Stories of Tie Up Games

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The sky over Moscow was heavy and threatening, covered with gray clouds, as Alexei Dorkof, the feared head of the Russian counterintelligence agency, rose from his desk. He approached the large window of his office, staring down at the streets below with a wicked smile. Beside him, Ivan Sokolov, his loyal second-in-command, waited patiently for his superior to speak.

"Kelly Mayer..." Alexei began, his dark eyes shining with anger. "That woman is a real thorn in our side. She’s destroyed our operations more than once. If she keeps this up, we’ll lose far more than just information."

Ivan remained silent. He knew just how much of a threat Kelly Mayer posed to their organization. This woman, beautiful, intelligent, and above all, relentless, had gained a formidable reputation as a secret agent. She wasn’t just a talented spy; she was also a seasoned fighter. But most importantly, she had something that others didn’t: a dangerous audacity that had allowed her to foil the Russian agency’s plans multiple times.

"She’s well-protected," Ivan finally said calmly, breaking the silence. "We don’t have the resources to capture her directly. And even if we did, her allies would be on us in an instant."

Alexei turned abruptly to his second, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.

"We don’t need to capture her. Not directly, anyway. We’re going to strike where she’s most vulnerable."

Ivan furrowed his brow, unsure of where this was going.

"Her son, Lucas Mayer," Alexei continued, a cold smile forming on his face. "Fifteen years old. He’s in a boarding school in Zurich. We’ll extract him, but not for a typical exchange. No... We’re going to turn him into a weapon."

Ivan paused, contemplating this unexpected idea.

"You want to use him against his own mother?" he asked, still skeptical.

Alexei nodded slowly. "Exactly. We won’t hold him hostage; that’s too risky. But we’ll subject him to a special intervention. When he returns home for the holidays, his only goal will be to neutralize her and retrieve the documents she keeps in her safe. She won’t suspect him—not until it’s too late."

Ivan nodded slowly, finally grasping the full scope of the plan. This was beyond a simple kidnapping. They were aiming to turn Kelly’s own son against her, making Lucas the perfect instrument for their revenge.

"And how will you ensure that Lucas carries out this task? He’s young and strong, sure, but he’s not an agent."

Alexei sat back down at his desk, tapping his fingers on the dark wood.

"We have specialists for that. A subtle but effective mental reprogramming. He won’t remember it. Once the documents are retrieved, all he has to do is slip away. We’ll be gone before Kelly even realizes what happened."

Ivan hesitated for a second before asking another crucial question.

"She’s one of the best agents in the world. What if she realizes something’s wrong before Lucas succeeds?"

A cruel smile appeared on Alexei’s face. "That’s a risk, but Lucas has one advantage: Kelly loves him. She’ll let her guard down around her own son. She’ll be caught off guard. If he fails, it’ll already be too late for her to catch us. The chaos that follows will give her little time to act."

Ivan finally nodded in agreement. "Very well. I’ll contact our specialists immediately. The operation must be flawless."

"We have one week," Alexei replied, leaning over his desk. "Plan every detail. When Lucas returns home, he’ll be our perfect weapon."

Ivan rose to leave the office, but before stepping out, he turned back to Alexei.

"If anything goes wrong, you know Kelly won’t hesitate to retaliate. She might track us to the ends of the earth."

Alexei shrugged with a chilling smile. "If we succeed, she won’t stand a chance."

Meanwhile, at the private boarding school in Zurich, Lucas Mayer, focused and determined, was finishing a training session in the gym. His mother, Kelly, had taught him how to defend himself from a young age, and although he didn't know all the details of her job, he knew she was an extraordinary woman. He owed her his love for martial arts, a field in which he excelled. That evening, as always, he was perfecting his techniques, striking the punching bag with power and precision.

But what Lucas didn’t know was that his mastery of martial arts would soon be turned against him, and he would unwittingly become the weapon in a complex plot to destroy his own mother.

Three days later, in a discreet apartment on the outskirts of Zurich, Ivan and Dimitri, an expert in psychological manipulation, were finalizing the last details of the operation. Dimitri, a man with sharp features and a calm voice, was reviewing reports on Lucas with cold interest.

