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The Files of Art. Inc.:
“Hayley King, Kirsty Garrett, Kate Beckett and the Morpheus Formula”
“Endgame I”
Location: New York, August
Chapter 4
Unknown Location: Evening, the Great Hall:
Mesmerised, Kate stared at her: “You are dead! We saw you dying!” it shot through her Mind.
“This is impossible!”
Their Host is amused by her Guests´ Reactions. “Welcome, Ladies, welcome! It is my pleasure to welcome you here this Evening to this festive Dinner!” Regally, she looks from one to the other. “Your Caretakers will remove your Gags in a short While”.
She smiled coolly – and raised her Voice.
It was hard and sharp, sharp like a Yanagiba, a Japanese Sushi Knife.
“Let me lay down a few Ground Rules for the Evening: There will be no Rudeness, no Shouting, no Screaming, no Calling Names. We will have a pleasant Evening with pleasant Conversations. Behave like prim and proper Ladies should, and all will be well.
Their Host smiled: “You are all prim and proper Ladies, aren’t you?”
The brown-haired Woman looked at them: From one to the other:
“If someone has Trouble following these Rules,” her Gaze rested on Kate. “Your Caretakers will take the necessary Measures to ensure dignified Silence. But I think that won´t be necessary.
What do you think, Captain Beckett?”
Kate stared back. Her Eyes. Her Face said something: “Rott in Hell!”
Josephine looked each of her Guests in the Eye, again. Cold and hard, betraying her benevolent Smile.
All Women nodded slightly, and the Caretakers removed the Gags.
Maureen moved her aching Jaws. There was an audible Snap, the Latina winced and rubbed Jaws. Sophie was the first to gather her Wits: “Who are you! You cannot be Elizabeth Crawford! Elizabeth Crawford is dead. The Proof is incontrovertible.” Her Tone was clear, cool, and precise. Sophie´s Lawyer Voice.
Kate suppressed a Smile. That was Sophie as they knew her. The Lawyer and former District Attorney was not easily intimidated. It took much more to impress the Woman with Italian Roots. Two Days of being subjected to the Tests of a demented Scientist had not done the Trick.
Her catlike green Eyes were fixed on their Host.
Their Host chuckled, somewhere between “impressed” and “condescendingly”, Beckett decided. “Your fame precedes you, Doctor Reichenbach. Your Logic is flawless.” She indicated a small mocking Bow.
“She does enjoy every Moment,” Sophie concluded. She knew Specimen like that, like the back of her hand, from the Courtroom and her Work as a Lawyer for Art. Inc.
Josephine smiled malevolently, “As you rightly stated, my Sister is dead.” The brown-haired Woman paused for Effect. “That murderous Assassin Alecto killed My Sister.” Her Voice was cold, hard, and bereft of any Emotion. “But the Lord works in mysterious Ways.”
Josie – as Kate dubbed her inwardly – smiled cruelly.
“I am Josephine Crawford. Elizabeth´s Twin. Shortly before her Death, she adopted me. And this Evening we will honour her Memory!”
One could have heard the proverbial Needle on the Floor. Every one of her Guests stared at her. “Besides honouring my late Sister, we have come together to celebrate the Success of the Experiment you all participated in!”
Josephine Crawford smiled at Sophia Mabuse:
“Our Scientist in Residence told me that the Results of the Experiment are extraordinary, thanks to you all!” She looked from one to the other. Kate noticed that Rachel Weinstein was on the Verge of speaking. Kate caught her Eye and shook her Head slightly.
The Heiress closed her Mouth.
“That means”, Crawford smiled, “That after tomorrow it is Time for Parting Ways!”
Beckett could not restrain herself any longer:
“You will simply let us go then and expect to forget all this?”
She glared at their Host.
“Since I am in a graceful Mood, I will forget you spoke out of Turn, Detective. I will let you go after you all have had a Session with Doctor Mabuse. Sophia will modify your Memory. So, you won´t remember anything about this Location and your Stay here.”
“You will brainwash us.” Rachel Adams III stated firmly, with barely hidden disgust..
“Oh, nothing that crude.” Josephine Crawford chuckled. Sophia will explain the scientific Details to you, if you are interested later, before your Session! Not that you will remember them anyway.” “The Bitch enjoys herself so much.” Rachel fumed.
Now Crawford´s Face grew hard. “For some of us, today means the End of their old Life and the beginning of a new Life! Martinez!” she commanded.
Her second in Command nodded and gave a Command, and the large Door opened, and three Trolleys were rolled into the Hall. On each standing upright was a humanoid Casket …
Rachel Weinstein froze. She had a bad Feeling about this … Their Handlers rolled the Trolleys at the other End of the Dining Table and positioned them in Line.
Crawford´s Face was a Mask of cruel delight: “Open the Caskets! I present to you our special Guests. Martinez pressed a Button on a remote Control and the Caskets opened. In stunned Silence, her Guests stared at the three Figures inside.
All were enshrouded in black Leather, from Head to Toe. Thanks to the Beanie Hoods, their Faces were recognisable.
“O God!” Sophie muttered. In the Middle stood Alecto. To her left, Hayley, to the right, Kirsty. Sophie´s green Eyes met Hayley´s blue ones. They were eerily wide. The Blonde was probably drugged ….
Josephine Crawford chuckled maliciously, “Consider yourself lucky, Doctor Reichenbach. I had big Plans for you, but since Hayley and Kirsty accepted my Invitation, you will be free to go! Consider yourself lucky!”
Crawford looked from Kirsty to Alecto to Hayley. “They? They will pay for what they did to my Sister!”
She smiled cruelly, “Compared to me, Elizabeth was a kind Soul … I am not!” Josephine grinned, “I am a Sociopath, the Psychiatrist who treated me, diagnosed me. Alas, she can no longer see the Error of her ways. She had an Accident. Poor Thing.”
“She is on Drugs!” Maureen mused. Fascinated and disgusted.
Josephine Crawford smiled cruelly:
“Martinez!” She ordered, “Bring those three Miscreants to their Suites and take Care they are comfortable!”
“At once, Sir!” Martinez pressed another Button. The Caskets closed with a soft Click. In shocked Silence, Crawford´s Guests watched as the Doors closed behind the Trolleys.
Now Crawford smiled warmly again. “Ladies! I think it is Time now for the Aperitif! Champaigne!” She beamed at her Guests. “And not only Champaigne! This is Pol Rodger! Churchill loved it!”
“She is barking mad!” Kate shook her Head. “She is mad,” Sophie whispered. “You bet,” Kate muttered.
