Agent With a Shotgun

Twenty

I LITERALLY FORGOT IT WAS WEDNESDAY IM SO SORRY HERE IT IS SORRY
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Amelias' eyes widened as she tried to back away from him but it was no use with the restraints. Wilkins smiled as he saw her struggle to no avail, fear beginning to show in her eyes.

"I always wondered what you looked like when you were afraid," Wilkins told her, moving to put the scissors away, "and I am not disappointed. A lady who never shows fear, is trembling in my presence." The pride was evident in his voice as he spoke, loving how he was able to get through to her.

Amelia wasn't going to back down though, "Are you sure I'm trembling," She asked, her voice uneven, "or am I shivering? They're very similar." Wilkins, however, wasn't convinced, "You've been here for hours, and haven't shivered once. No matter how cold the water was." He smirked, walking back over to her. The closer he got, the more Amelias' body stiffened.

All her training was rushing back through her mind, keep him talking, not let him win. Give other agents a chance to find her, she had to have faith that there were people looking for her. That Colton was looking for her.

Amelia held eye contact with him every step he took, trying to show she wasn't afraid no matter how much she actually was.

"I must say," Wilkins started, trailing a finger from her cheek down to her chest, "you are the most attractive woman I have ever had in my hold." He trailed his finger over the swell of her breasts, tracing over the top of her silk navy blue bra.

He raised an eyebrow at her, "You've been busy Agent," he teased, running his finger over a part of an exposed hickey on her breast, "who was it? Agent Reid? Someone else? I bet it was Agent Reid, I always saw the way he looked at you." He smirked as Amelias' jaw clenched when he spoke about Colton, knowing he hit a nerve.

"Was he good?" He continued, trailing his finger down slowly to the waistband of her jeans, "From the looks of it, I'd say he was. I noticed there was a certain type of glow to you, but couldn't place my finger on it. Now it makes sense. How did it feel? To become his slut, to be used for his pleasure like some dirty, disgusting, useless piece of-" he didn't get to finish his chastising as Amelia had heard enough.

Not only was he disrespecting her, he was disrespecting Colton and she wasn't about to let that happen. She slammed her forehead down onto his forcefully making him pull away from her and a hand fly up to his face as he yelled out in pain. Any longer and his finger would've been making its' way past her zipper on her jeans to her crotch, so she also avoided that.

"You fucking bitch!" He screamed, hand covering his nose, "You'll regret that." Walking back up to her, he slammed his fist into her abdomen causing her to double over as much as she could with her hands tied above her. She coughed and groaned lightly in pain before he roughly grabbed her face to force her to look at him, "You're dead. And no one will find you." He spat in her face, bringing his fist down in her stomach again as he forced her gaze on him. Loving the way her face scrunched in pain and the cry that left her lips.

He let her go and turned his back to her, walking back towards the table where he placed the shock stick earlier. Picking it back up, he looked over his shoulder at her and smirked evilly.

Amelia swallowed harshly as she watched him, her body screaming in pain. She had to hold out, take everything he did to her. Just long enough until Colton or someone else could find her.

She just hoped it wouldn't be too long.

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"Alright guys," Colton spoke loudly as multiple different agents stood around him, vests and weapons at the ready, "I know you all have been briefed already but I need to make sure you guys understand exactly what's at stake here." There was a chorus of murmurs in agreement and multiple nods.