“He’s young, strong, but most importantly... he’s emotionally attached to his mother,” explained Dimitri. “That will be our leverage. Once conditioned, he won’t be aware of his actions. But this operation will leave traces. Kelly will notice something is wrong, especially after the attack.”

Ivan nodded. It was exactly what Alexei wanted: a swift, brutal operation, executed before Kelly could realize that she had been betrayed by her own son.

“Make sure Lucas is ready for this mission,” Ivan ordered. “We’ll only have one chance.”

Dimitri smiled gently before turning to his team.

“It will be done.”

Snow was falling softly over Zurich, covering the city in a silent white blanket. Inside the boarding school where Lucas Mayer lived, the usual hustle of students had given way to the calm of the evening. After a long training session, Lucas was walking toward his room, still breathing heavily, his muscles sore but satisfied. He had no idea that a trap was closing in on him from the shadows.

A few hundred meters from the school, a black van with tinted windows was parked silently. Inside, Ivan Sokolov watched the building through a pair of night-vision binoculars. Beside him, Dimitri, the expert in psychological manipulation, was adjusting his equipment, prepared for what would be one of the most complex operations he had ever conducted.

“Everything is in place,” said Ivan, lowering his binoculars. “You have exactly two hours before anyone starts to worry about Lucas's disappearance.”

Dimitri nodded.

“Don’t worry. He’ll be back before the sun rises.”

The plan was meticulously prepared. Lucas was to be abducted discreetly, without attracting any attention. The team had ensured that the school’s cameras were temporarily disabled and that no security staff would be present in the hallways at that time. Everything had to go smoothly.

Ivan gave a slight hand signal, and two agents dressed in black left the vehicle, heading for the side entrance of the school. They were trained for this kind of mission—fast and efficient. It would take them less than five minutes to capture Lucas without him alerting anyone.

Lucas had just closed the door to his room when he felt a strange presence. Before he had time to react, two strong arms grabbed him from behind, locking his torso in a hold that rendered him immobile. He tried to struggle, elbowing his attacker in the ribs, but the man didn’t loosen his grip. A second man appeared in front of him, holding a syringe. Lucas made a last-ditch effort to dodge, but the needle had already pierced the skin of his neck. The substance took effect almost instantly, plunging Lucas into a deep stupor.

“Target neutralized,” one of the men murmured into a hidden microphone under his jacket.

A few minutes later, Lucas was transported into the black van, unconscious, while the two agents left as discreetly as they had come. Inside the van, Ivan looked at Lucas with cold satisfaction.

“Everything is in order. Take him to the safehouse.”

Lucas woke up in a dark, cold room, lying on a metal chair with his arms strapped down. His head was spinning, and for a few seconds, he didn’t understand where he was. His eyes slowly opened, and the blinding white light above him forced him to turn away. He tried to move, but his wrists and ankles were securely fastened.

“Where am I?” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

In front of him, Dimitri appeared, calm and calculating. He sat on a chair, just outside of Lucas’s direct line of sight, watching him with an almost benevolent expression.

“Hello, Lucas. Don’t worry, you’re safe. We just need you... for a small favor.”

Lucas tried to sit up, but fatigue weighed down his limbs. He struggled to remember how he had gotten there, but all he could find in his memory was a blank space. The last thing he recalled was the cold sensation of the needle on his skin.

“What do you want? Who are you?” he asked more firmly, despite his confusion.

Dimitri smiled softly, leaning closer.

“What we want is simple. It concerns your mother, Kelly Mayer. But you don’t need to worry about that right now. All you have to do is relax. We’re going to help you accomplish something very important.”

Lucas felt his heart race. His mother? What could these people possibly want with her?

“I won’t do anything for you,” he replied defiantly.

Dimitri nodded, as if expecting that answer.

“Don’t worry. We don’t need your voluntary cooperation.”

He stood up, gesturing to another man in a white coat, who approached with a small case. The man began attaching electrodes to Lucas’s head as Lucas weakly struggled against his restraints.

“What are you doing?” Lucas shouted, panic rising in his voice.

Dimitri leaned closer, his gaze piercing.

“A simple reprogramming. You won’t remember it, but it will be effective. When you return to your mother, you’ll have only one mission in mind. And everything will go exactly as planned.”