“I like to bring out a Toast to my late Sister!” Crawford intoned.
“To Elizabeth!” She raised her Glass. Her “Guests” looked at each other. In the End, it was Rachel Weinstein who took the Lead. Gracefully, she stood. Smiling. Her fellow Captives followed her Example. “To Elizabeth!” The Heiress raised her Goblet. And drained it. The others, too.
“Crawford seems to be pleased.” Sophie smiled, “Well done, Rachel!” Their Eyes met, and the curvaceous Blonde nodded almost imperceptibly. The Lawyer understood exactly what Rachel had done. One had to know when to pick a Fight. This had not been the right Moment to fight.
Later: Unknown Location. A Cellar:
On a certain Level, Hayley knew, she had been drugged. But it didn´t Matter. All seemed very far away. She felt no Anxiety, no Pain, no Anger. The Injection had made her docile and compliant. At the large Dinner Table sat People she knew from somewhere. Yes, there had been Sophie. The Lawyer had cried. But why had she cried? Everything was alright.
True, her Mouth was filled with a large Pump Gag: One large Bladder in the Centre, two at the Sides. Well, it was a bit uncomfortable. If she were honest. But not much. At least her drugged Brain told her that.
The thick Leather Sheath that encased her wasn´t really uncomfortable. Maybe a bit. Her Arms were welded behind her back in a leather Armbinder. But she lay on a heavily padded Surface. So far, it has not been uncomfortable. Not too much. Leather Straps from her Toes, her Insteps upwards, increased the Pressure. One Strap had been even tied across her already gagged Mouth.
No, it could have been much worse.
She didn´t feel any anxiety or fear.
That she inhaled a mixture of different Drugs through the Gas Mask on her Face had something to do with it.
Not that Hayley did care.
She had only dimly registered that her Handlers had plugged her both Ways with a Vibrator and a vibrating Butt Plug which could also deliver Electric Shocks.
Before Martinez closed her humanoid Casket, she had smiled down at Hayley. “We will have so much fun in the Future! Believe me!
Hayley had just smiled at her and chuckled into her Gag.
“Silly Girl!” Martinez smiled, “If you only knew ….”
Crawford´s Second in Command would have never thought to feel Pity for Hayley King before ..
The Dining Hall, upstairs:
The Mood around the Table was sombre, no doubt. The Ladies conversed in low Tones. Josephine Crawford smiled. That was exactly what she had wanted. To subdue those arrogant Bitches. Those “Prim and Proper Ladies.”
Crawford had revelled in Sophie Reichenbach´s Discomfort. Kate Beckett´s Rage. Maureen de Angelo had shot a cool Gaze at her. The Latina´s Expression told Crawford clearly enough what she thought. Her absolute disdain.
The Master Criminal made a mental Note. Tomorrow, she would make Time to debrief the Philanthropist personally – or leave her to Martinez, or some of her less sane Minions.
This Evening it would be Doctor Mabuse´s Turn. Her Gaze rested on the Doctor, who tried to engage in Conversation with Detective Beckett. Josephine could tell the Investigator hated the Scientist with her Guts.
She knew about the Day Beckett had spent at Morpheus Laboratories. On a certain Level, she regretted she had the Policewoman to let go. But keeping her would be a great Risk.
True, keeping Hayley King was also risky. But that made it all the more fun. Beckett was Business. Hayley King was personal. To spirit his Daughter away right under the Commissioner´s Nose had been worth it. That she was so near and yet far away? That was absolute fun.
Well, there was still Christine von der Marwitz. Crawford knew her full Name and that the Blonde hated to be called by it: Christine Auguste Victoria Wilhelmine von der Marwitz. Another bloody Aristocrat. Like her best Friend, Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova.
If Crawford was honest? That her Team had failed to capture the Pianist was inconvenient. Nothing more. The tall Blonde would never find her …. And she had no high Opinion of the Artist and the People she called Family.
Yes, she had done her Research! The Violinist, the Egyptian, the Icelandress, that overrated Hacker, the Canadian, the Captain, the Europol Cop, the Heiress, the other Russian, the Egyptologist, the Lawyer. And Hayley King and Kirsty Garrett.
Josephine smiled: She had captured the Heiress, the Lawyer, the Detective, Hayley, and Kirsty. And the Pianist and her remaining Family had no Idea where to look for.
No, they would not hinder her.
The Master Criminal knew it.
Tomorrow would be a wonderful day: She would give Hayley, Kirsty, and Alecto her full Attention. Hayley and Kirsty, she might keep around as personal Slaves, for Alecto, she had planned a fitting Demise.
A slow and painful one.
Crawford had not lied when she told her Guests that her Sister had been a gentle Soul compared to her. In clinical Parlance, Josephine was a Sociopath. Not that she did mind.
Josephine smiled: On short Notice, she had ordered Martinez to acquire another Guest … Just for the Fun of it. Because she could. Crawford´s evil Twin felt untouchable..
Melissa Abernathy´s Yoga Studio:
Elina Yegerova had changed in the Dressing Room of Melissa´s Studio. Today, she had booked a Solo Session with Melissa. Melissa was a Goddess when it came to Yoga. Normally, Melissa didn´t do Solo Sessions. But for the Russian Mezzo Soprano, one of the rising Stars on the Stages of the World, she had made an exception. The only little Snag? Melissa could only make Time after 0800 PM.
Many People had told Elina that she had a striking Resemblance to Anna Netrebko. The young Anna Netrebko. In public, Elina accepted the Notion as a Compliment. Inwardly, she knew, she was much better than that Putin Mistress.
Elina had changed into her blue Leggings and a yellow Sports Bra. No Reason to hide her Charms. And she wore Pantyhose. She left the Dressing Room, her Birkenstocks made squishing Noises on the Floor. The dark-haired Woman entered the Preparation Room, slipped her Sandals off, and entered the Central Training Room.
Elina froze: Melissa was present: Hogtied, gagged, and unconscious. Her perfectly manicured big Toes were tied to her Brunette Tresses. Only her flat Tummy rested still on the Floor. The Mezzo Soprano kept herself together and hurried to the Yoga Teacher.
Two fluffy Arrows hit her in her impressive Butt. Elina crumbled on the Floor in an untidy Heap. Her Attackers worked quickly and efficiently, and 30 Minutes later, a nondescript black Van left the Parking Garage. Inside a red down-filled Cocoon, strapped on a Gurney.
