The Bet Is Final|| A Le Chiffre x Original Character

The Basement

When I woke up, I found myself in a dark, dimly lit basement. It's slightly damp due to water dripping from pipes on the ceiling, the concrete walls and floor keep the room cold, and the heavy chains not only hurt my ankles, but pin me to the floor, and the rope around me wrists sting as i attempt to move them to loosen the tension. I also realise you are naked, well almost, im still in that black lingerie, but the room is freezing, i can't help but shiver. Suddenly, the Thick Metal Door to the basement opens, and a pair of footsteps approach. I see the silhouette of a man holding a chair. He places the chair in front of me and takes a seat. When he speaks, i recognise him as Le Chiffre, and you also notice a knife in his hands.

"I am only going to ask you this one, my dear, Who is your father really? Who are you really? And don't lie to me dear, because if you do, things will not be pleasant for you until you tell me the truth, so you might as well just tell me, hmm?" Le Chiffre explains his tone Sharp and Cold, he plays with the blade as he waits for an awnser.

"My father? His name, his real name is James Bond. That makes me Lotus Bond. He works for MI6." You say trying to stay calm, i notice fans in the room and realise he must have turned the cold up higher as a torture method while he interrogates you. Sick Bastard.

"James Bond? And He Works For MI6?" He asks questioningly.

"Yes sir," I say, still shivering in the freezing cold room.

He pulls out his phone and texts someone, suddenly the cold turns off. He takes off his jacket and lays it over you.

"Now, what is MI6 exactly?"

I look stunned, not only at the fact he placed his jacket over me but the fact he hadn't heard of MI6.

"MI6 Or Military Intellegence section 6 is a secret foreign intelligence service of the United Kingdom, tasked mainly with the covert overseas collection and analysis of human intelligence on foreign nationals, usually targeting terrorism groups." I say, remembering what my father told me countless times.

"And why was your father, an MI6 Agent, and you, his daughter, at my casino last night. I doubt it was merely to play poker because if he was, why lie about his and your own last name?"

"He was sent undercover in an attempt to stop you earning any money at the Texas Holdem Tournament you hosted last night, I don't know much but my father and MI6 are under the impression you endorse Terrorism Organisations as well as being a private banker. That's why he was sent in, Beech is the cover identity he always uses for ops. I honestly don't know why he brought me, sir, I'm not an agent. He wanted to keep me away from that life, I don't even have a job. My mother died when i was 6, so I've lived in a small safehouse with bodyguards around me 24/7 all my life. The only times I've been out is if he needs me for a mission. If anything, he brought me so my body would distract you, and you might lose, sir. " I look up at him
and notice another tear of blood weap from his eye. He wipes it away and looks down at me. I see what could almost be pity in his eyes.

"I see. You have been very helpful, my dear, and due to your cooperation, I no longer need to hold you imprisoned like this." Then, in a swift motion, he cuts the rope binding my wrists and unlocks the metal clasps around my ankles. "Come, let's get you warmed up, bathed, and fed, hmm?"

I hesitate for a moment

"Sir? What are you going to do with me?"

He looks at me, no longer with anger in his eyes but something else.

"You, my dear, are to be my Maden."

"Your maden? As in?"

"Yes, you are to be my woman, my girlfriend, and eventually my wife." He begins leading me upstairs.

He leads me into large bedroom, it's gorgeous, a large four post bed with velvet black sheets and pillowcases, a black comforter and black flufy weighted blanket, a gorgeous walk in wardrobe, one side is filled with expensive dresses, skirts, shirts, heels and accessories, the other, expensive suits, pants, dress shirts, jackets, dress shoes and accessories. There is a makeup table stocked with high-end makeup supplies, too. The room also has a balcony, which has an incredible view of the beach. The ensuit is large, with a large two person bathtub, a large shower, a gorgeous vanity, one side stocked with feminine creams, shower supplies, feminine menstrual products, hairbrushes, hair combs, claw clips, hair ties, ect, the other side is filled with masculine products, shaving cream, male soaps and hair products, straight razor, ect. There are two gorgeous black silk bathrobes hanging on hooks, one has a J embedded, and the other has an L.

"J and L?" You ask, turning to Le Chiffre.

"Yes. One for you and one for me, My real name is Jean Duran, and Le Chiffre is my business name. All those dresses and such are for you, my dear, same with the makeup, the feminine products, the robe, and ecetera. I want only the best for my soon to be wife. And that is you, Lotus. You are my Flower, and I will not let you wilt. Now please, have a bath, or a shower, whichever you prefer, get yourself cleaned up and feeling fresh, then pick out a dress you like and your new bodyguard, Jordan, Who Is outside, will escort you to the dining hall, where I will be waiting." He gives me a soft peck on the cheek before walking out and closing the bedroom door, leaving me stunned.