MISSION: HILTON MANE
This was good. The first person to be killed on my list, and he was coming to us. He must have known he was on the list. Or thought it at least. But now he was coming over to us, and we were ready to kill him, and really realize we were doing this. No turning back.
“You come with us,” The one suited guy barked at us.
I glanced at Chase and Billy, and they returned my gaze with an amused one.
“How about you leave, and stop trespassing our property,” I barked at them, after a moment of staring at them, amused.
“Fine, this will have to be the hard way then,” The other bozo mumbled.
“Loser,” I muttered under my breath.
“Excuse miss, what was that?” He glared at me.
“You didn’t hear me?” I looked at him, like he was the stupidest person I met, and he was, “I said you are a loser. But now not only are you that, your also stupid.”
He growled and advanced toward me. Right before he was about to grab my neck, with his veins popping out of his neck, the first suit guy put a hand on his shoulder.
“Leave them for the boss,” He looked at him until he stepped back, and his pulse slowed down.
They advanced toward us, and before I knew what they were doing, they had our arms, and dragged us to the bathroom. They sat Chase down on the toilet, Billy was pushed against the towel rack, and I was left dumped into the shower. They took out rope, and tied Billy to the towel rack. The first guy left, probably to turn the DO NOT DISTURB sign facing the outside. Chase was handcuffed to the sink, and his feet were roped together.
That left me.
The second guy, the one that I pissed off, cornered me in the shower, and grabbed a lock of hair, twirling it in between his fingers. He was pretty young, around twenty or twenty one, and I knew he was a torture therapist by the look in his eyes.
“I’m going to have a little fun with you,” He stared into my eyes, not really frightening me.
“Really? So how come I could kill you right now?” I mocked.
“That’s it,” He growled, and before I knew what he was doing, he turned the shower on, full blast.
It soaked me, without, getting him the least bit wet, amazingly.
He grabbed my hands, and took some of the rope left, and tied me up to the top of the curtain rod. Not only was I still getting wet, I was humiliated. I was soaked all the way through, where you could say my sliders behind my pants, and my bra from behind my light pink shirt. I felt violated.
“How dare you,” I hissed throwing all venom into my voice.
He just smiled, and walked out, leaving the water on. My head fell down, and I stayed like that, getting soaked, my wrists starting to chafe. I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I know. I’m lying in a pool of water. The second guy sitting on the toilet, watching me, amused. Chase and Billy were gone.
“Let’s do this properly. Hi, my name is Agent Gordon, and I’m your designated torturer.
“What about Chase and Billy?” I demanded.
“They don’t need to be tortured,” He answered.
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