"Here's your coffee, agent (y/n)!"
God, my assistant is so slow. She needs to understand she works for the FBI, not the local police department. I was heading towards a fellow marshals office, who has the files of a case for me.
"Come in. Please, shut the door behind you."
I walked in, shut the door, and flattened the back of my pants before taking a seat and crossing my legs. I placed my purse on the floor and repositioned my body.
"We have a new criminal, and like always, I need you to interrogate him. We've placed him in a room. No windows and handcuffed. Just how you like it."
He handed me the folder labeled Bieber, Justin. I carefully examined the papers. Charged for second degree murder, countless times. I've dealt with murderers before. But nothing like this. The others weren't charming, they were disgusting creatures. This one, particularly, was handsome. 5'9", hazel eyes, golden hair, in his nearly 20's, like me.
"A-agent (y/n)?"
"Y-yeah! I'll head down there right now. Don't let anyone come near."
I left the peaceful office and headed down the corridor towards the locked room. My heels clicked against the tiled floor as I reach for the door and waltz in, shutting it behind me.
"Damn, a fine ass one this time." He smirks. Shit.
"I'm gonna ask you a few questions."
I pulled out my binder and folders. I opened them and laid them in front of my on the cold steel table. I pulled out a pen from behind my ear but it fell to the floor. I pushed my chair back, bending over to grab it and came back up. I noticed he was licking his plump full lips, and then I looked down at my shirt, which was unbuttoned to the point where my cleavage was shown including my black laced bra. I fixed it back up and stared back at him.
"Why'd you kill her?"
He laughs, like I didn't know what was coming out of my mouth.
"You know who I'm talking about. Anna. Anna Romanova."
"She didn't give me what I wanted."
"What did you want?"
"Pleasure."
He snickered and I heard a dull, clicking sound and a tightening around my small wrist. I moved back quickly, but couldn't. He's handcuffed my hand to the table leg. I started screaming for another officer, hoping somebody would come in.
"It's no use, sweetheart. This room is soundproof and windowless. Just how you like it."
"How?"
"I have my ways."
"F-fuck!" I jerked my arm back and forth, hoping to exert enough force to bust the handcuff locks, but in this situation, I was just another one of his victims. Another helpless woman.
"I'm not going to hurt you, kitten. I just want to have fun. You can't keep a horny male locked away for too long, can you?"
He smirked and traced his fingers down my chest, popping off each button and pulling my silk shirt off, exposing my black laced bra.
"Don't touch m-me."
Trying to stay calm was the most terrifying thing I've ever been through. It was hard, breathing the thick air in the room was hard.
"Don't be uptight, babe."
He started to kiss down my neck, giving every nook and cranny attention. Unintentionally, I whimpered a little moan. It felt so damn good, it was hard to stay quiet.
