Punching Bag

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My whole body aches. Everything becomes more and more sore the more my body awakens.

Townsend fucked me three times last night. Did I even sleep? I sit up from laying on my stomach and immediately notice the wet sensation on my back.

I wipe my back and look down on my hand to find it covered in cum. The last fuck must not have been that long ago then.

I slowly pry myself up from bed, my skin getting goosebumps as the breeze hits my naked body.

Dazed and cramped, I make my way to the bathroom ensuite and shower. Flashbacks of how Townsend fucked me comes flooding back. How intoxicating it felt to be so desired by him, so dominated. It felt like he was starved for me.

I quickly get dressed and presentable, then make my way to the dining hall. Other than the staff who let me know they'll make me some food, there's no one else around.

I eat my food alone, thinking about my updated situation.

I've spent enough time seducing Townsend,and I'm confident that I have him now. I mean he literally moved me into his home.

I need to focus on my real assignment now. I need to start getting more valuable information for Reddington.

Hanging around Townsend is the best and most reliable source of information. But he's proved to be hard to get information out of. Very slow to discuss any plans with me, especially about Reddington and Keen.

If I want to get Reddington information before anything happens it will need to be from somewhere else.

There's no way I'm getting anything from Godwin or Vandyke. The staff are too separated from his office space to overheat anything and I doubt Townsend would make a simple enough mistake as to devulge Intel to his kitchen staff.

The next best thing would be the other staff down in the main offices.

Most run security or administrative tasks but  it's my only option other than this slow burn with Townsend.

I finish eating then head down the elevator to the offices.

Once I enter I notice a few dirty looks as I walk by. I'm assuming because they've heard I've moved in upstairs.

Good. Maybe they'll know some more gossip.

Everyone at their desks are silent and working away. I'm not dumb enough to go and straight up ask people questions. I'm sure they'd rattle on Townsend to me just to earn some of his good graces.

Instead I slowly make my way through the office floor, pretending to be looking for someone or something. For the most part nobody really pays me any mind.

I've made my way to the lunch room when I stop beside the door way, out of view, at a group of voices.

"The guy is actually insane. Does that mean we all are for working for him?" A man jokes and other people chuckle at him.

"It's so fucked up, I mean his sister?" A girl says.

"I can kind of see why he's doing this though."

"He's always been business first, and this business is personal this time I hear."

"For someone so hung up about family you'd think he'd at least hesitate before ordering his murdered."

Murdering his family? What?

"Sister or not, can't risk that. Maybe they'd offer her a deal if she talked and it tempts her."

I knew Townsend has a sister but she's not someone who's talked about much around here that I've noticed. Are they talking about cops? Has she been imprisoned?

"Well that's why Im happy to stay up here hidden away." Everyone else giggles and agrees.

I walk back towards the elevator.

So Townsends sister has been caught by the cops, and he's having her murdered so she won't talk about any of his business.

It's not something that's unheard of by any means. But his own sister?

Does this have anything to do with Reddington or Keen? Maybe not but information is information.

I take the elevator back up, stopping once I exit.

I hear Townsend, speaking and maybe pacing in the living room.

His voice becomes more clear as I get closer.

"I need you back in the U.S."

A slight pause.

"It's a matter of most urgency."

His footsteps stop. Maybe he's sat down now.

I peer around the corner.

"Good morning." I offer kind of shyly. I don't intend it that way, it's just how it comes out. Seeing him reminds me of last night. His hands on me... Him inside of me...

He gives me his full attention.

"Cora. I hope you slept well."

"I'm not sure how much of it I actually got."

"I won't make it a regular thing."

"I wouldn't complain if you did."

He stiffens slightly at my words. Perhaps not expecting my bluntness or maybe he's just not used to somebody wanting him.

"I'll be out for the rest of the day and probably the evening. If you need anything, you'll be able to reach Vandyke."

"Ok. Will I see you tonight?" I ask nervously. Hoping, and kind of needing him to say yes.

"I'll make myself known." He exits the room.

Fuck fuck fuck. I should have pried for information, asked him if he needed help with anything. Asked him anything really.

I don't know what made me completely forget. Well, I think I do. But that's ridiculous, do I actually have these insane intense feeling for this man more than twice my age? This psychotic insomniac?

I shake off my thoughts and quickly go to my room. Dialling Reddington once I'm in the bathroom with the tap running.

"Cora."

"Hi, I know it's been a while. Townsend has moved me into his own home. I've been working from here lately. There's cameras in every room."

"He's moved you in? For what possible reason..."

We're both silent while he thinks. Putting it together.

"Well as long as the job gets done I suppose. I trust you can handle this? I'm aware of what he's capable of."

"I believe I have this under control. I'm not sure how long I have to talk, but Townsend is going to be having his sister killed. I'm not sure when or how it's relevant."

He considers this for a moment.

"I suspect I know of its relevance."

"I also overheard Townsend himself say he's demanding someone back to the states. I'm not sure who, but he said it was urgent."

"If you can get any more Intel about this let me know immediately. I don't have a long list of Townsend's employees to have an assumption."

"Of course. I'll do what I can."

"We'll be in touch."

Reddington ends the call, and I take a deep breath for the slight bit of control I've gained.