my mission

chapter 2 tied up

"One martini please" the woman tells the bartender. "What are your plans with him, spy?" she asks lowering her voice.

"I don't think you should worry about that" I answer and put the bottle back in my bag. "Gonzalez has been on our radar for a long time now, he's a dangerous man" she starts.

What does she mean with us? I thought to myself. "Trust me, I know" I say with a tone of confidence. "Then what are you doing?" she keeps talking. "Look, whatever I'm doing to this man is none of your business. After tonight I'll make sure he never bothers anyone again and the rest of the organisation will be taken care of" I tell her and look up, our eyes meeting. "You know I can't let that happen" she says and didn't take her eyes off of me.

"Well there is nothing you can do about it. Now if you'll excuse me" I sigh and stand up with my drinks in both hands and walk away, feeling unsure about how this situation was going to end.

"Sorry for taking so long" I sweetly smile at Gonzalez and did my best to change my whole mood. "No problem doll" he says and starts to inch closer to me with every word he spoke. I grab his arm and pull him in "how about we go somewhere more private?" I whisper in his ear. He grins and takes my hand leading me out of the crowd.

He opens the door to a room after we walked up the stairs to the second floor. It looks like one of the guest rooms in the house. It is a big room with a bed in the back of the room and in the front to right was a big sofa with a glass table. On the left was a door, probably leading to a balcony. A meter away from the sofa stood a small wooden table with a mini fridge on top of it.

I walk around the room and find a radio so I press the play button. Music starts playing and I open the mini fridge to find an unopened bottle of champagne, I find two glasses and pour us a drink. "So what is it that you do?" I ask whilst sitting down next to him on the sofa. "I work for a transportation company" he starts telling me, "machines" he adds.

"Oh interesting, do you enjoy it?"

He takes a second to answer my question. "I enjoy spending my income" He says. I frown and take a sip of my wine. I place it on the coffee table, when I see his empty glass already standing there. "Excuse me, I need to freshen up a little" I say and get up as i search for the bathroom. Feeling his eyes burn on me as I walk away.

I turn on the light and place my bag on a table next to the sink. I take out my lipgloss and reapply it along with some other small makeup I was carrying with me.

I walk back out only to my surprise, Gonzalez was already out on the couch. Well that wasn't too hard. I grab a chair and put it in the middle of the room. Then I walk back over to the sofa and lift Gonzalez of the couch and place him on the chair. I grab his hands and tie them behind his back, using some cable ties that i was able to fit in my bag before leaving along with my claw knife. He was now all tied up sitting in front of me.

I grab a bottle of water out of the mini fridge, taking a sip before splashing what was left in his face. My attempt to wake him up worked and he gasps whilst looking around in panic. "W-what are you doing?" He asks still recovering from the shock of water in his face. "I can make this easy for you, or I can show you the hard way. Tell me, what do you prefer Mr Gonzalez?."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said looking at me confused. "Hmm" I hum and walk over to him, spinning my knife around my finger. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me anything else you like about your job?" I said raising only my right eyebrow. "I-I don't know." He starts panicking. I swing my leg over him and sit on his lap facing him. I bring my knife up to the side of his neck and slowly put pressure on it, until I see a drop of blood roll down his neck. "Wait stop please." He exclaims desperately.

I tilt my head and take my knife off of his throat. "What do you do with all these young girls and women huh?" I ask. He stays silent. "Speak." I raise my voice and bring my knife back to where it was. "Okay okay" he starts breathing heavily, sweat dripping of his forehead. "Most go to different brothels, around the country and sometimes to different countries." he starts. "Some are bought by unknown buyers." he continues. "So you think women are for sale? Does that turn you on Mr Gonzalez?" I was infuriated. He didn't answer me.

"This is how this is going to go. You are going to tell me the exact location of where your organisation is hiding." I start to demand him. "All these girls who are still being held captive by any of your men will be released immediately. We will end you Mr Gonzalez." I say with a smirk. His eyes are filled with anger and defeat.

"Now tell me something else." I wasn't finished. "8 years ago your sick organisation took a woman. Elizabeth y/ln" I say and stand up again, releasing my knife from his throat. "Where is she now?" I ask. "I don't know who that is." He says avoiding eye contact. "Oh I think you know." I say walking closer to him. "Sorry I can't help you."

That's when he receives a punch in the face. His eye was now turning a mix of blue and purple and blood was dripping from his eyebrow. He groans in pain and looks back up. "I don't have all night." I say. "Really, I have no idea who you're talking about." He says with that same tone of panic. I raise my fist as I hear a door close behind me.