Sarah McKenzie’s Penthouse, late Evening: Command Centre
Sybil´s Fingers flew above the Keyboard like Chris´ nimble Fingers did when she played the Grand Piano in full Gallop. The Encryption of that Hard Drive was stubborn. Whoever had programmed it had been good, but that did not dissuade the Brunette.
She had spent several Hours behind her Screens, but she was not tired. No, she was on the Hunt.
Dinner had been a very quiet Affair. Merit, assisted by Ragna, made a Foray into Egyptian Cuisine. It had been truly delicious. All had tucked in. Chris had been elsewhere, Sybil noted. She, too, could see the Dark Cloud swirling around her.
The IT-Genius knew the Reason. Chris took it personally that this had happened on her Watch. Very personal. On a rational Level, the Pianist knew she could not have foreseen the Abductions of Rachel and Rachel and Sophie. But the Blonde took any attack on her Family personally.
Whoever was behind this? They would rue the Day they laid their Fingers on Chris´ Family. That was sure, as sure as there were Carts to Horses. She loved that Line from “Master and Commander”. When Jack Aubrey, played by Russel Crowe, gave a Pep Talk to inspire the Crew of HMS Surprise against the blasted French.
Sybil was so concentrated she almost missed the soft Footfalls behind her. She whirled around on her comfy Office Chair. “Anything?” Chris asked softly, “Not yet.” Sybil stressed the second Word.
She gave Chris the once over: The Pianist wore a silken black Kimono with rich golden Embroidery and was barefoot. In her Girdle, she wore her two Katanas. Her blonde Mane in a loose Bun.
The Pianist heaved a sigh. And for a fleeting Moment, her iron-clad Self Discipline slipped – and Sybil saw the Worry. The Pain. But the Moment was gone, quickly, like a fleeting Shadow vanishing into thin Air. And Chris looked at her with clear Eyes. The Brunette was a member of a very close Circle, to see the Blonde that Way.
“Cannot sleep?” Sybil ventured. “No” Chris sighed. “I will train now.” She turned on her Heels but looked back over her Shoulder. “If something comes up, you wake me, right? No matter what!”
“I will, Chris”, Sophie added sincerely, “You know me.” Sybil looked long after Chris. She admired her Friend and Boss, adored her. The Brunette knew the Blonde well. And she could tell that Chris was furious deep down.
That she trained now, in the Middle of the Night, did not meditate? Was telling. The Pianist prepared herself for War. She was ready to unleash Hell on her Enemies and anyone who threatened her Family.
The Dojo:
Chris stood before the Door to Sarah´s Dojo. “Justine, open the Door!” she commanded firmly. “Of Course, Mylady.” The AI said referentially. With a soft Click, the Door swung open.
“Mind if I join you?” A gruff Voice spoke from behind. Chris whirled around, ready to attack. Then she relaxed. It was Thane; Chris had not heard him coming.
The Gunny held one steaming Pot of Black and Strong in his right. “You cannot sleep, too?” The smallest of Smiles crossed Chris Lips, like a fleeting Shadow. Thane returned the Smile. “Comes with Age, I guess!”
The Blonde nodded and entered the Room, the polished Wood warm under her bare Soles. The Dojo´s Walls were covered with Mirrors. Thane sat down on a Bench, leaned back, and watched, nursing his Coffee.
Chris stepped into the Middle of the Room. She bowed slightly and stood still like a Statue. The Blonde stood straight again. With a fluid Motion, she drew her Katanas. The Blades glittered in the Light. Chris crossed the Blades before her Breast.
Thane had seen Chris dancing with her Swords for Hayley and Kirsty. It had been wonderful. What Chris did now was different. It was a War Dance. The Pianist executed Katas with accelerating Speed. Attacking an invisible Foe. Thane was not certain, but he was sure the Blonde had gotten even faster.
Attack to the left. Overhead Strike. A breathtaking Combination, the Blades whirling through the Air like Lightning. Faster and faster. So fast that Thane could not tell the Blades apart, a Whirlwind. A Whirlwind of over 100 Times folded Steel.
Then the two Blades fell, cutting deep into the wooden Floor. “Kiaiiii!” Chris's War Cry resounded in the Air. To Thane, it was as if the Blonde awoke from Sleep. Effortlessly, she pulled the Blades out of the Floor. Crossed them before her Breast and sheathed the Blades. All in one fluid Motion.
Chris turned to Thane and bowed. She stood straight and faced the Gunny. Something had changed, Thane noticed. “She has made up her Mind!”
“Now I can sleep!” Chris spoke in a low Voice, but firm.
The Blonde strode out of the Room.
Thane looked after her.
Somehow, he felt better now.
He painfully missed Maureen. Where was she? What was happening to her? But he knew that Chris would do anything in her Power to get her, to get their Friends back.
Anybody who would get in her way would regret it.
And tomorrow, Robert Hamilton and Jeff West would arrive.
And then?
And then there would be the Devil to pay.
A grim Smile curled his Lips. The Thought that some People would have to pay their Debt was encouraging.
In Full. With Interest. And more.
Evie´s Room:
Sleep escaped Evie. Sophie´s Abduction had shaken her to her Core. The Events of today even more so. Evie had been shocked as Hayley attacked her, whispering soothing Words in her Ear. As she pressed the chloroform-doused Cloth on her Face. She had felt betrayed. How could her Friends do that to her? Now she knew why. And she vowed to apologise to Hayley and Kirsty. They had had no Choice.
The Egyptologist smiled: somewhat after Dinner, Anna and Merit had exchanged a look. The Russian had nodded, and the young Egyptian got up and returned with her Lyra, clad in the Egyptian Garb of a Noblewoman she was. Like a Ghost of a Time long gone.
Gracefully, Merit sat down on the Carpet, her Legs folded under her. Her fingers glided across the Strings, dulcet Tones filled the Air. A strange, foreign Melody. It was enchanting.
Merit began to sing in the old Egyptian Tongue. Her bright Soprano crystal clear. Evie understood every Word: It was a Tale. A Tale of Hope.
Now, in her Bed. Evie thought back. The Song reverberated in her Soul still …
The Door of her Room was opened gently. Soft Footfalls came nearer.
“Mistress sent me.” Merit spoke softly in the old Egyptian Tongue.
The young Noblewoman pulled Evie´s Covers gently aside and snuggled against her. Gently, she stroked Evie´s Back and sang softly in Egyptian.
Words of Healing. Words of Comfort.
The next day:
Doctor Sophia Mabuse groaned as she sat down behind the Chair. Sitting was difficult this Morning. Of Course, Crawford had not forgotten her Debriefing.
After Dinner, the other Guests had been escorted to their Rooms. Blindfolded, shackled, and gagged.
