Temptation (Simon Riley x OC reader)

17.

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- Senpai

————————(Ghost)————————

- a few hours prior -

Reports and dossiers about Katarina sat on my lap. I got curious, couldn't help myself. There were a few nick nacks. Than THE letter.

I knew that she had been deployed many times before joining our Task Force, but all these papers were dated about 7 years ago. During her last deployment to Afghanistan.

I looked at the envelope in front of me, but didn't immediately open it. I didn't want to feel the pain and heartache that I was almost certain it would bring to whoever opened such a horrid thing. I just sat there, looking at the envelope as I tried to prepare myself for it. I took a deep breath before beginning to read.

From: Record Office.

"It is my painful duty to inform you that we received a report from the War Office notifying the death of Sargent Major Katarina Collins which occurred on the 11/12/...."
"The report is to the effect that she was:"

Killed In Action.

I felt my entire world come crashing down around me as I read the letter. She faked her death. All of it was fake.

I was numb, as if no air could escape my lungs and no feelings could penetrate my heart. Katarina was dead. Declared and certified yet she was the exact same person that I had spent the last 8 months working with.

A fraud.

That's what she is.

I sat in silence for a few minutes, struggling to put my emotions into words.

There I was, looking through the mortuary documents of her for the first time ever since she supposedly died. A horrific experience.

The pictures of her and the descriptions were graphic. Almost TOO graphic.

Her face was butchered, barely recognizable. The long blonde hair managed to survive the torturous act but other than that, there wasn't anything else.

That's what caught my attention that I couldn't evenly comprehend. Katarina is known for her dark hair. How did nobody notice such a big difference between the body of this poor girl and the person who was supposed to be in her place?

Her body was mangled. The mortuary photographs were taken when her body had already been cleaned and drained of any blood, making her look almost like a shell more than a human.

Her torso was cut open. Her chest taking most of the damage.

Whatever monster did this not only wanted to take her life away but also the sole things that made her a woman.

There were pictures of her arms as well, engravings in Arabic scattered on her wrists as if she was a pig for slaughter.

Slurs very probably.

Her legs were mostly intact aside from some bruising and cuts, but then the description on her feminine organs came.

"Patient presents numerous injuries around her vulva and vaginal cavity.
Her uterus has been stabbed multiple times, prior to her death. Some parts of her reproductive system are missing or damaged....."

"Fallopian tubes have been cut unevenly. Her ovaries injected with acid to melt inside of her. Both labia majora's were cut, the entrance to the vaginal cavity sewed shut. Clitoris was burned, developed an infection whilst the patient was still alive"

My eyes widened as I read the description, my heart racing and my head spinning. The images of her face flashed through my mind as I struggled to comprehend what I was reading.

She really did make sure nobody would even think to hope she would still be alive somewhere.

Selfish cunt.

The report was concluded with a quote from the coroner:

"a horrific act of violence in our modern days. 92% of the internal and some external injuries were inflicted whilst Katarina Collins was still alive. The mutilation happened as she was breathing still, most likely awake and lucid."

I read the quote slowly, my mind reeling and struggling to understand the extent of the brutality this woman had experienced.

Still alive.

The thought of her enduring that pain.. the cruelty of it all was too much for me to bear even if I had never met this woman before.

I had to know more.

I had to confront the true supposed victim of this war crime.

I just had to be patient enough until she'd return from her mission to ask my questions.

——————-(Katarina)——————

- present -

I couldn't stand his look. I couldn't look him the eye, not after he just found out about my dirty secret. I felt ashamed, angered, fearful.. that the little progress I had made in getting his trust just slipped right through my fingers.

"What do you want me to say. I'm sorry that I lied to you? I'm not the only one with skeletons in my closet."

"That's not the point, Kat, and you know it. Why. Why did you have to fake your death. Why did you use this poor girl as your substitute- WHY"