When fifteen girls go missing from a group home, it shakes the whole of Chicago but it gets worse when it starts happening all over America. Skip to fifteen years later and some of them start to return. What is going on? And what does it have to do...
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When we stepped off the plane, we got onto a coach that drove us through the village. The area was covered in snow so our driver drove slower but it was fine because we got to admire the town. As we were driving through, Brandon got everyone to duck due to a few of the Girls walking the streets.
"MonHeaty Mountain Mansion." Said our driver as he got out.
"Cheers." Smiled Brandon and handed him the equivalent of $3000 to keep him quiet.
He drove off after we had gotten our luggage out and we trudged up the cobble path until we reached the doors. They swung open and there stood Weylan with a huge smile on his face. He invited us in and showed us each to our rooms, he was acting like a proper tour guide even though he had only been here for one day.
"So, let's get started." Said Hannah as she unloaded the equipment and got all the tech set up.
Our names were on the list and so was the units. They were going in as catering staff while we were going in as guests. The plan was to get in and get Adam to find the light system. He would dull the lights in certain areas outside of the ballroom so that Tyler and Sam could switch off the cameras. Us Girls and Men were going to sneak off at different intervals and search all the rooms, placing bombs in each corner after everyone had left. Half of us were going to be at ball while the others were at the base, taking agents, stealing plans and burning the place down.
When it got to the day, I was putting on my black dress that Cece had designed for each and everyone of us girls. It ripped at a certain point, making it shorter and easier to fight in. It had plenty of pockets and straps on the inside for knives and guns.
As I was slipping on my dress, Jay came up to me and kissed up my neck, occasionally licking and biting.
"Jay, we can't."
"You are perfectly on time. Some people haven't even got out of bed."
"That's because I told them to rest."
"Please, it'll help ease some tension."
I grabbed his tie that was sitting loosely around his neck and wrapped it around his wrists, pulling him over to the bed.
"You seriously think you are going to be in control."
"Oh, I know I am, baby."
"Yeah right." Said Jay as he stood up and towered over me.
He ran his hand up the split in my dress before he carefully circled my clit, refusing to put any pressure behind it. My knees slowly crumbled but Jay wrapped his hand around my waist to keep me up.
"In control, huh?" He asked as he put some pressure behind his rubbing.
A small gasp left my mouth as I grabbed onto his wrist. He trapped my hands behind my back as he slowly pushed two fingers past my folds. He pushed them in as he kissed up and down my neck, making me weak in the knees.