Except for Sophia, Dakkota Grey, and Danielle Thundermere. Each of them had been strapped into a Wheelchair and, in Sophia's Case, gagged with a panel gag. A chloroform-doused Dust Mask ensured compliance.
When she came around, she had to balance on her tightly bound Toes, in a Strappado. Tightly ball gagged. Someone had stripped her to her Hose and Underwear. Sophia was not alone. To her left balanced the blonde, athletic Banker in a brutal Strappado, to her right the Real Estate Manager.
Before them stood Crawford, in skintight shiny black leather Pants. High-heeled knee-high Boots completed her Ensemble. Her Breasts bare, the brown Tresses in a severe Bun, and in her right Hand a riding Crop.
She paraded in Front of them, like a General inspecting her Troops. With the Tip of the Crop, she forced the blonde Banker to look her in the Eye. “This will be so fun, Dakkota!” Her Smile was cruel and hard…”
Crawford used the Crop freely on their Butts. Later, the Criminal had hogtied them and delivered an expert Bastinado. Sophia winced:
Josephine had forced her to wear High Heels, black Pumps with an eight-centimetre Heel, which were a Tad too small, and which were locked. So, getting rid of the Heels was not an Option. The Scientist powered her Computer up to prepare for the final Day. “I will have my Revenge!” she promised herself.
Sarah McKenzie´s Penthouse, Control Room, around 07:00 PM:
With a Groan, Sybil opened her Eyes. Her Head rested on the Desk. “I must have dozed off.” The Brunette realised. Something snapped audibly in her Neck as she sat up. She stretched.
Sybil had worked through the Hours of the Night ….
She looked at the four large Screens in Front of her, which formed a Half-Moon. Sybil yawned. And froze: The Brunette looked at the first Screen on her Left, which showed a Map of New York and Vicinity. There on the Map, a red Dot blinked. On the next Screen: Documents …. Sybil took a closer Look and read.
“Eureka!” She exclaimed, “Eureka!”. Sybil checked and checked again and checked once more. It was true! “Hayley!” She whispered. “ You did it!
The IT-Genius jumped up and slid on her thick woollen Socks across the polished wooden Floor.
Sybil ripped the Door of the Command Centre open and stormed down the long Floor, gliding, sliding. She had promised Chris to tell her when she found something.
Breathing heavily, she stopped before Chris´s Door.
“Chris!” She hammered against the massive Door. “Chris! Wake up!” The Door opened, and the Blonde smiled at Sybil. “What is it?” Absentmindedly, the Brunette noticed that Chris was already dressed, casual.
Green woollen Socks, Blue Jeans, a cropped white Blouse. Her blonde Mane in a Ponytail. Her Face relaxed, her Eyes clear. “What is it, Sybil?” The Pianist chuckled, “And close your Mouth. You might catch a Fly!”
“I, I, I found something!” The Brunette stammered, “I know where the Enemy´s Lair is, where Hayley, where Kirsty is, where the others are!” She beamed. Her Cheeks rosy, “You know what it means!”
Chris did not lose a beat, neither shocked nor shaken, cool and controlled, but Sybil was sure to notice the faintest of Smiles curling Chris´s full Lips. “Show me!” Those were only two Words, but they said so much.
One Hour later, after Breakfast:
Nobody really had an interest in Breakfast this Morning. Everybody was excited about what Sybil would have to tell them. Even Anna had skipped her second helping of scrambled Eggs, Sausages, and baked Beans.
She had insisted, though, on a second helping of Blood Pudding and three Pots of Coffee.
Thane had smiled as he watched Anna imperiously ordering her third Pot of the excellent Ethiopian Brand. Chris had watched with an amused Smile too. Chris and Thane exchanged a knowing Look.
Their Eyes met. And Thane noted that something had changed from the previous Evening. The Black Cloud around the Pianist was less dense.
Chris smiled as she took a Sip of her Green Tea.
Later:
Now they had convened in the large Conference Room with its very large Screen. Chris couldn´t help but smile. Sybil was fidgeting, dancing from one Foot to the other. Like a Student in Class, desperate for the Teacher´s Attention.
The Blonde looked at Evie. The Egyptologist seemed much more at ease this Morning. Anna had told her that she bade Merit to comfort Evie. Obviously, she had done this. A warm Glow filled Chris's heart.
Merit was really a Treasure.
The Blonde concentrated. She had changed into formal Wear after Breakfast. She thought it fitting. A black Power Suit, wide-legged. Matching Louboutin Heels. One of her Katanas, the one her Sensei had presented her with, lay unsheathed squarely on the polished Teak Wood before her.
Chris rose and looked from one to the other: “Sisters!” She intoned in a formal Tone, “We are in Session! “And,” she graced Thane with a warm Smile “, I welcome Thane!” The Gunny rose and indicated a bow. “Thank you! All of you!”
“I will spare you a Speech.” Chris smiled lopsidedly, “Hear, hear!” Anna called. The Pianist decided to ignore her best Friend for Life and beyond. “You all want to know what Sybil found out, and I will leave the Stage to her!” She smiled warmly at the Brunette. “But let me tell you this:
The Game has changed!” Her emerald green Eyes blazed now. “We know now where we will find the Enemy! We will seek them out and bring the War to them!” “All the Time!” Thane added. “All the Time!” The Ladies responded sincerely. Chris bowed in Reference.
The Blonde turned to the Brunette:
“Sybil, if you please!”
Chris sat down.
Sybil rose. “Thank you, Chris!” She smiled warmly at her Boss and Friend.
“Justine, the Map, please!” “Of Course!” Justine smiled. A Map of the States of New York and New Jersey appeared on the large Screen.
There was a red Dot to the Northwest. Roughly one Hour from Manhattan.
Sybil explained:
“This is Ringwood State Park in the State of New Jersey, 4444 Acres, mostly Wood. Inside? Baskerville Asylum.” Another Picture appeared on the Screen. The Building Complex looked straight out of a Frankenstein Movie. Or more like Arkham Asylum.
“We established that it was bought by a Josephine Jenkins. One Year ago. Since then, much Work had been done on it. According to the Data Chris and Sarah obtained, new security Systems have been installed. The Complex is obviously heavily guarded.”
Sybil paused.
“That will be really fun!” Anna interrupted, “Thank God, Ragna and Sybil brought the new Armour Piercing Rounds with them.” “And the Mortars and the Javelins!” Ragna added.
Sybil looked at the Russian and the Icelandress. “Can I continue? I am just asking.” She smiled. “Continue by all means!” Anna grinned, “I trash you later. When we have saved our Friends!”
