Punching Bag

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I know vaguely what happened to Townsend's family.

He had a wife and kids. He loved them all. Would've done anything for them. Like all tragic stories they died.

No one I'm assuming except maybe Vandyke or Godwin knows the details of who and why they were killed. It's assumed they were collateral damage. Murder by Townsend's enemies. Caught in the crosshairs of his operations.

It's been so many years since this happened, but he's still emotionally burdened by their deaths, as though it happened yesterday. He's still an insomniac. He's still psychotic. He's still fixated on revenge.

Reddington told me to spy on Townsend and his movements, his plans. He never told me why.

After being brutally fucked, I got into the car Townsend left for me alone and went straight home. I called Reddington immediately.

"He's fucking insane! This shit has gotten way out of hand. I'm getting in too deep, how the fuck am I going to walk out of this!" I yell at him frantically. Probably not the best idea but I'm afraid for myself.

"When all is said and done, you don't have to worry about Townsend. You will be out and you will be free, worry not." He says calmly. It's easy to say when you're life isn't on the line. When one of the most ruthless criminals hasn't filled your cunt with his cum.

"I'm not sure if this is all worth it. If you just tell me what information you're looking for, maybe I can speed things up and get out of here."

There's a long pause.

"I'm telling you this because I need this information, Dana. I need you to stay in cover."

Another pause.

"I knew Neville many years ago. Not personally but I know his story and what happened back then, with his family. I also know the people responsible for his families death and I know he wants revenge. Still does even after all these years. Anyways, recently he has been in contact with somebody extremely important to me - "

"Elizabeth Keen." I cut him off.

"Yes, Elizabeth. She doesn't realise what she's getting into. She doesn't know who or what he is. She's chasing an unjustified, miscommunicated revenge. I want, I need to protect her."

"Even though she's trying to see you dead."

"Yes." He says for certain.

Another pause.

"Dana, I'm sure you can see that this is a very personal matter for me. I don't desire to damage our relationship but at this stage you must know that I will not be taking it lightly if you back out on me."

A threat from Raymond Reddington. Not ideal.

"I understand."

"Great! Stay safe, update me as needed." He says all cheery as though he didn't just threaten my life. Then he ends the call.

I'm screwed. I'm stuck in this shit heap of a job and I can't get out. I need to see this through there's no other way.

I achingly make my way over to my bed. Collapsing and grunting in pain. My knees are grazed. Bruises cover my neck, around my waist and hips, my ass, even the top of my forehead where he pushed me against the wall repeatedly. My vagina throbs, a stinging pain shooting all the way through me whenever I move.

I've been fucked and used by Neville Townsend.

Is he going to distance himself from me? Kick me out? Fire me? Demote me?

Is he going to act like nothing happened? Not even mention it as he stares at the bruises he left?

Even worse, will he fuck me again? What do I do if he does?