LETHAL

Chapter Three

Two bottles turned into four, four bottles turned into eight and soon ten. I was completely wasted on the couch, which had other people lying on it.

I was soon going to pass out. I kept hearing Sergeant Arlete's voice on the other end of my headphones, but I didn't have the energy to reply.

I had completely forgotten to keep inspecting the bartender. It was completely the bartender's fault for making me get this wasted.. She kept offering me bottles and bottles of this delicacy.

My makeup was smudged, my dress was stained, I had a few splotches of vomit on my dress, stains of sweat. The music was still making my head pound, but I didn't mind.

If something happened during this mission, I wouldn't care, because I'm feeling myself again.

I see a slim and tall figure walking over to me. I recognized the bottle that she was holding. "Would you like another one?" She said innocently, but I could barely hear her, because I was on the edge of passing out and because of my music.

I nodded slowly, grabbing the bottle sloppily out of her hands. I smiled wonkily back at her and she walked away. I opened the bottle with ease and drank it. Each sip making me want to vomit even more.

I was about to set the bottle down on the floor, when I passed out and the bottle dropped and spilled the liquid everywhere.

I could still faintly hear the music, but I couldn't recognize the song. I heard Sergeant Arlete's voice on the other end of my communication device, but everything went blank in my head, in my ears, and in my body.

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My head pounded with pain once I woke up. I could only faintly still hear the music from a few rooms above. Where the fuck was I?

Once I realized that I wasn't chilling on the couch anymore, my instincts kicked in. I sat up, and looked around. I could hear talking but the communication seemed to be in another language? Sounded like Chinese? Or Korean?

I reached for my ear, but only then I realized that my in ear communication devices were removed. So were my heels. My face felt clean. Somebody must've cleaned it. I leaned back against the well. Looked like I was in a cell.

I was surprised, because the cell was decent— it was clean. No stains or dirt anywhere.

I heard foot steps echoing from the other side of my cell, and I squinted to see dark, leather shoes, that were stepping towards my cell.

Once the dangerous looking men were facing me, the one in the middle kneeled down to face my level.

"Oh, how I wish I could fuck you right now.." his eyes invaded my body. He licked his lips and I shivered at the thought of this man fucking me.

"Isn't she so hot?" The man who was throwing disrespectful words at my face looked up to the other men and they continued to nod. He smirked.

"Unlock the cell," he mentioned suddenly, and the other men instantly nodded and proceeded to open my cell. I stared at the disgusting man in terror. He entered my cell.

Once he entered my cell, he sat down on the floor, next to me and traced his index finger up and down my curves.

I glanced down at his crotch and noticed it wad twitching. I chuckled. He was so thirsty. Thirsty for me.

He started groping my breasts and he slipped his hands inside of my dress and inside my bra, when my I started focusing at the foot steps that were coming from a door infront of my cell.

The men who unlocked my cell stared at the mysterious man.

"Hello, boss." They bowed. The 'boss', did a little movement, like a swirl, with his hands.

The creep was still touching me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The boss seemed irritated. Very mad.

The man stopped touching me and immediately stood up. "I'm–I'm sorry, boss." He bowed.

"Get out of the fucking cell." The boss stared at the creep.

The creep did as he said and the boss led him to a place, somewhere behind my cell, and I heard a silenced gunshot. The creep was dead, I'm guessing?...

The boss walked back over to my cell.

"Nice to meet you, Zira Addams."