“Thank you!” The Brunette bashed her Eyelashes. “Right now, we are doing Research. Floor Plans and such!” She smiled, “What can I tell you? The Place is well guarded and shielded.”
“That will make it even more fun”, Natasha Bolkonskaya smiled, “I would love to make some Fireworks!”
Chris smiled grimly and looked at Sarah McKenzie. The Canadian chuckled, “We will rock the Show!”
If Josephine Crawford had known a Storm was brewing in the East? She would have been less cocky. Her Plans were perfect. But they were only Plans. So far, Crawford had not met any serious Resistance.
That the Enemy could bring the War to her Doorstep? She did not expect.
One Thing she did not know:
The Warrior Princess of the North was preparing for War.
Preparing for War.
Preparing for Death and Ruin.
Death would follow in her Wake
For anyone standing in her way.
The Asylum: In the Morning, the Cellars:
Alecto´s muscular Body glistened with Sweat. The Assassin was not scared; she was furious. Mostly on herself. Alecto had allowed her Enemies to capture her. She had acted like a Rookie.
Now she was in this Hellhole. She had been drugged yesterday evening, so she would be compliant and docile. She had been clear enough, though, to understand that in the Caskets next to her were Hayley King and Kirsty Garrett.
They weren´t exactly best Friends, no doubt about that. They had one thing in common, though. They had crossed Elizabeth Crawford´s Path and ended on her bad Side. Alecto had spent Months in the Dungeons of Mystery Island. She had used the Opportunity to convince Crawford that she would help her to get Hayley King back.
Alecto smiled under her heavily padded Gag. The Face of Lizzie had been priceless when she had told her the truth. That she had played her all the Time.
The Asian American was no sentimental Person, not at all. But she would never forget the Feeling when she had pulled the Trigger, three Times in quick succession. Crawford had not seen that coming.
And now? Alecto was paying the Price.
Someone had come to even the Scores. Alecto noticed the Similarity between Lizzie and the Woman who had ordered to capture her. “Twins”, she mused “, Identical Twins.”
Alecto was in a Dungeon. Her Skin glistening with Sweat. She was on the Rack. Another Cycle. The 10th. She had counted, to keep her mind busy. Wax was dropping on her Skin. She did not mind the Pain. Her Training allowed her to blend it out. The Pain.
The Rack was well-padded. The Shackles also. The Ones around her Wrists. Her Ankles were confined by Stocks. Also padded. Her Toes were tied individually to small Bolts. One of her Handlers had delivered a Bastinado and done a really good Job. Alecto had to grant that to her. She would rip out her Heart, nevertheless, when she got out of this Hellhole.
Alecto never forgave and never forgot. Her Captors would learn that Lesson. They just didn´t know that yet. She would bide her Time. And then? Alecto would act.
The Rack began another Cycle.
The Penthouse of Sarah McKenzie, Midmorning:
The Family had again convened in the Conference Room. Sybil had, assisted by Justine, done Research about the Asylum. Sarah and Natasha had just returned from a first Recon Mission. They had used a Drone to get a Lay of the Land. They would report later. Chris and the brunette Sybil exchanged a Look, and the Pianist nodded almost imperceptibly.
The Master Hacker rose, “The Floor Plans, Justine, if you please, and the Drone Feed?” “Of course, Sybil!” Floor Plans appeared on the Screen and a bird's view of the Compound. “Thanks to Justine´s help, I made Progress on what Security Systems we face. The Obstacles are formidable, but I am sure to get Access to the Internal Severs in due Course. Then we will know what is going on inside.”
“That will be good!” Sarah McKenzie smiled wolfishly. “What have we spotted so far? Guards are patrolling the Compound, the Entrance Gate is heavily guarded, as is the Helicopter Pad.” “That Helicopter will have to go!” Natasha Bolkonskaya added.”
“No Problem,” Anna added, “Either a few of my new Armour-piercing Rounds or a Javelin will do the Trick.”
“Question is, how we play this.” Chris interjected, “We have to assume the Enemy will possess the numerical Advantage. So, Surprise is Key.” “And then Shock and Awe!” Ragna added. “About the Numbers? I think we can even the Score a bit.” Thane stated and looked at his Watch. “They should be here any Minute!”
“Commander Robert Hamilton, Jeff West, Roxette, and Hero have arrived at the Parking Garage!” Justine announced.
“Who is Hero?” Merit whispered to her Mistress, “You will see!” Anna smiled enigmatically, “I don´t want to spoil the Surprise!” The Russian grinned at Sarah McKenzie, “I hope your Fridge is well stocked! Hero has a ravenous Appetite!”
“You know me!” The Master Thief smiled back, “Preparation, Preparation, Preparation!”
The Doorbell rang.
“Natasha? The Door!” The Canadian ordered, “Ragna, go with her!” Chris added. “Of course!” The Russian and the Icelandress replied in unison, as they rose. Sarah McKenzie couldn´t help but sigh as she watched Natasha´s firm Butt, her swaying Hips. “They form quite the Honour Guard.” She chuckled. “You don´t say!” Chris smiled.
The Door of Sarah McKenzie´s Penthouse, one Minute earlier:
Commander Robert Hamilton (retired) was curious. He knew the Owner of the Penthouse by Reputation. In the Shadow World, she was quite the Legend. Chris, Anna, and Sophie, he had known personally since Thane´s and Maureen´s Wedding. And the Trio had left quite an Impression:
A Pianist who was a Grandmaster with the Katana, a Violinist who was a World Class Sniper, and a Lawyer who was a Baroque Singer. Now he was curious to get to know the Rest of the Family. The remaining Part he corrected himself.
When Thane had called him and Jeff, they had not hesitated a Second. It was a Question of Honour. And of Course, Jeff had been unable to convince Roxette and Hero to stay at Home. “We will come along!” His Wife had explained to him in no uncertain Terms. And when the Former Attorney of State had set her Mind on something? Resistance was Futile. “You understand I had to try!” he had smiled. Roxette was his soft Spot. He would do anything for her.
The Door swung open. They were greeted by two Women, both were covering each other: One, a tall, athletic, black-haired Woman, wearing a black Power Suit and matching High Heels. The Blonde was even taller, dressed in a dark blue Powersuit and Heels. Both Women were carrying, Robert was sure.
“I am Ragna, this is Natasha”, the Blonde made the Introductions. The former SEAL noted the slightly husky Alto Voice. “If you follow us, please,” Natasha added. “I am Robert, this is Jeff, Roxette, and Hero!” He pointed at the large Alaskan Shepherd. “Welcome Hero!” The Russian smiled at the Dog. To Robert´s Surprise, Hero did not growl but wagged his Tail. That did happen not too often, when Hero met Strangers ….
