Blaire Lennon was one of the best and brightest agents in the CIA, the only problem was, she was a little trigger happy and slightly deranged.
After a series of incidents puts her on thin ice with the Central Intelligence Agency, they give her one...
My heels clanking against the cement floor was the only sound to pierce the silence that hovered in the air. All eyes were on me as I slowly made my way over to the two men in the chairs, who were both looking at me with scowls on their faces. The CIA revoked my interrogation privileges after I nearly beat a man to death. They said that my methods were cruel and unusual, even though they were effective as hell. I felt a strange jolt of excitement course through me at the thought of finally getting a release from the anger I felt inside of me all these years.
"It's a bit quiet in here. Can you play some music or something?" I asked as I turned around at the crowd watching me.
"No." Ryder said coldly at the same time the woman exclaimed happily, "Hell yeah."
Ryder, who was leaning against the wall with his arms cross and his foot propped on the cement, whipped his head to the side and glared at the woman with a deadly look on his face. The woman ignored him, and pulled out her phone. Within a few seconds, the song The Beat Goes On by The Whispers started playing in the room.
"Such a good song." I said as I started to bob my head to the funky beat.
"The best." She said as she smiled widely at me. I think I'll like this girl.
I walked over to the table behind them, my hips swaying to the beat as my head bobbed, before I grabbed a cigarette from the pack laying on the table. I brought it to my lips, and lit a match that was beside the pack. I inhaled deeply before exhaling and tilting my head up, filling the air with second hand smoke. My mind raced with ideas of all the fucked up and twisted things I could do to these men, when I glanced over at the wall of torture devices and spotted a container of gasoline.
I walked over while dancing to the song, bitting the cigarette between my teeth. I grabbed the container with one hand, while my other hand was snapping to the beat and my hips swayed with each step I took.
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I dropped the contained in between the two men, and I started to dance-walk over to the other man, saving James for last. I looked down at the man while I twirled the knife in my hand and inhaled the smoke from my cigarette.
"Look at that, it's the bitch from the bar." He exclaimed before he spat at me, hitting the shoulder of the jacket I was wearing and smearing it with his saliva and blood. I scowled at him, and walked up behind him. I pulled his hair back roughly, making him look up at me.
"Such a disrespectful mouth you have." I muttered quietly with the cigarette between my teeth. I grabbed his tongue quickly in my hands, and cut it out of his mouth with the knife in one quick motion.
The crowd watching me cringed at the sight, except for Ryder and the woman. Ryder's eyes furrowed slightly, barely enough to notice, while the woman smiled widely and yelled out excitement.
I tossed the tongue onto his lap, and he looked down at it as his body started to shake in fear. James, who was watching beside him, looked up at me with wide eyes. A sight that brought me more pleasure than I thought it would. I started to walk in front of the man again, still dancing and taking the cigarette between my fingers.
"Got any gloves in here?" I asked, looking at the amused woman standing next to Ryder.
"Of course." She said as she smiled and quickly walked over to the tools hanging on the wall. She grabbed a pair of black gloves from a box hanging in the corner, before she quickly walked over to me and handed them to me with a large smile.
"Thanks." I said as I smiled at the friendly woman. She turned around and returned to her position next to Ryder, who now had an unreadable expression on his face.
I bit the cigarette between my teeth, dropped the knife to the floor, and put the gloves on quickly. I bent down, and started to unbutton the pants of the man in front of me, pulling them down to his knees as he squirmed and yelled in protest. The crowd was looking at me with confused expression on their faces as they looked at the half naked man in front of me.
I grabbed the knife, and twirled it in my hands as I smiled. With my head still bobbing to the beat, I grabbed his dick in my hand, and inhaled the smoke from my cigarette as I castrated him, chopping his manhood right off and making his muffled screams fill the air.
"YESSS!" The woman called out as she laughed, bending over while she clutched her stomach.
I heard gagging come from behind me, and I turned around to see the four men holding their mouths until two of them started to vomit on the floor, making me chuckle lightly. Ryder's eyes were slightly wide for a moment, before he returned back to his stoic and emotionless self.
I stood up and exhaled the smoke from my mouth, and started to dance as I made my way over to a fear filled James, the other mans chopped off dick still in my gloved hand. I did a spin before I continued to dance over to him. I was now standing in front of him, looking down at the piece of shit with a smile on my face. I bent down a bit so we were eye to eye, and inhaled the smoke from my cigarette once more.
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"So you like taking advantage of woman, huh?" I said as I tilted my head to the right.
"Fuc-" He started to yell, but I cut him off by shoving the manhood in my hands deep into his mouth, making him squirm and scream. I heard a few men vomit behind me once more, making me laugh at the so called "ruthless" Mafia members. I stood back up, closed my eyes as I danced over to the can of gasoline that was in between the men. I lifted it up, and made my way over to the other man, who was now unconscious from losing too much blood. I swayed my shoulder to the funky beat of the song as I poured gasoline on his head, and danced my way over to James, who was still gurgling and choking on a dick. I poured gasoline on him as well, before tossing the can in between them. I did a spin to the beat, before I started to dance over to Ryder and the woman. When I was a safe distance away, I took a final drag of my cigarette, and tossed it over my head, igniting the gasoline, and setting both of the men on fire.
I knew it was wrong, and fucking disturbing... but I felt... different. Giving these men the deaths they deserved by my own hand made me feel... alive. I took their life, and I didn't have to file dozens of reports, or report to Dr. Jone's office for a psychiatric evaluation. I didn't have to face Hobbs, and hear him scold me for killing anyone. It felt...strangely liberating.
The woman started to clap as I walked over to them, while Ryder raised an eyebrow as he stared at me, his calm and cool demeanor never faltering. The guards were wiping their mouths, and puke covered the corner of the room as they looked at me with horror filled eyes.
"Impressive." The woman said as she smiled widely at me, making me shrug casually as the song came to an end. Her positive and upbeat personality was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Take her to the guest room on the third floor. She starts training tomorrow." Ryder said as he glared at me. He pushed himself off the wall with his foot and walked out of the room without another word, slamming the door behind him, and making me smile slightly.
