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Being guided through a dirty suburban factory corridor I adjusted the silk masquerade mask on my face before being commanded to halt in front two metal sliding doors. I stood there trying my best to fit into the group of scantily clad whores brimming with excitement at how much they’d be earning for a couple of hours with Turkey’s most frightening mafia leader, Burak Emre. Commotion could be heard inside the large room as I glared at my slutty figure reflecting off the patrol guard’s sunglasses and tried to control the urge not to shiver at the harsh Swiss cold biting at my skin.
“Enter now!” the guard demanded as we strolled into the room ready to service.
“Darling’s come to papa!” his thick Turkish accent echoed off the metal walls as he sat legs wide open on a black disheveled sofa, “…now who’s gonna treat papa first hm?” he waved a handful of cash in the air as the girls squealed and we threw ourselves onto him.
“You’re losing lives pretty boy!” I tried not to jerk my head around at the two lone figures in the near distance, “…tell me where your hiding them!”
“Always spoiling my fun Kerem!” Burak shouted to the man currently pacing, “…you need to relax, like me!” he laughed pervertedly before ushering the guard inside to turn on the radio.
“Louder, Louder!” he yelled as the music blared and blasted so violently from the speakers I could feel the bass line pounding in my chest, “…you three dance for me, and you my love…I think daddy needs a little release now!” his smirk sickened me as the blonde crouched down and began unbuckling his belt.
“Where is it?” the pacing man shouted even louder above the music as I twirled and twisted provocatively around the other two girls to try and get a better view, “I have five bullets in here-“
“Then shoot me!” I jumped at the crisp clear British accent resonating from the bruised and battered man tied to the wooden chair.
“That would be too easy wouldn’t it!” he yelled before slamming the back of his gun unmercifully into the man’s face, “…tell me where Roper is?” he slammed it into him again.
“I…” he chocked on his own blood, “…don’t…know-“
“LIAR!” he cried before madly shooting at the man’s right ankle sending him alternating between painful screams and exhausted heaving.
“KERMEN!” Burak shouted as a fierce rage glazed across his eyes at us hesitating to continue, “…you spoil my fun and still can’t get any answers!” he shoved the blonde’s head back towards him abruptly as I watched her gag.
“What good are your whore’s anyway!” he turned around and pointed the gun at us sending me flinching at how exposed we were, “I told you we should just kill him!”
“Give him time, Kermen… let’s not be hasty” he paused to let out a disgusting moan, “…maybe he wants some of this too hm?” he laughed.
“Yeah…” Kermem began chuckling, “...do you want some pussy before you die pretty boy?” he taunted running the head of the gun around the man’s lips.
“You. Go bring him back here!” Burak pointed to the blonde next to me as she warily walked off to approach Kerem. I could tell she was scared by the sweat on her brow but she managed to ignore his decline and successfully dragged him back to the sofa trying her best to avoid the gun firmly gripped in his hand.
“I think your right…” Burak looked over to Kerem being straddled by the blonde replacing his gun with her breasts, “…we should treat him, maybe then he will talk?” they both sniggered.
“You. Go go! Give him a happy ending!” he pointed to the brunette beside me who looked over at the man still screaming in pain with a pool of blood around his ankle. She winched and looked back at Burak unwillingly, “…oh for god sake, I’m sick of waiting around!” he grabbed Kerem’s gun and aimed it directly for my head, “You! Now! Go! Ask him where he’s hidden the sim cards and if he doesn’t answer, I will kill both of you!”
I nodded hastily and turned to face the motionless man leaning back in the chair, this was turning out to be more complex than I had ever imagined. Even in the most dire of situations I'd be kitted out in full body armor but here I was with nothing more than a skimpy thong and two small throwing knives carefully tucked under the sides of my lace bra. I needed to devise a plan of action fast before completely blowing my cover, but how?
“Go!” Kerem shouted as I snapped back to reality and walked quickly, “…dance slut, that’s what we pay you for whore!” he sneered as I bit my lip trying to hold back a laugh of what his fate would be very soon.
“Sexy sexy common!” Burak yelled as I mentally calmed my nerves and slowed my pace down to a seductive stride. I swayed my hips and ran my fingers around my breasts all the way down to my legs as they cheered and whistled at my frankly novice moves, it was clear these men were viler than the scum of the earth. The closer I got towards him, the clearer it was to see just how much he had suffered at their hands as not only were his ankle and jaw broken but his face was so swollen and covered in blood I was starting to doubt whether or not this was indeed the man I was on a mission to save?