They followed the Welcome Committee down the large Corridor and to a large double-winged wooden Door ….
Josephine Crawford´s Chambers:
“You know how they call this Position in China, Hayley?” Josephine asked sweetly. The American had to crane her Neck to look her Host in the Eye. She glowered at Crawford, “So much Defiance!” Josephine chuckled. “You have quite the stubborn Streak, my late Sister told me.” Her smile grew decidedly evil. “But think, with the proper Education, we can break you in.”
Hayley mumbled something that was not very polite. Barely audible, thanks to the heavy Crawford-Style Gag. The Blonde had woken up in her Cell. A Room made of Brick and Concrete. A stainless Steel Faucet and Toilette. And a Steel Table bolted to the Floor. Her Breakfast had been frugal, to say the least. She wore a blue downfilled Suit and nude Pantyhose.
Her Handlers had made no Fuss. Nothing was new to Hayley. Neither the Wheelchair, nor the Shackles, Straps, nor the Panel Gag. That she was chloroformed as soon as she was strapped into the Chair had been no Surprise.
And then she had woken up in this Room. Basically, tied to a padded Bench, with her Arms high behind her back: Wrists, Elbows. Below and above the Joint. Not high enough to rip her Arms out of her Sockets, but close. Her long Legs were tied in six Places, and under her Ankles, three Bricks had been placed, which put her leg Muscles under enormous Strain.
Her big Toes had been bound and tied back to her Ankles, adding more Strain. If she raised her Head, she could see the six white, precisely tied Rope Bands. Aesthetically, a fine Contrast to the dark blue down-filled Suit.
The String around her Big Toes was very tight. The Nail Polish shimmered through the nude Nylons: “I don´t get it that Bitch had my Toes painted in the same Hue of Blue as the Suit!” Hayley shook her head and tried to move her Feet
Crawford watched with Amusement as the Blonde tried to get to Terms with her Predicament. Glaring at her. Crawford had stuffed her Mouth with four Pairs of well-used Panties: Kirsty´s, Sophie´s, and the two Rachels.
A first Scarf covered her lower Face from Chin to Nose. Above that, Layers of Gauze. Another Scarf. More Gauze. A third Scarf. On top of that, a thick white crew Sock from Martinez and another Scarf as a finish.
“Look what I have here!” The brown-haired Villain produced a Tool. Hayley stopped struggling as she recognised it. “Yes, Hayley, this is a Taser. A Model I modified – and you know what? We will test it now. On your soft Soles! We will start slow, but then.” An evil Smile curled her Lips. “We will see how it works on a higher Setting.” Hayley did her best to suppress her Fear and Apprehension ….
She had to stay strong. She had to cling to the hope that her ruse had worked. That Sybil would be able to locate them ….
The Taser touched her left Heel … Hayley´s Body grew tense, as the Electric Shock shot through her Body …..
“Impressive, impressive!” Crawford chuckled and touched the fleshy Balls of Hayley´s right Foot ….
Sarah McKenzie´s Penthouse: The Conference Room:
“So, this is the Plan, then?” Jeff West asked. “Hero thinks it is a good one!” Roxette smiled. Hero did look up, hearing his Name. He had been focused on the T-Bone Steak that Thane had provided him with.
“She looks splendid in her Red Dress and her matching Heels!” A warm Feeling shot through Jeff. She is such a Treasure. No Wonder Hero and Roxette have such a close Connection: Hero did save Roxette´s Life.
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“Yes, that is the Plan.” The Masterthief nodded, her coal mine black Eyes glittering. “It is as good as it can be given the Circumstances.” The Black Lady looked from one to the other. “Something tells me, Time is of the Essence.”
“I concur”, Chris finally spoke calmly. She had mostly listened as Sarah explained the Plan they had worked out together. Robert Hamilton and Thane had made some Suggestions and Improvements. But the overall tactical Concept stood. The Commander had been impressed by what the Armoury had to offer.
“Our Advantage is the Surprise. That the Enemy does not know, we will bring the War to his Doorstep.” The Blonde concluded. “Merit, Evie, you can stay here at Base if you like. This will be deadly Business. And we cannot spare anyone to cover you.”
“No, we come along.” The Egyptian Noblewoman and the Egyptologist declared in unison. Their Tone made it clear this was final. Chris suppressed a Smile. “I just had to ask, you know that, right?
The Blonde looked from one to the other. “We leave in one hour! Prepare yourself!” Chris turned on her Heels and strode out of the Room. Jeff West was impressed. Ragna could tell.
The Icelandress smiled at the Newcomers, “You want to freshen up and grab a bite? It will be a long Day.” The Valkyrie grinned, “There are some Leftovers in the Fridge. The Grand Duchess,” The Icelandress teased the Russian, “made her Ossobucco a la Romanova.” Robert, Roxette, and Jeff followed the Valkyrie.
Hero looked after them, then at Thane. “You still have T-Bone-Steak left, Buddy!” The Gunny chided the Dog. “I will get you even a second one! If Roxette is not looking!” The large Dog seemed to smile. “Deal?” Thane grinned. Hero barked twice. “That is settled then!” The Gunny nodded.
Precisely one hour later, three large black Vans left the Parking Garage of the Apartment Complex and drove North-East.
Operation Thunderstorm had begun.
Late Afternoon: The Asylum:
Rachel Weinstein was spent. She could hear Maureen´s laboured Breathing. Rachel could not move her Head, thanks to the Strap across her Forehead and the high Posture Collar around her Neck.
She had no Idea how much Time had passed, Hours? This was her third Day in this Asylum. But it felt much longer.
Today, Doctor Mabuse had conducted another Series of Tests on her and Maureen. “We want to find out if mature female Specimen, like you two, react to different Dosages of Morpheus 2000 in a different way than younger Test Subjects.”
The Heiress and the Latina had just glared above their Gags at her. “She is definitely mad!” Maureen had concluded. “Her childlike Enthusiasm! As if she had discovered a new Toy!” Sophia Mabuse tried to calm her Test Subjects. “I don´t mean to insult you. I am just stating the Facts.”
The two Test Subjects were strapped into a special Kind of Chair. Massive Contraptions. Well-padded. Padded Straps and metal Shackles held them in Place. Their nylon Feet were trapped inside some Moulds and held there by one massive Clamp. Maureen felt the dozens of Knobs pressing into the soft and sensitive Flesh of her Soles.
