The Captor was notoriously known as a prevaricating master whose craft was rooted in the putting on of affected displays, choreographed verisimilitudes, and dissembling orchestrations; which were altogether performed to disarm, induce, and beguile the full contingent of SOF’s whom he was considering to entrap under the guise of an honorable Assignment. While the SOF was under the spell or at least fixated upon the Captor’s bizarre interviewing antics and his suspiciously ingratiating performances, their gravitas would, by degrees, wane-off and dissipate, leaving their guard down. Each SOF soon felt as though they were welcomed into the fold where they were sure to be treated as a favored son or daughter, as the case might be, within the pale of the Captor’s “empire” or feudatory sway. The Captor was quick to instruct the seasoned recruits on the best way to flatter him; and then he gave each SOF the opportunity ingratiate themselves to, or wax-on their own luster upon, his indecorous crown by having to openly swear their allegiance to him.
It seemed to Joe and his Band that it was best to humor the Captor because he was the gatekeeper or ex officio of their fortunes, their freedom and their lives. Though in truth, the Captor’s aims were cloaked by any number of shrouded provisos that contained conditions which remained subject to the interpretation of his self-interest, and which were limited exclusively to the product of his narrow wants and needs, money and perversions, the wanton pillars supporting his control. Grandiose overtures notwithstanding, each SOF was instructed not to meditate too vigorously over the particulars of prospering within his realm because each SOF could take stock (worthless in any currency) in the self-proclamations of the Captor, for seldom does one find goodness in great men. Likewise, by the strange accent of the Captor’s own bias he makes an insistent recommendation of himself, declaring that he is a man of excellent repute and impeccable character equal to the dash and mystique of a self-styled mafiesque “Godfather”. And according to Joe, the Captor would routinely step into his alter-ego role with seamless dexterity; and vaunt his character with veiled threats, vague promises, and sexual innuendo’s.
The Captor’s carefully constructed dramatizations were designed to challenge his quarry, while they were distracted by their own eager attempt to secure an Assignment. It was altogether incumbent for each SOF to deny the self-evidence of the Captor’s candid pretensions, which are ominously couched in the custom of his intemperate speech; and in the jaw-dropping nonplus moment of the event, the hapless SOF would necessarily concede to the dumbfounding charade. Given the absence of any comparable experience to which an SOF might consult their scruples, notwithstanding their own best self-defense against the acceptance of an ill-fated Assignment, the innocent victim, or SOF, including Joe, were unable to give weight to their skepticism; and instead, choses by default to buy-in to the assurance of the Captor’s provisional veracity, much to their unimaginable chagrin. Joe’s Band entered as distinguished SOF’s turned ultra-elite, or rather ultra-degraded SOF’s, by a vicious one-man hazing extravaganza, of the psychopathic kind. During the flagrant ordeal the Captor specifically instructed each one of Joe’s Band, in their turn, including Joe himself, with a highly elaborate premeditated scene of rampant histrionics mixed in with a cacophany of his well-rehearsed though seemingly disparate schtick, which was made to look like impromptu remarks of the perspicacious kind, in order to; in effect, warn each member of Joe’s Band of just how ingenius he thought he was. The warning, level to an axomatic threat, was for each member of Joe’s Band not to forget that for future purposes it was taboo to question the Captor’s veracity, and the such should never be challenged either by confrontation or insinuation for fear of offering an untenable offense that invites, or rather provokes, an unlooked for reprisal of devastating proportions.
Unbeknownst to the any of the SOF’s, however, the barbed hooks of base servitude, choked with dread, and fraught with despair, are all inexorably predestined to become inextricably set fast to the Captor’s patently casuistic designs and suspicious policies, which were wholly bereft of any hope for alleviation. It was folly and otherwise moot for the SOF’s to assume even the slightest notion or slenderest chance of entertaining the prospect of reclaiming their freedom, especially after they have mortified themselves by surrendering up their military services to the morbid dictates of their new master. The policy throughout the Captor’s “empire” was marked by the avarice of his unilateral appropriations, the insolence that accompanied the abuse of his office; and the whole was stamped with rough-hewn ambition colored by corruption. Likened to the fervor of a religious fundamentalist, or fanatic heretic; though religion was otherwise just a foil to advance the Captor’s agenda, did the Captor ever lose sight of his public projection; namely, that if enforceable appropriations were the effect and safeguard, venality was the cause and supply, of his no-nonsense persona.