Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 63 | The Truth

The men in black were getting annoyed with any questions we asked. Ryan and I both decided silently it was best to stay quiet. He leaned his head against the window and managed to fall asleep. I, on the other hand, was too on edge to sleep. Who knows what they'd try to do to us. Once he woke up, I decided to try to get in a few hours. As long as one of us was awake at all times, I was okay.

It was a damn long flight. I lost track of the time from sleeping, but we were on there for fucking ever. They eventually let me out of my cuffs temporarily to touch up my makeup. One told me I "needed to look good for the boss". For fuck's sake, where are these assholes taking us? From the plane, we were taken straight into a pitch black car. I couldn't see out the windows to even try to tell where we were.

They brought us out in an alley. Once again, I couldn't see anything to know where we were. We're halfway around the world and I have no clue where we are. This is just fantastic. They didn't take any of the others, though. Just Ryan and I, which raised some concern. We were brought into a building that could've either been a hotel or an apartment complex. I couldn't quite tell. When we were brought into the elevator, the floor they took us to required a key. It was the top floor, of course. Feds have to have the best. Guess that's one of the few things they have in common with me.

The elevator opened up into a penthouse. Grey colored marble tiles were under my feet. The carpet thrown down in the middle of the room was white fur, looking pretty damn expensive. Black furniture rested on top of it. Glass surrounded us on all sides, giving us an amazing view of the city. It seemed familiar but so many skylines look similar.

"Tokyo." Ryan muttered.

One of the agents started to pull him out of the room. The other started to frisk me, pulling off any bugs he could find. He was pretty touchy but at least he was getting rid of those fucking things. The one in my neck hurt just as bad as last time to have removed. He unlocked the handcuffs, then gestured me towards a bathroom.

"There's a change of clothes in there for you. The boss will be here soon. We're sorry for the unpleasant travel conditions, ma'am."

I shrugged back my shoulders, responding, "It's understandable. Thank you."

The second Ryan said "Tokyo" I knew why we were here. Michael doesn't waste time, now, does he? I thought this was going to take weeks. Something in him has come to be rather intrigued in our situation. He sees something of value in it. Maybe he knows things we don't, or he's trying to be helpful. Judging by the dress he left for me, he might just be trying to get me to fuck him again.

It was a tight, and I mean fucking tight, black bandage dress. I pulled on fishnets over my legs, then slipped on my underwear. Getting into that dress wasn't that easy, but it'll certainly leave him wanting more. He even left me a gorgeous necklace and matching earrings. What a sweetheart. This reminds me of something Ricky would do, honestly. They must work out of the same playbook.

I walked out of the bathroom and took a seat in the living room. All I have to do is wait now. If they felt it necessary to pull Ryan out of the room, I think I know what Michael is expecting when he gets here. Surprisingly, I tensed up when I heard the elevator coming up. I tried not to look tense though. Leaning back, I crossed my legs. His sinister smile was the first thing I noticed when the elevator doors opened. Michael excused his men to leave us alone.

"You look absolutely gorgeous." He mused, "I knew that dress would be perfect on you."

"You know, you have my Ricky in quite a panic back home." I replied coldly.

Michael went over to a tray of bottles against the wall. He turned over a glass and began to pour in whiskey. "I'm sorry, my dear. This is," He sighed, "Unfortunately the way things have to be if we're going to figure this out."