♤𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫♤

2

She must be a robot. I thought to myself, watching from the corner next to stacks of bricked drugs. I don't think I've even seen her shoulders move up and down with her breathing and if she had bangs then she pinned them back because now her hair is just long and black. She didn't look all that tall, either.

Her posture is familiar to me.

The game went as it was planned out to and she won. She won the drugs, and she won me. The drugs were stacked and weighed in front of her on the table she sat at while the losers went home. And I sat in the chair across the table from her.

Someone, a man who I assumed was with her, came up to me and grabbed my chin roughly to make me look at him. "She's gonna love you." He said, speaking for the woman in front of me. Does she not even want anyone to hear her voice? Even though we're alone now?

My chains were yanked on and I was dragged to another van, stashed away like an object next to the drugs. The van reeked of Maurijuana, the mystery woman, wearing all black, sat in the front passenger seat emotionless. She sat so up straight I think it even straightened my posture.

"Ya." The mystery woman finally spoke, not even looking back at me. "You speak English?"

"I-I do." I shook because I was freezing on the metal flooring of the vehicle, however, it appeared that I was shaking out of fear.

"How about Korean?"

"No." I lied, Korean must be their mother tongue since it's where they're based. If they think I can't speak it, they'll say their most valuable information around me, thinking I won't understand.

She went silent, I took it as a contentful silence, but she could be stirring up with rage. She's like an empty box, but she doesn't seem dangerous.

We drove to the outskirts, away from the entire population and to a private airport with an airline I had never heard of before. The outside of the jet was plain and reflective, it was nearly invisible to the naked eye. But the inside had the name, Cheshire, on every seat, on the ceiling and the floor.

Thrown around like a package of meat, I was pushed into one of the leather chairs. I looked around as any new person would, wondering when they'll take this blindfold off my face. The woman sat in the seat in front of me and spoke strictly.

"Don't be curious. Curiosity will get you killed."

Okay bossy-pants. She's definitely bossy, that's for sure.

The plane doors all shut, the windows blacked out and the plane lights came on to keep us from the dark. She sighed and reached towards me, tightening my blindfold significantly so I couldn't see anything anymore. Either she's insanely smart or just paranoid. Then I heard porcelain hit the table between us and I assumed she finally took off her mask.

To be honest, by her voice, she sounds cute and elegant. I thought she would have much sharper features, like some sort of ethereal being from hell. You know what they say, demons are supposed to be beautiful to lure you towards them.

But if her mask somewhat resembles her real features or face shape, she is cute, she has a v shaped face, big eyes, and somewhat fair skin. I heard a Canadian accent everytime she spoke English, too. She looks like she couldn't hurt a fly. She looks like a fly would hurt her, actually.

"You seem disappointed that I tightened the blindfold, why so curious?" She said, subtly sounding cocky.

I shook my head in objection and looked down, tucking my knees to my chest, my chains ringing because of my shaking limbs. This was way too easy, I'll have her down the second we land. I could strangle her with my chains, or I would do it with the seat belt then I'll exit the plane and blow it up. Mission success. Boom. Literally.

"While you're plotting every way that you can kill me and escape, I should let you know that the second we land, you'll be taken out of my hands and into a separate car to our estate. You know damn well that blindfold is staying on until Boss-nim sees you. I don't honestly know what she'll do with you. She doesn't like getting humans for prizes. Drugs are easy to sell, so are people, but that's not her field. She'll probably just kill you." She spoke, confusing me to the core.

Is this not the woman I'm supposed to kill? Who the hell is this, then?

This mystery woman ordered two bowls of fruit glazed with honey for the both of us and a flight attendant put a bowl of fruits glazed with honey in front of her, she said thank you politely and dug in. I was given the same thing, but didn't eat it. It could be laced with something.

"You're not hungry? I know how human trafficking works, I don't like that field either, but I figured you wouldn't be fed much. You're pretty thin, too. You should eat it. If your trust issues are getting the better of you, we can switch bowls." She said,

She surely talks a lot and is very knowledgeable.

She switched our bowls and started eating from her new bowl. I trusted the fruits now, eating as demanded to. I thought I'd be harder to eat blindfolded than it really was, once I found the bowl and the plastic fork it was pretty easy.

From what I've been told back in my teenage years, by an old lover, trafficking victims especially women are never treated this well. You could say my judgment is off because I haven't even made it to their base yet. But being fed healthy food in a luxury jet is not very shabby to say the least.

"My name is Julia, what is yours?"

"Joanne."

"You're brave, Joanne. I thought you'd be more scared than you are. Are you used to being passed around like this?"

I nodded, eating my food quietly. Fruit with honey. Delicious, I never thought about this?

"Well, you shouldn't be fooled by the treatment you're getting now. Nothing good is coming your way. Like I said, she doesn't sell people. She'll probably just kill you."

"Who is she?" I asked, it was a bit aggravating to think that this whole time I thought she was the real deal. The real mystery woman, but no. Julia seems to just be a decoy.

That is both a clever and cowardly move on this woman's part.

"You'll know soon enough. Excuse me." She received a call on her smartphone. I question what exactly 'Cheshire' is. Is it a transportation company that specializes in luxury transport only?

Finishing the bowl of provided fruit I wanted to laugh in the face of every single person who failed at this mission. How had no one gotten this far? I've done literally nothing and I'm on my way to the real woman now.

Julia left the room and went somewhere more private for the call, I heard her leave and close another door. I tried eavesdropping, but couldn't hear anything. Typical.

I guessed the situation. This mystery woman must be the president/boss of some giant drug cartel, but she is most likely masked as someone with a different profession. Perhaps she's known for helping people, but is doing the opposite behind everyone's back.

But what is it that made every agent fail? I should have asked my boss. Was it trying to kill the wrong person? I thought Julia was her, she's not. Were they killed like Julia said? But six times. Six failures.

How I'll think of it is that my boss failed six times, because she waited six times until she finally sent me out.