“What the heck is this?” Creole sounded shocked, confused and furious all at once. “What is this Tyler?”
“Quiet,” Tyler scolded rather than answer his question. “Something’s happening.”
The elevator dinged again and two more people, a man and a woman entered the room. The woman was carrying a bag from which she started removing different cables and what looked like a syringe.
Both of them studiously ignored Lana as if they were used to what was happening, although some measure of surprise showed on their faces when they saw the state Praise was in.
While the man began working on a gaming system in the far corner of the room, the woman turned to Lana.
“Please undress,” she said and motioned to some cables. “These sensors need to be attached to your body.”
Lana stepped away, glaring. “No way.”
The woman sighed and glanced at Sean. “Mr. Bishop?”
Sean motioned to the two security men who were still holding Praise.
They rudely dropped her on the floor and moved towards Lana who was trying to get away.
As one of them held Lana down, kicking and screaming, the other got out a jackknife. Using it, he began to cut away at Lana’s jeans and her lacy peach blouse, ripping away the ruined clothes from her body and leaving her in only her blue spotted underwear.
Throughout the process, Lana was trying to get away, yelling like a mad woman, her messed up makeup enhancing the effect of it.
The two security men dragged her over to a large chair, strapping her in and gagging her to keep her quiet.
Praise stirred with a gasp of discomfort and when she saw Lana, she tried to sit up but Koenig’s voice stilled her at once.
“If I were you,” he said coldly, “I would remain right there. Any more rebellion from you and I’ll make sure she bears the brunt of it.”
The pair of visors went around Lana’s head and after a few seconds she began to buck wildly.
The woman who had attached the sensors came to stand behind her and injected something into Lana’s body which immediately stopped her wild movement.
“Please,” Praise pleaded, her voice tired and croaky. “Please stop this.”
“I said no more rebellion Praise,” Koenig repeated in a dead, unnerving tone as he faced Praise. “Didn’t I?”
Making eye contact with her, he
raised his hand, revealing a shiny black pistol and aimed straight ahead. “What you said, counts as rebellion.”
Just as Lana began to pixelate and enter the game, Koenig fired a shot and from the way Lana bucked, it was obvious it hit her.
Koenig moved behind Praise as she tried to stand and hit her with the butt of the gun, a certain stoniness in his eyes that proved he was more dangerous than Sean could ever be.
“Take her away,” he said to the two security men, dropping the gun on the floor besides Praise’s prone form and turning away. “This is not the end. Sean, I’m sure you have some adequate measure of punishment.”
“Of course,” Sean replied coolly, not moved by the events of the past few minutes. “She will think twice about double crossing us after this.”
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Fantasy- Completed - For Mikel Ark, being offered a job by the world's biggest gaming company is a dream come true, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will launch his career as a hotshot programmer. But what Mikel hasn't been told is that his employer's...