Cold sweat beaded on Lucas’s forehead as the electrodes were activated. His thoughts began to blur once more. Gradually, the world around him faded away, replaced by images imposed by Dimitri and his team. They were plunging him into a hypnotic state, repeating the same instructions over and over, embedding precise orders in his mind—orders he would follow without even realizing it.

When Lucas woke up the next morning, he was back in his room at the boarding school, as if nothing had happened. His head ached a bit, but he had no memory of the previous night. Everything seemed normal. He dressed, packed his bag for his upcoming holiday with his mother, and prepared to return home, happy to see her again after months apart.

What he didn’t know was that in a few days, when he returned to Kelly Mayer’s house, he would trigger a sinister plan that would put his mother in grave danger. His hands might tremble with hesitation, but by then, it would be too late. The mission they had embedded in his mind was imprinted, and nothing would stop him from carrying out what had been set in motion.

Kelly Mayer was sitting in her living room, a book in hand, enjoying this rare moment of peace. She had always been a fascinating woman, both in her beauty and intelligence. With piercing green eyes and dark hair, she exuded a magnetic aura that captivated those who crossed her path. At 35, she carried her years gracefully, and despite a life of espionage and secret missions, she maintained an air of elegance, even in casual attire. Today, she wore a simple black fitted t-shirt and gray leggings, perfect for a relaxed autumn afternoon. Her feet, resting on the coffee table in front of her, were snug in black wool socks, a touch of comfort on this cool day.

It had been several days since Kelly noticed something strange about Lucas. Her son, usually so cheerful and open, had become distant, quiet. He seemed preoccupied, sometimes even absent. Kelly had chalked it up to adolescence. After all, Lucas was fifteen—a time when moods could be unpredictable, and a desire for isolation was normal. She hadn’t pressed him, preferring to give him the space he seemed to need.

But deep down, a slight doubt lingered. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something more serious was going on. Every fiber of her instinct, sharpened by years of covert missions, told her she needed to dig deeper. Yet she chose not to act immediately, convinced that sometimes a mother needed to trust her son.

That evening, everything seemed normal. Lucas had spent a long time in his room, and Kelly was about to suggest dinner. But just as she was about to get up, Lucas appeared in the living room, suddenly calm and more confident.

“Mom?” he asked softly.

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Kelly looked up from her book and smiled.

— "Yes, my heart?"

Lucas was standing in the doorway, watching her with an unusual intensity. His eyes seemed almost glazed over, as if he was hiding something.

— "I have something for you," he said as he approached.

Kelly raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

— "A gift?" she asked with an amused smile. "Is it a surprise?"

Lucas nodded.

— "Yes, but you have to do something for me first."

Kelly set her book down and looked at him curiously. Lucas's behavior was strange, but she smiled, thinking it might just be a teenage joke. She got up from the couch, her black t-shirt hugging her athletic figure, and walked over to him.

— "What do I need to do, then?" she asked with amusement.

Lucas smiled.

— "Put your hands behind your back, close your eyes, and don't move."

Kelly hesitated for a second, then burst out laughing.

— "What are you up to?"

— "Trust me, Mom," Lucas replied in a soft voice.

Although slightly wary, Kelly had no idea what was about to happen. She shrugged, amused, and complied. Her arms slipped behind her back, crossing her wrists, and she closed her eyes, curious about what Lucas had in mind.

It was at that precise moment that everything changed.

Lucas, trembling hands but determined, grabbed a rope he had hidden in the pocket of his sweatshirt. Quickly, he tied Kelly's wrists with almost military precision. His mother, surprised by the sensation of the rope, opened her eyes immediately.

— "Lucas? What are you doing?" she asked, trying to break free.

But it was already too late. Before she could fully react, her wrists were firmly bound. Kelly struggled slightly, but she immediately felt that the rope was tight. Her gaze froze, surprise giving way to acute concern.

— "Lucas, stop this right now! What’s gotten into you?"

Lucas did not respond. His face was set, focused on his task. He grabbed another rope he had prepared and quickly knelt down to tie his mother's ankles in the same way he had done with her wrists. Kelly, destabilized by the situation, tried to free her legs, but Lucas was too quick.

— "Lucas! Let me go now!" she shouted, her voice full of confusion.

