I think I've made it clear that I'm not a 49 year old man. I am a fifteen year old girl who should be doing her work in History class. BTW, what's coming up is some kinky shit, so hold onto your hats.
I woke up in the back of a van, and I felt a huge sense of deja vu. A sports radio was playing, and the bed was littered with empty beer cans. I rolled the gag around in my mouth. The dirty rag was soaking up all my salvia and would soon leave me dehydrated. I tried to remember what had happened. The secret service agents had handed me over to these men, saying something like "Here's the man who assaulted the president."
Light shone in my eyes, and a cacophony of yelling assaulted my ears. I blinked sleepily. A rough hand grabbed my arm and I had a mini panic attack. It was Coin. I was roughly shoved into a chair after being marched into a dark room. A metal table wobbled in front of me. A light shone in front of me, and I barked out a laugh with a wiry smile. A camera flashed in my face.
"You're pretty unlucky. I've been out of action for the past year. I don't have any information."
"Oh, we're not looking for information." A deep voice rasped out of the darkness.
"Yeah," A woman's voice responded as well. I could feel her hand on my hair and I nearly shivered.
"We're looking for some... entertainment." She giggled as the man, who I assumed was Coin, chuckled.
"I'll leave you alone with him for now, sweetheart."
"Thanks." She draped her arm on my chest, and Coin left the room.
"Hey, Ben." Her voice was soft.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You haven't figured it out by now? I run this company."
"Who are you then?"
"You haven't figured that out either?" She giggled again, and exposed her chest to me. I turned my head away.
"Oh, c'mon, that usually makes the boys look at me." She giggled again, her high voice sounding insane.
"What do you want, Elizabeth?"
"I want you. You'd make a pretty play-thing." She giggled again, practically in my lap by now. I shivered again, but it wasn't from fear or lust. "Why should that Erica Hale have all the fun?" Her clawed hand scraped my chin, and I tensed.
"I'm practically married, so take your chance."
"Practically isn't married." Her lips touched my cheek, and she slinked away.
"I'll let you think about it."
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Agent Benjamin Ripley
FanfictionThis is my first fanfic- Ben is now 6 years a spy, and somehow competent. A legend around the school and the CIA, he's content with his life, but what happens when an old foe comes out of hiding and stirs up trouble? What about the new syndicate and...