“Such a waste of a handsome face..." I unknowingly muttered as a string of blood dripped slowly from his open mouth and I wondered why I felt so captivated by it.
“Yes!” the men yelled as I twirled around the chair glancing down at the rope restraints on his wrists, “…more more!” they shouted as I carefully straddled him and secretly imagined what this would like in different circumstances.
“Listen to me…” I swirled my hips around and nuzzled into his neck as he struggled in discomfort.
“…get…off…me-“ he chocked weakly and glanced at me momentarily with utter loathing.
“I’m here to help you…” I whispered in his ear.
“…I don’t need…help!” his voice became stronger as I pulled away and he spit shamelessly in my face.
“British…” I mouthed the words while grabbing onto his face and forcing him to look at me,"…Intelligence” I winked as his eyes seemed to light up and frantically searched my face. Getting off him hurriedly as to not cause any suspicion, I worked my sexy moves around him exaggeratedly even crouching down beside him to lick the blood off his face to the delight of the sick men in the room.
“On three…” I muttered nibbling at his ear, “…move towards the back door”.
“Come on slut, show us your titties!” the men cried as I forced a smile and strode happily in front of their victim while feeling strangely self-conscious about my exposed derriere.
“On the count of three!” I shouted slowly swaying my hips and positioning my hands up to the back of my bra strap, “one…”
“Hurry hurry!” the men yelled as I mentally remembered the positioning of the three men inside and the one guard currently peeping in through the door outside.
“Two…” I gripped onto the metal handles of the knives.
“Three!" I yanked out the knives and threw them with accurate precision towards Kerem and the guard's neck who instantly began choking viciously on their own blood. With seconds to spare and hearing the chair behind me screech along the cement floor, I ran and forward rolled behind the sofa while the girls screamed at the horrific scene in front of them and ran out of the doors in a wild frenzy. Hearing Burak call for backup I quickly crawled across the floor to grab hold of the dead guard's gun and in one swift motion stood up and shot the guard running in from outside in the head as his body fell to the floor with a loud thud. Glancing over to Burak who had just finished zipping up his trousers and pointing Kerem's gun at me I slowly walked from behind the sofa as he took a few steps back and smiled. Not waiting for him to pull the trigger, I kicked the gun out of his hand and smacked him across the face before punching him in the stomach and shooting him straight through the head.
"Ah!" I heard a voice behind me and yanked my head back to see my target rolling on the floor amongst broken pieces of wood as he managed to crush the chair against the wall. I sprinted towards him fast as I heard footsteps echoing from the corridor and tried my best to propel him up without hurting him. Dragging the semi-conscious man by the waist towards the back door I shot open the pad lock as the doors blasted open and our team rushed in to take him.
"Somebody help him he's been shot!" my voice sounded strained as two men helped take him from my arms.
"Get back get back, their coming in!" an officer shouted as I turned around to shoot some of Burak's men currently firing a spray of bullets in our direction.
"Retreat men retreat!" I screamed as the helicopter finally arrived and we hurriedly jumped in while still shooting at the small group of men shielding themselves with their friends dead bodies.
"Go go go!" an officer yelled at the pilot who swung the helicopter around in full speed.
"Agent Black you're bleeding!" another officer pointed to my arm as I looked down to see it bleeding heavily, "...we need to sterilize it now!"
"NO! We need to save it for-" I was about to finish when another officer began yelling.
"He's going into shock, someone help me hold him down!" she screamed as I hurled towards them and cradled his face in my hands before his body suddenly became completely limp before my eyes.
"No! No no no no! Mr. Pine! Mr. Pine!" I shook his face back and forth feeling the sweat dripping around my mask, "...don't die on me now Pine, not after all of that!" I shouted before slapping him hard round the face.
"Agent stop!" an officer threatened trying to pry my hand away but I couldn't stop. The strong unsettling urge to see him live both concerned and heightened my senses as I slapped him round the face again seeing him gasp and open his eyes, "...he's alive, he's alive!" my voice sounded deranged.
"Urgh!" he moaned loudly as the officer injected him full of drugs and steriods.
"Shh..." I held onto his face gently as he turned towards me still visibly in pain, "...it's alright, we're here to help you"
"Such a...beau...tiful...f...face..." his breath was hazy before his weary eyes closed to sleep and I tried hard to hide the smile surfacing on my lips.