Kelly's protests became more urgent, but Lucas continued his work in silence. His brain seemed to be on autopilot, obeying an order he didn't understand himself. Once her ankles were securely tied, Kelly found herself immobilized on the couch, utterly powerless.

She stared at him, wide-eyed, searching for an explanation. This was not like Lucas, not her beloved son. Something was wrong; she knew it now.

— "What’s wrong with you, Lucas? Why are you doing this? Talk to me!"

But Lucas did not respond. He seemed unresponsive to her pleas, almost as if he couldn't hear her. Kelly tried to sit up, to move her hands or legs, but the ropes were too tight. She was trapped.

Lucas looked at his mother, now helpless, and knelt down in front of her.

He grabbed her black wool socks and began to take them off. Kelly, despite her confusion and worry, shot him a piercing look.

— "Lucas, what are you going to do with that?" she asked in a tense voice, her hands still tied behind her back.

But Lucas, faithful to the orders he had unconsciously received, did not respond. With a determined gesture, he rolled the socks into a ball and brought it close to her face. Kelly tried to protest, to sit up, but Lucas was faster.

He shoved the socks into her mouth, muffling her screams and objections. Her eyes, wide with surprise, revealed a glimmer of panic. She tried to spit out the fabric, but Lucas produced a strip of duct tape which he placed firmly around her head, sealing the socks inside and preventing her from speaking further.

— "Mmphhh! MMPHHHH!" Kelly tried to scream, her gaze now pleading for a response, an explanation.

But Lucas simply lifted her by the arms, forcing her to stand despite her bound wrists and ankles. Kelly's black t-shirt and gray leggings brushed the floor as she struggled, her bare feet slipping on the hardwood. The only sound escaping her mouth was a muffled "MMPHHHH," which echoed faintly in the room.

He dragged her to the desk, where the safe was hidden behind a painting. Kelly, sensing he was taking her directly to the safe, began to struggle with all her might, her movements becoming more desperate.

— "MMPHHHHH!" she continued to moan, trying in vain to let Lucas know that something was wrong, that this wasn't him.

Lucas ignored the muffled sounds and gently pushed her toward the safe. He lowered the painting, revealing the built-in retinal scanner. Kelly squirmed to try to free herself, but Lucas, relentless, grabbed her face and brought it close to the scanner.

The device blinked green, and a clicking sound echoed as the safe slowly opened.

Lucas quickly reached inside and pulled out a stack of documents marked with the seal of the agency for which Kelly worked.

This information was vital, and Kelly knew it must never fall into the wrong hands. Her heart raced as she struggled, shaking her head violently and trying to alert her son in any way she could.

— "MMPHHHH! MMPHHHH!" her muffled voice echoed again, desperate.

Suddenly, in a surge of frustration and courage, Kelly delivered a violent headbutt to Lucas. He fell back, surprised by the force of the impact. She hoped to buy time to free herself, but Lucas quickly got back up, his eyes still filled with the same coldness. He then pulled out another length of rope, more determined than ever to control her.

Kelly continued to struggle, but Lucas was quick. He grabbed her already bound wrists and brought them toward her ankles, tying them together in a constraining position. Kelly found herself bent over, completely immobilized, her body caught in a position where she could only move weakly. Her bare feet rested against the floor, and she continued to emit muffled groans, "MMPHHHH!" desperately hoping he would stop.

Lucas, out of breath, looked at her for a moment. He straightened up and examined the documents he had just obtained. The plan seemed to have worked perfectly. He thought he had completed the mission, ready to leave the house with the valuable information.

But suddenly, a loud noise echoed.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Someone was knocking at the door.


Lucas froze, his heart racing. Kelly, still on the ground, tried to scream through her gag, her pleading gaze fixed on her son.



— "MMPHHHHHHHH! MMPHHHHHHHH!"

Who was there?




Nelly, Kelly's younger sister, had just finished her shift at the criminal unit. At 30 years old, she was an excellent police officer, recognized for her seriousness and efficiency, even if she didn’t have the stature of her elder sister.

Kelly had always been a role model for her, and although the two sisters were close, Nelly knew that her big sister operated on a different level, in complete secrecy.

Nelly admired her nephew, Lucas, who, despite his teenage years, was a promising young boy, intelligent and calm. As she left her shift, dressed in her blue uniform consisting of a shirt, fitted pants, and black shoes, she decided to make a surprise visit to her sister and Lucas.