Electrodes were fastened against their Temples, their Breasts, the Tops of their Feet.
And then it had begun, and it did not end, yet. How many Times they had been chloroformed, Rachel did not know ….
Josephine´s Office:
The Master Criminal was very pleased with herself. Hayley King had been having a lot of fun with Cramps and Convulsions shaking her Body, as Crawford shocked her Feet with higher and higher Voltage.
The Commissioner's Daughter had been remarkably resilient. But at some Point her Eyes had rolled back in her Head and she had blacked out. “Maybe I should send the distressed Father a Video of his Bondage-Slut-Daughter. And one of his Girl Friend too ….
Later, after Lunch, she would debrief Kirsty, and Hayley would watch. Yes, her Sister had been much too soft. But she, Josephine, would correct this Error.
“There is a minor snag to your Plan!” A small Voice whispered in her Head, it was Elizabeth. Her late Sister had the unhealthy Habit of showing up at the wrong Place at the wrong Time.
“Did you apprehend von der Marwitz and her People, you know what they did to me ….” “Shut up!” Josephine snapped. “That blonde Bitch will never find me. I am not like you!” “Don´t be so sure about that!” Her late Sister whispered …. “We are Twins. Soulmates.”
The Master Criminal forced herself to ignore the persistent Voice …. And looked at the different Screens on the Wall …. And an evil Smile crossed her Face … Probably she would allow some of her most trusted Lieutenants to play with the Guests, who were due to be released tomorrow …. Leandra, for Instance, loved to encase her Victims in Pantyhose ….. Martinez had already asked her to have a go at Kate Beckett ….
Difficult! She chuckled. So many decisions ….
Outside the Asylum´s Walls, around 05:00 PM
A small Hill on the Western Side:
The Rescue Team was about to deploy.
Baskerville Asylum lay in a shallow Basin. The Compound was surrounded by a red brick Wall, three Metres high. On its Crest: Cameras, sharp iron Spikes, and Barbed Wire. Effectively dissuading any Intruder from trying its Luck. Anybody trying to get near the Wall had to cross a 20 Metre broad Strip of Neverland. Well-kept Grass. Tree-covered Ridges surrounded the Basin,
The Woods around the Compound were old Trees and dense Undergrowth. Baskerville Asylum had been deserted for Decades. Till its new Owner had invested a small Fortune to make it a formidable Fortress
Anna had taken a Position on a small Knoll from which one had a perfect View of the Building Complex, which really looked right out of a Gothic Novel. “This Place oozes Menace”, the Violinist found.
She scanned the Compound through the Schmidt & Bender 5-25×56 PMII telescopic sight Scope of her Sniper Rifle.
On the Helicopter Pad, she spotted an Airbus ACH 175 Business Helicopter.
Merit would today serve as her Mistress´s Spotter. The first Time for Real.
The Russian and the Egyptian had trained for that in the last Months. Merit had sharp and keen Eyes. Now it was Time to put it to the Test.
Together with them was Evie. Chris had not said that explicitly, but this was the best Way to keep an Eye on the Egyptologist. Evie did her best to keep herself together, but she was highly agitated. And Chris did not want her doing anything stupid.
Evie lay on her left Side, shifting uneasily on the Ground. “Stay calm, Evie!” Anna whispered. “Someone might spot us!” The Egyptologist stopped fidgeting at once.
On another small Hill on the Asylum´s Southside:
Robert Hamilton analysed the Ground with the keen Eye of the Professional. “Good ground, very good ground.” He thought. The Rescue Party held the High Ground.
Any Attacker coming at them would have a hard Time.
They, on the other Hand, could fire downwards. Attack at their Choosing. Fighting an uphill battle was ever risky. He smiled grimly. Intel told them that their Enemy did not expect any attack.
They had the Element of Surprise on their Side.
Together with Thane, Jeff West, and Hero, he would infiltrate the Compound from the South.
The Angel of Death counted eight Guards on the Ground.
Hamilton smiled grimly: They had a few Surprises for the Enemy up their Sleeves. The former SEAL could not deny that he was curious to see the blonde Pianist with her Katanas in Action. He had sensed her Aura today. It had been black, like a Coal Mine.
But yet there was a bright Light around her, too. A cold, bright Sense of Determination. Chris, as she had insisted on being called, was difficult to read. If he had not been in firm Hands already, he might have been attracted to the tall Blonde. The Chief of the Medjai was a lucky Man. No doubt.
A small Hill on the Asylum´s Eastern Side:
Chris, Sarah, Ragna, and Natasha had taken up Positions on another Ridge, well covered by Trees, dense Bushes, and Boulders. The Terrain reminded the Pianist a bit of Gettysburg. She had visited the Battlefield on another Visit a few Years ago and studied all available Literature extensively.
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So far, everything was silent. Only the Guards were patrolling the Asylum´s Grounds. They did their Job but were not on Alert either. Good! They had no Idea, they were coming.
Darkness was setting in.
Ragna and Natasha had built up the MG 5 Machine Gun, firing the NATO standard round, 7.62 × 51 mm. From their Position, the Icelandress and the Russian could transform the Space between the Asylums' Eastern Side and the Brick Wall into a Killing Ground.
But that was not the only Weapon in their Arsenal: They had brought the portable 60 Millimetres Rheinmetall RSG 60 light Mortar with them. Sarah had built up the Javelin System to take out the Helicopter.
Now they lay in wait. Nobody said a Word. Through their Glasses, they scanned the Grounds. Chris was highly concentrated.
A click in her Earpiece: “Magic Carpet.” Sybil whispered, “Magic Carpet.” The Pianist and the Masterthief exchanged a Look: They were in. Along with Justine, the IT-Genius had hacked herself into the Enemies´ Security Control Systems and could control them.
Now they would look for the Hostages … to find out where they were held.
Chris forwarded the Message to the other Teams.
A small Hill on the Western Side, at 0900 PM
It was totally Dark right now:
Anna scanned the Asylum´s Western Side through the Scope of her McMillan TAC-50 C. Everything was silent. Most Windows were dark, but not all. One on the second Floor raised her Attention. The Room had a Balcony. A large Patio Door opened to it.
A Woman with long red Hair stood with her back to her.
She wore a black Negligee and probably not much else. She stepped aside. Anna suppressed a Russian Curse: Another Woman hung in the Air, from a Pulley. Wearing black Panties, Bra, and Hose. Her Body was contorted by myriads of black Ropes in a hideous tight Hogtie.
Her Big toes were tied to her braided dark Tresses.
