5 - Mission Accomplished! (or not?) (2)

The door revealed a middle aged man dressed impeccably in dark gray suit. He approached the girl who remained standing frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.

With a smirk, "Aren't you one curious little kitten?" He touched her cheek, then glanced at the rows of instruments. "Hmm. They did good, choosing you to serve me tonight. What should I call you, kitten?"

When the girl saw his line of sight fell on the floggers, she instinctively pulled on his sleeves. She looked so pitiful, nervous and scared at the same time. "I-I... S-Samarah. My name's Samarah... S-sir."

"Samarah." The man ran her name through his tongue. "It suits you, little kitten."

The man chuckled and led her to the bed. "Don't worry. I'll make sure we will both enjoy the night."

He started taking off the girl's dress. It pooled around her feet with a light thud, his whole face immediately darkened with lust as his eyes greedily took in the girl's naked form.

He then walked towards the rows of hanging tools, giddily selecting the toys like a child in a toystore. For a brief second, he paused as he glanced on the spot where the camera necklace was concealed.

Walking back to the bed, he placed the tools he retrieved on top of the mattress. He helped the naked girl to wear a set of suspender belts, tied a ball gag on her mouth, then handcuffed her hands to her front.

Placing her on the bed, he admired the girl's posture as one would an artwork. "Hmm. Beautiful, indeed."

Then he too, took off his clothes, showing a firm body. When everything was all set, he chuckled eerily. "Ready to play, little kitten?"

Samarah visibly trembled with his words.

The next moment, screams of pain and grunts of pleasure sounded, clanks of chains reverberated, and small splatters of blood bloomed on the floor. For the whole night, the girl was thoroughly devoured by the man using tools of pleasure and pain.

By dawn, the man was gone, leaving behind an unconscious and exhausted Samarah who sported deep red marks of bruises all over her body.

About half an hour later, the door was opened with a silent creak. Then a figure in black came into view. It approached the girl on the bed. "Hey, wake up. It's time to go."

Surprisingly, the "unconscious girl" inmediately sat upright. "I thought you'd come a little later."

Figure in black: "Everyone's ready. You did a very amazing job here."

The two then shuffled to get dressed, the necklace forgotten in the room.

The camera necklace continued to record for a couple more days until it was picked up by someone, then the face of Devaughn McLain came into view.

"Interesting.." He muttered, a creepy smirk forming on his sleek face. Then everything went black.

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Blue Bear and Green Day were both holding their breaths, eyes wide as they finished watching the video.

At that moment, Silver Spoon jolted awake from his very loud nap. He sat upright and rubbed his face. When he saw his teammates' expressions, he shot them with a questioning look.

"Yo! Why do you guys look like you've seen a ghost?" He walked towards them and patted their shoulders, waking them up in their momentary stupor.

Green Day snapped from his dazed state then launched himself in the arms of Silver Spoon, "Baaaabe! I'm scared!"

Silver Spoon pushed him away immediately, as if the guy has an infectious disease. "Don't you dare come any closer! Urgh!"

Green Day: "..."

He ignored the two then headed to their makeshift bar. "Whatever. I'll just get another drink."

As if on cue, the door was opened by Firebird followed by Dragon. They settled on the sofa as Silver Spoon handed them a bottle of beer each.

Dragon faced his team, raising the bottle in salute, "Mission accomplished!"

Blue Bear, who was silent since Silver Spoon woke up, suddenly spoke. "The mission's far from over, Boss."

Dragon nodded his head, "Yes, I agree. This isn't over yet. But at the very least, we rescued General Cray's daughter. That's the first part of our mission, anyway."

Looking at them, he figured they must have interesting findings. "From the way you look right now, I'd say you both found clues and additional information?"

Green Day excitedly replied, "Damn right we have, and it's freaking me out, Boss! Blue Bear, show them the video, please."

Blue Bear rolled his eyes behind his thick eyeglass then gestured towards Dragon. Switching on their 55" wall tv screen, he set then the video on replay so that the rest were able to view it.

As it finished, everyone looked expectantly at Dragon, who was wearing a very dark look on his face ever since he saw the part where the man and the girl started to "play" in that room.

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NIA Laboratory

Doot. Doot. Doot.

A machine beside a hospital bed was beeping loudly. Shania remained unconscious for hours, heighting up the anxiety felt by her parents.

Old General Cray and Mrs. Cray were whispering at each other harshly within the room.

"You promised to me that your daughter will be safe! Look what has happened! And you still have the nerve to tell me everything is under control?!" Mrs. Cray was fuming red as she hissed at her husband. "Don't you dare tell me that this is even within your expectation! My daughter deserves better than this."

General Cray sighed exasperatedly. "I know, I know! I don't want to start regretting my well-laid out plans as we still need her. This is the only way I know to finish the task. Besides, 'that man' still hadn't made his moves on her yet."

"I can't believe it! Do you even hear yourself? You're sacrificing your own daughter because of your damn ambition!" Mrs. Cray started to heave as her chest was beginning to contract.

"She's not-" General Cray stopped his words when he saw his wife's condition.

He immediately held her in his arms, rubbing her back. "Wife, you have to calm down. Alright, how about I promise you, I'll do my best to keep her alive. But I won't stop my plans."

"Why are you even forcing yourself? Why do you need to do this, Eugene?" Mrs. Cray desperately asked. "Is this even worthy of our family's lives?"

Looking at her wife, the old general felt conflicted to answer. In the end, he just settled on a compromise.

"This will be my last mission. After this, I'm going to retire. Then, we'll settle down on the countryside."

Mrs. Cray looked up to him, "Really? Is what you're saying true?"

Despite the nagging feeling at the back of his head, General Cray still answered. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Unbeknownst to them, these promises may only turn out to be empty words.