As she arrived at Kelly's house, Nelly knocked three times on the door, a smile on her lips, expecting a quiet family evening.

In the office, Lucas heard the knocks at the door and glanced through the window. His heart sank upon seeing his aunt, Nelly, standing at the door. The plan was taking an unexpected turn. He had managed to subdue his mother, but Nelly's unexpected arrival complicated things. He needed to act fast.

Lucas looked at Kelly, still bound and gagged, lying on the ground, helpless.

She moved weakly, trying to free herself, but her efforts were in vain. She looked at Lucas with wide eyes, her muffled whimpers silenced by the makeshift gag: "MMPHHHH! MMPHHHH!"

Determined to continue his mission, Lucas grabbed Kelly by the arms and dragged her gently to the farthest corner of the office.

He made sure his mother's bonds were still tight before locking the office door.

He then headed for the front door. He took a deep breath and opened it, his face perfectly masking the tension running through him.

— "Hey Lucas!" Nelly said with a smile. "Is your mom here? I wanted to make a surprise visit."

Lucas, keeping his composure, replied in a soft voice:

— "Hi, Auntie. Mom's in the office, you can go in. She was working on something."

Nelly, still smiling, walked past Lucas without a second thought. She entered the house and headed toward the office where her sister was supposed to be. But when she opened the door, a shocking scene awaited her. Kelly was there, lying on the ground, her wrists and ankles tied, gagged with her own socks and duct tape, struggling weakly.

— "Oh my God, Kelly!" Nelly exclaimed as she rushed toward her sister.

But before she could reach Kelly, Lucas was already acting. He leaped onto his aunt from behind, taking advantage of the element of surprise to unbalance her and slam her to the ground. Nelly, still shocked by the sight of her sister bound, couldn’t react quickly enough. Lucas grabbed a rope he had prepared and, with the same precision as he had with Kelly, began to tie her wrists behind her back.

— "Lucas! What are you doing? Stop that right now!" yelled Nelly, trying to struggle. But Lucas, trained and strong, held her in place.

Despite her efforts, he managed to immobilize her and tie her wrists securely. Then he did the same with her ankles, binding them together. Nelly continued to struggle, and her voice grew louder, filling the room.

— "Lucas, you’re losing your mind! Stop it!"

The noise was becoming too much for Lucas. He knew he had to silence her before the neighbors or anyone else heard the screams. In a swift move, he tore off Nelly's shoes, revealing her black socks. She tried to break free, but Lucas was too quick. He grabbed the socks she was wearing and shoved them into her mouth.

— "MPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Nelly moaned, shocked by the turn of events.

To ensure she couldn’t spit out the gag, Lucas took out another strip of duct tape and pressed it firmly over her lips, sealing the socks in place. Nelly, just like Kelly before her, found herself unable to speak, her protests reduced to mere muffled "MMPHHHH!" sounds.

But Nelly, more vigorous than her sister, continued to struggle with renewed energy. She rolled on the floor, trying to free herself from her bonds.

Lucas, aware that he needed to fully subdue her, grabbed another length of rope.

He tied Nelly's wrists to her ankles, bending her into the same hogtie position as Kelly, preventing her from moving effectively.

Nelly, defeated, breathing rapidly and with a furious look, could do nothing more.

The two sisters, now immobilized and gagged, were completely at Lucas's mercy.

He observed the scene for a moment, realizing the situation was under control again.

His hands trembled slightly, but he knew he had succeeded. He had neutralized both women, preventing any interference.

Lucas cast one last glance at the documents he had extracted from the safe.

Everything was ready for the final phase.

He then took out his phone, and in a nearly mechanical gesture, he dialed Alexei Dorkof's number.

— "It's Lucas," he said, his voice calm but tense. "I have the documents. You can come pick them up."

On the other side of the phone, Alexei smiled as he heard the long-awaited confirmation.

- Well done, Lucas. We'll be there shortly.”

Lucas hung up and turned one last time to his two captives. Kelly and Nelly, struggling against their bonds, stared at him with eyes full of despair and incomprehension.

But for Lucas, the mission wasn't over yet. Now he had to make sure everything went smoothly until Alexei arrived.

