In rebuttal to Victor John for shaming his most treasured passion, bringing dishonest and untrue words to the Rescue and Aid Women organization, and enticing the buzzing sounds in the small town, Frank Gilbert’s feelings of unjustified humiliation refuses to stand still against the selfish pride of Victor. Frank gathers the small town to the old and crooked assembly hall, and attempts to publicly correct the assumptions that began tainting the image of his association. Despite his old age, Frank Gilbert is ambitious and hard at heart, especially towards ideas of conformity. This thin man surrounded by wrinkles, stands in front of one hundred townsmen with a walking stick in hand, and dressed in lightened clothing. Frank calls upon Victor and …show more content…
“We all know of this man standing sumptuously here,” Frank waives his shaky staff towards the rounded and cunning individual, while using the other to slide his optical lenses up his freckled nose. Victor, unfazed by Frank’s interruption, straightens his shoulders, standing taller than before, smiles widely, bows towards the soft sounds of claps, and turns around to kiss his proud wife. “Although he has only recently moved into town, and have been active in the Rescue and Aid Women organization for a few months now, this extravagant man has built quite a reputation surrounding himself through his striking contributions as he has voiced,” establishes Frank, following by the crowd’s hushed whispers. “Regardless of his generous offer it would be best if the women remained out of dishonest recovery institutes seen in cities that simply utilize it for a generous image,” Frank …show more content…
“A four-story complex, radiating like shining white sandstone, covered acres that could be accounted as a third of the isolated town. The grand mansion was in the hands of a member of the Rescue and Aid Women society, thus it received wide ranges of support. Inside. the luxurious building held handfuls of unstable women, happily lounging around the brightly decorated rooms, socializing, sipping tea, and filling their bellies to their heart’s content throughout the afternoon. Before noon, their devious landlord arrives with guests to examine each women’s health progression in a console room in a room located at the back of each floor. However, behind those closed doors reveals the manipulation of one’s mindset, taking away their memories and replacing them with new, ecstatic perspectives through swallowing questionable tablets. The landlord’s mask in maintaining his admirable reputation in the small community is to greet visitors with dazed and usually blissful women. The edifice transforms into a warehouse at night and the women are prepared for an unknown event. When daylight dims, only fair faced women are sent to the basement to play submissive roles in satisfying the landlord and his suited friends, while the rest are forced into an assembly line of physical labor in making clothes. Their treacherous keeper had not only deceived the townsmen of their trust, but also taken