The Russian would have recognised the Woman anywhere. Her olive-toned Skin was a giveaway. Her Handler gave her a cruel Shove, so she swung around. True, her Face was obscured by a Pantyhood, a Stocking Cap, and a massive Harness Ball Gag. But the Woman was without a doubt Sophie.
Anna knew that Merit had spotted Sophie, too. The Russian quickly calculated, as she watched
Sophie´s Tormenter hitting the Lawyer with a riding Crop on her Soles. The Angle was good, the Distance no Problem. It pained Anna to watch Sophie being tormented. Thankfully, Evie couldn´t see what Anna and Merit saw. She would have gone berserk.
The Russian made a Decision. “Valkyrie. Execute Valkyrie.” She spoke in her Mike. “Confirm: Execute Valkyrie!”
A small Hill on the Asylum´s Eastern Side:
Chris listened, looked at Sarah, at Ragna, and at Natasha. She said nothing; she didn't need to say anything. The unspoken Question: Shall we or shall we not? Time was like dripping Risin. Court Nods all around. “Execute Valkyrie.” The Blonde spoke in her Mike. “Execute Valkyrie.” Her Voice firm and strong.
That was the Fog of War.
Nothing went according to Plan.
Never.
Soraya´s Room:
The Redhead smiled at her Plaything. The Boss had allowed her to play with the dark-haired Lawyer. Soraya was disappointed, though: The German did not play fair. She showed basically no Reaction to anything the Iranian did. Her catlike green Eyes were oddly blank. “Arrogant Bitch”, the Iranian hissed and swung wide again …..
A small Hill on the Western Side, at 0900 PM:
Anna had Soraya now in her Crosshairs, in Profile. It had to be a Headshot. Too deep, and she might endanger Sophie. She breathed in, held her Breath, and pulled the Trigger … The Glass of the Door leading to the Balcony dissolved into Splinters as the 12,7 mm armour-piercing Round smashed through the Window and through Soraya´s Skull. It simply dissolved into a Mist of Blood, Bone, Brains, and Organic Matter. The almost headless Corpse crashed to the Floor.
Several Things happened now simultaneously:
On another small Hill on the Asylum´s Southside:
Robert, Jeff, and Thane fired precise Shots at the Tyres of the Vans and Cars in the Parking Space. They got up and sprinted down the Hill, Hero running at their Side, like a dark Shadow under the Moon. He howled!
A small Hill on the Asylum´s Eastern Side:
The same Second Anna pulled the Trigger, Sarah McKenzie fired her Javelin at the Helicopter. To miss the Target at that Distance was almost impossible. It dissolved into a Fireball.
Ragna opened Fire with the MG 5 in a wide Arc from left to right. The Staccato of the heavy Machine Gun hammered through the Night. One of its Predecessors, the MG 42, had been nicknamed "Hitler's buzzsaw". The MG 5 was a worthy Successor.
Chris was ready to let loose the first Mortar Round. The Canadian knelt next to her and took the next Round. They had opted for a mix of HE-Rounds, Daisy Cutters, and Flash Bang Grenades to generate maximum Chaos and maximum Destruction.
The Pianist pulled the Trigger, the first Round with its characteristic Screeeech! was in the Air. Sarah let the next Round glide down the Barrel.
They worked like a well-oiled Machine.
Minutes before, the Asylum´s Grounds had been peaceful and silent.
Now Mayhem reigned:
Explosions shook the Ground, Machine Gun Fire made the Eastern Side a Killing Ground. Windows splintered. The Guards had thrown themselves on the Ground.
Not everybody had been that lucky, though.
The Daisy Cutters were terribly effective.
The Southern Side:
Robert, Jeff, and Thane stopped in front of the Brick Wall. Hero was howling. An eerie Sound among this Cacophony of Explosions, Screams, and Detonations. “Perfect”, Thane smiled coolly. “Let´s get over this wall!”
The Gunny looked down: “How do we get him over the Wall? This Dog is vicious!”
Thane´s and Hero´s Relationship was volatile.
Jeff West smiled. “Let me do it! Hero and I understand each other ….” Hero was not impressed.
They scaled the Wall, and Hero allowed Jeff to carry him. As they got down on the other Side, the Dog shot Jeff a reproachful look. The Asylum´s Southern Side was still dark, while Mayhem still reigned on the Grounds …
Their Assault Guns at the ready, Robert, Jeff, and Thane sprinted across the Lawn ….
Minutes before, Josephine's Quarters:
“Tell me, Kirsty, wasn´t that Fun?” Josephine smiled cruelly down at the Briton. She lay on her Tummy spread-eagled on Crawford´s Bed. Kirsty was stark naked. Angry red Welts covered her Body from Neck to Ankles. Her Soles as well.
Crawford wore Stockings and a Negligee. In Black. She wielded a Whip in her right Hand. Kirsty was groaning softly. But she was not weeping. The Villainess hated to admit it, but Garrett was a tough Cookie.
She knew the Stories about her: Three Tours in Afghanistan, her Redemption by the late Queen, the Victoria Cross. Crawford hated and admired her for it. Kirsty did not end, like her. She had become a Hero.
One Reason more to punish her.
Hayley´s Sobs were Music in her Ears: She had tied the Blonde to a Column, clad in Lingerie, and nude Hose only. Crawford had forced Hayley to watch: The Blonde could not close her Eyes or turn her Head: She had taped her Eyelids and bound a leather Strap across her forehead.
White Rope Bands welded Hayley against the Post: Above the Breasts, below, across the Waist. A tight Crotchrope. Three Rope Bands above the Knees, three below. Toes and Insteps tied.
“O, poor Hayley!” The Villainess teased the Blonde. “This is so touching. And nobody will help you! You are just an overpriced bondage Slut!”
In that Moment, something changed. Both Women noticed it. Hayley´s piercing blue Eyes radiated pure Hate now.”
“Let´s continue!” Crawford smiled … and gripped the Whip again. She swung wide. At the same Moment, a Detonation shook the ground. More Detonations. Screeching Sounds …The sharp Rattata of a heavy Machine Gun.
The brown-haired Villain stopped dead in her Tracks. “What the hell!” She screamed like a Banshee – and looked at Hayley. And the Blonde seemed to smile under her Gag. No!! That Whore laughed at her! Tied, gagged, and helpless, but she laughed!
Their blue Eyes said: “I told you Bitch!”
Someone hammered at her Door. Ripped it open. Martinez, breathless, dishevelled, her SIG Sauer in her right Hand.
“Boss, we have a Problem!”
Chapter 4. The End.