Lucas waited impassively, standing next to the two women he'd tied up, while Kelly and Nelly tried desperately to reason with their nephew through their gags. Their muffled moans echoed through the room, but no intelligible words managed to get past their sealed lips.

- “MMPHHH! MMPHHH!” they tried in vain to say, their gaze fixed on Lucas, begging him to wake up from the nightmare into which he was plunged.

Kelly moved as much as she could, her wrists and ankles firmly bound, struggling against the rope that bound them. As for Nelly, she was still struggling, hoping that a moment of inattention on Lucas's part would enable her to free herself. But Lucas showed no emotion.

The conditioning he'd undergone held him in an iron grip, and he remained unmoved by the silent pleas of his loved ones.

Finally, after a few minutes of heavy silence, an engine sounded in front of the house. Alexei Dorkof had arrived. The door opened and he entered, accompanied by two of his henchmen. He walked lightly to the office, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he took in the scene. The two detectives, bound and gagged, looked at him with hatred, while Lucas still stood erect, awaiting orders.

Alexei let out a sarcastic laugh as he observed the situation.

- “Ah, what a beautiful scene! The two great detectives, unable to move, at the mercy of your own family. It's almost poetic, isn't it?”

Alexei walked around the room, observing the two women with a mocking smile. He approached Kelly first, crouching down beside her. Without a word, he ripped the tape from her mouth, forcing her to spit out the socks she'd been biting for a long time.

- “Ah, Kelly, what a surprise to see you in such a situation,” he said with a cruel smile. “Not very worthy of the famous agent, is it?”

Kelly struggled to catch her breath, but her green eyes were burning with anger. Even bound, she wasn't about to let herself be humiliated without resistance.

- Alexei, you coward. Do you really think this is going to work? Using Lucas like that... You'll only make your situation worse. I'll find you, I'll make you pay for this,” she spat vehemently.

Alexei raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Kelly's rage.

- “As feisty as ever, even in such an... uncomfortable position. I admire your fighting spirit, I really do. But I'm afraid you're in a situation where threats don't carry much weight anymore.”


- “You have no idea what you've just unleashed,” Kelly continued, refusing to look down. “Lucas is going to remember all this, and he's going to hate you for what you did to him.”

Alexei couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.


- “Oh, Kelly... Always underestimating your opponents. Lucas is under my control now. He's been programmed to perfection, just like you, always so perfect in your missions. But you see, today, you're the one who failed.”


With a swift movement, he picked up the socks he'd removed from his mouth again and tried to push them in again. Kelly, determined not to let him, clenched her jaws, refusing to let him gag her. But Alexei was stronger, and after a few seconds of struggle, he managed to force the socks into her mouth. Kelly, furious, began to scream through the gag, her muffled screams echoing around the room.

- “MMPHHHHHH! MMPHHHHHHHH!” she screamed, her eyes filled with rage.

Alexei, indifferent to her efforts, applied a new strip of tape firmly over her mouth, making sure she couldn't spit out the gag again.

- “There, much better like that,” he said as he straightened up, observing his work with satisfaction.

He then turned to Lucas, who was still awaiting his orders, motionless.

- Lucas, you've accomplished your mission wonderfully. I'm proud of you, really. But before I go, I'd like to give you one last little task.” He paused, letting his gaze settle on Kelly and Nelly's bare feet, exposed on the floor, before smiling.

- “See, those two...” He paused, his smile widening. “They look rather ridiculous in this situation, don't they? Maybe a little comedy would make it all the more memorable. Why not tickle them a little, eh? Nothing like a few tickles to add a comic effect to the scene, and more importantly, humiliate my enemy a little more. I'm sure Kelly would appreciate it.”

Kelly, understanding immediately what he had just suggested, wriggled furiously on the floor, her desperate movements and muffled cries of protest becoming more intense.

- “MMPHHHHHH! MMPHHHHHH!” She struggled as hard as she could, but the bonds were too tight, and there was nothing she could do.

Alexei burst out laughing to see her struggling like this.

- “Ah, Kelly, predictable as ever. I must say, this situation delights me beyond belief.”

He gave Lucas one last sign, like a master giving his last instructions to a devoted servant.

- “See that they keep quiet, and have fun. You've done a good job today.”

