Flip the Colleague [Flip Zimmerman]

Ch 20: Do Your Worst

Mandy's head hung low as she sat in a metal chair, handcuffed and bound. She wasn't fully awake yet, but consciousness was slowly returning as she bobbed her head and blinked. When she realized she was immobile, she tugged at the restraints, testing them, trying to break free.

Sara sat directly across from her, one leg casually crossed over the other, sinfully puffing on a cigarette as she waited for Mandy to fully wake.

"What the... what the hell is this?" Mandy gasped, continuing to struggle against the chair. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the small space with sheets covering the walls. She had no idea where she was or what was happening.

Sara grinned, tilting her head. "What's wrong, sweetie? Don't like being drugged?"

Mandy blinked a few more times before recognizing her.

"You..." she muttered under her breath. "What the fuck are you doing? Where am I?" Panic edged her voice.

Sara blew a few smoke rings, leaning forward slowly. "No. You don't get to ask the questions." She stood and began pacing around Mandy deliberately, each step measured.

Mandy's breath quickened, her mind racing as she tried to anticipate what Sara was plotting.

Sara stopped behind Mandy, out of her line of sight.

"Nervous?" Sara asked, her voice teasing.

Mandy tugged at the restraints again. "Fuck you."

Sara chuckled. "A whore like you would be, but it's a hard pass for me." She leaned over Mandy's shoulder, carefully moving her hair aside to whisper in her ear. "This might hurt."

In an instant, Sara jabbed the syringe filled with the truth serum into Mandy's neck. Mandy screamed from the pain, her body jerking against the restraints, while Sara grinned in satisfaction.

Flip was about a hundred yards away when he heard Mandy's cry in the distance. He smirked to himself as he sat across from Nick in a separate room, waiting for him to wake up in a similar fashion.

So far, everything was going according to plan. Rick had slipped the sedative to Nick and Mandy without issue, and Flip had carried them out the back door of the bar, loading them into his truck. Only a few other patrons were in the bar that night, and Rick smoothed over the scene with a casual, "Some people just can't handle their liquor."

Nick groaned as his eyes fluttered open, vision slowly clearing. His gaze locked on Flip first as he tugged at his restraints. A devilish grin spread across his face once he realized the situation.

"You must have a death wish," Nick said, amusement flickering in his eyes. "There's no way you're getting away with... whatever this is." He shifted in his seat, still grinning, but there was a hint of unease beneath the bravado.