever you like on your time, but it would be best if food weren't important to you. Yes, the life of a Kazak appears hard, even cruel. But I love the life. I have more money than I need or want, free room and board in a luxury environment, fly on private planes, get to watch powerful people in action, help protect people from thugs and assassins, and get to help protect our nations interest. Furthermore, each assignment is different and exciting. There is no one in the world I would trade places with," I said, realizing they needed some encourage for the sacrifice that would be required over the months to follow. Silence followed my little speech. "All right, my advice for today, form no strong relationships with your fellow students here or on the Hill."
    "Why?" Several said simultaneously.
    "The Kazak school has no quotas. It may graduate as many as three or four, or no one. And although it isn't a competition in the sense of an elimination contest, you are being evaluated based on your performance against each other. If you hold back against a close friend, you will both be eliminated-you for not performing at your best and your friend because he or she required your help. There are other factors involved but that is the simple answer." When no questions followed, I continued. "Your next two hours will be spent meditating. You may want to review what you have leaned today, or if this life feels right for you; however, I want you to spend at very least one hour trying to empty your mind of all thoughts. If you can learn to do that, it may be the difference between becoming a Kazak or be eliminated. I'll go into more details over the months to come." With that, I got them settled in a sitting position on the floor, spaced well apart, and turned off the lights. "Absolutely no talking during this period."
    ***
    The next seven months went by reasonably smooth. I missed having clients, but watching the women's individual progress was interesting, informative and necessary if this program was to be conducted again in the future. I had lost three women. Although I knew I would terminate at least four or five more, the classes' performance had been far better than I expected at the beginning. Even the ones who would be terminated had done well and will have learned a lot about themselves. I was just getting ready to begin our critique session after their dinner break, when I heard the bikes. They were close to the building so they had obviously broken the lock on the gate into the compound.
    "Stay put," I said as I moved away from them and closer to the door. A few minutes later the door burst open and a young man with a goatee, shaved head, and head, neck, and arms full of tattoos entered, closely followed by five other tattooed youths in leather vests, jeans, and boots. They were all smiling like kids entering a candy store. Like kids, they didn't seem to realize the candy wasn't free.
    "Yo crew. I told you da place was full of nooky. Da bitch's mine first," the apparent leader said, pointing to Megan. "Snake, keep an eye on da door. Don't want any of da bitches to miss a turn." He laughed.
    "Hey, Sapphire or is it Ruby? You're mine," I said, remembering my days on the street. Ruby would make him the gang's whore. His face turned red and his mouth twisted in rage. Then his lips turned into an evil smile.
    "I heard dat some bitch here thought she's a gang banger. Wildman, I think they meant she liked being gang banged." He laughed again but his eyes flared with hate. "You first Wildman. Put da bitch in the right mood for the rest of the crew."
    "Sure thing, Spider," he said taking a step towards me, the cruelty