With a satisfied smile, Alexei turned on his heels and left the room, his henchmen following close behind. As he passed through the door, he turned briefly to take one last look at the scene.

- It's been a pleasure, ladies. Enjoy the moment together.”

The door closed behind him, plunging the room into an almost oppressive silence, broken only by the faint, muffled moans of Kelly and Nelly, bound, barefoot, completely at Lucas's mercy.

They were still trying to communicate with him, their eyes full of distress, but Lucas, still in the grip of his programming, didn't react.

Lucas, in total control of Alexei's conditioning, complied without a word or hesitation. His empty gaze fell first on Kelly, still bound and gagged, her bare feet exposed before him. Ignoring the desperate moans coming from her sock-gagged mouth, he slowly knelt down beside her.

Kelly immediately understood what was about to happen and tried to struggle even more vigorously, her feet desperately trying to get out of the way. But the bonds were too tight, and she could only wait, powerless. Lucas then began to tickle her, sliding his fingers over the soles of her feet.

- “MMPHHHH! MMPHHHHHHH!” screamed Kelly, trying to suppress the bursts of laughter in spite of herself. She squirmed more and more, her body shaken by uncontrollable spasms.

Lucas continued, unperturbed, his fingers dancing methodically over her feet. He wasn't here to have fun, only to do as he was told. Kelly, despite her training, couldn't stop the muffled laughter escaping through her gag.

After five minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Kelly, Lucas stopped. Then he turned to Nelly, who stared at him with eyes filled with incomprehension and fear.

She squirmed, trying to escape her fate, but like her sister, her bare feet were exposed, and there was nothing she could do.

Lucas knelt down again and repeated the process with Nelly. His fingers slid gently over the soles of her feet, and soon muffled giggles escaped Nelly's mouth in turn.

- “MMPHHHH! MMPHHHHHHH!” Nelly struggled with all her might, but like Kelly, she was completely at Lucas's mercy.

After five minutes of tickling Nelly, Lucas finally stopped. He straightened up, his movements still mechanical, and stared blankly at the two detectives. He stood there motionless, as if awaiting further instructions, while Kelly and Nelly, exhausted by their efforts, breathed noisily through their gags.

They realized that if they were to bring Lucas back to him, they would have to act now. They squirmed again, trying to get his attention, hoping that something in his eyes might awaken. Kelly and Nelly emitted moans through their gags, their eyes filled with pleading.

- “MMPHHHH... MPHHHHH...” Kelly tried to say, her eyes fixed on Lucas.

Nelly did the same, trying to bring him back to his senses.

- “MPHHHH! MPHHHHH!”

Despite their efforts, Lucas remained completely impassive. The brainwashing was still too strong, too ingrained in his mind for him to react to their pleas. His eyes seemed empty, as if he no longer perceived anything around him.

Despite their despair, the two women began to realize that their situation no longer depended on their efforts. Time was running out, and Kelly knew that if they didn't find a way to get him out of this hold, Alexei would be long gone with the documents and they would remain helpless, tied up, with no hope of release.

On the way home, Alexei, deep in thought, wondered if he'd made a mistake leaving Kelly alive. He knew her reputation, her tenacity, and that she could become a problem in the future. Even tied up, she remained a formidable adversary. The documents were in his possession, but a threat like Kelly had to be eliminated, once and for all.

Making a cruel decision, he pulled out his phone and called Lucas.

- Lucas, it's me, Alexei. Listen carefully, it's time to finish off Kelly. Do it discreetly, without attracting attention. She could be crucial in my hunt if she stays alive.”

On the other end of the line, Lucas answered in a monotone, emotionless voice.

- “Understood.”

Back in the house, Lucas, still under the influence of brainwashing, turned to the two women still bound and gagged. Nelly stared at him in despair, emitting muffled moans, silently begging for her nephew to come to his senses.

- "MPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

But Lucas, implacable, approached her and, without saying a word, lifted her up and locked her in a cupboard. Nelly's muffled protests intensified, but Lucas, indifferent, closed the door on her and locked the closet.

Kelly, meanwhile, was still struggling on the floor, her green eyes wide with terror as Lucas approached her. Her moans through her gag were becoming more urgent.

- “MMPHHHHH! MMPHHHHHHH!”

Lucas stared for a moment at his mother, Kelly, who was squirming on the floor, her green eyes pleading. But Lucas showed none. Without a word, he lifted her up despite her muffled moans, which grew more intense as he went on.

- “MMPHHHHHHHH! MPHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Kelly through the gag, desperately trying to reason with her son.

He carried her to the bathroom, her bare feet grazing the floor but unable to free themselves. Once inside, he placed her in the bathtub and cut the rope that bound her wrists to her ankles. Kelly immediately tried to stand up, but Lucas, implacable, tied her feet to the tub's faucet, completely immobilizing her legs.

Kelly, panicking, realized what was about to happen. As Lucas opened the tap, icy water began to flow, invading the tub at an alarming speed.

- “MMPHHHHHHHHH! MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Kelly, struggling furiously. She shuffled her bare feet, trying to free herself from the tap with all the strength she could still muster.

Her efforts redoubled, her toes desperately searching for a hold, her feet slipping on the cold metal. But the bonds were too strong. The water rose slowly, reaching her legs, then her abdomen. The biting cold of the water made her tremble, but she wouldn't stop struggling.

- “MPHHHHHHHHHH!” she moaned, her cries becoming more and more desperate, her eyes pleading with her son, still in the grip of Alexei's programming.

In the closet, Nelly, still bound and gagged, could hear noises coming from the bathroom. She, too, was struggling vigorously.

- “MPHHHHHHHH! MPHHHHHHHHH!” she moaned, trying to free herself despite her tight bonds, her heart beating wildly.

The two women struggled helplessly against their bonds, hoping for a miracle. When the water in the bathtub reached three-quarters of Kelly's body, something finally snapped in Lucas' mind. He stopped suddenly, his eyes blinking several times. He looked at his drenched mother, barefoot and bound, with the water continuing to rise around her.

- “Mom... ?” he whispered, his voice trembling, realizing the gravity of the situation.

In a flash, Lucas rushed to turn off the faucet, extinguishing the flood of icy water. He quickly knelt down beside his mother and began to undo the ties around her feet. His hands trembled as he untied the ropes, freeing Kelly's bare feet that had struggled so hard.

- “MMPHHHHHHHHHH!” moaned Kelly again, although a sigh of relief passed through her when she felt the ropes let go.

Lucas removed her mother's gag, and Kelly immediately spat out the socks filling her mouth, inhaling deeply, still shaken by panic. She wasted no time and, though soaked and exhausted, ran for the door, her feet slipping lightly on the damp floor.

- “Nelly...” she breathed, rushing to the closet where her sister was still locked up.

Kelly opened the door, and her eyes met Nelly's, who was moaning desperately.

- “MPHHHHHHH! MPHHHHHH!” Nelly was visibly relieved to see her sister alive and free, even if she was still in a difficult situation.

Kelly threw herself at her side and quickly undid her bonds. Nelly's wrists and ankles were deeply marked by the ropes, and her feet were still exposed. Once untied, Nelly breathed a sigh of relief, her body finally relaxing. Kelly removed the gag, and Nelly spat out the socks in her mouth, inhaling deeply as if the air were finally returning to her lungs.

- “Thank you... I... I thought it was over...” murmured Nelly, her eyes filled with gratitude and concern.

Kelly, though shaken, nodded. There was no time to lose. Lucas, still reeling from what he'd just done, stood in the doorway.

- What the hell happened? Why... why did I do that?” he asked, confused and horrified by his own actions.

Kelly took a deep breath, her feet still icy and trembling.

- “It was Alexei... he manipulated you, Lucas. But you came back to yourself. He's got what he wanted, but we can still catch him.” Her voice was firm, determined. She knew they didn't have much time.

She turned to Nelly, who struggled to her feet, still slightly shaken.

- We've got to get ready. Alexei mustn't get away this time.”

Nelly nodded, regaining some of her fighting spirit, ready to help her sister in this desperate hunt.

The two sisters, exhausted but determined, set off in search of Alexei, knowing that the future of their unit and the safety of many people now depended on their success.

Wow! Intense, dramatic and uttterly magnificent! Well done!

Caesar73 wrote: 8 months ago Wow! Intense, dramatic and uttterly magnificent! Well done!

I agree. Well written too. Keep it up!