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The Agenda Today

A Lloyd Hansen Mini Series

PART FOUR

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART THREE | MASTERLIST | PART FIVE

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The sounds of birds & ocean waves woke you from a deep sleep. The soft bedding you lied on made it difficult to fully wake up. You wanted nothing more than to continue sleeping. But the croak of a floorboard made you alert, reminding you where you were.

Shooting forward, you sat up in bed, glancing bleary eyed around your hut. There was no one in the room, though the double doors were slightly ajar. You sighed, rubbing your hands down in your face in exhaustion. You couldn’t even remember falling asleep.

Another croak of a floorboard forced you to lean forward in bed, trying to see through the gap of the open doors. There was movement, slow movement.

Warily, you slid out from under the comfort of the bedding, approaching the doors slowly. The closer you got you could begin to make out someone talking. You stayed out of sight behind one of the doors, peering through the small space between the door & hinge.

It was your guard—for lack of a better word. He was talking into an earpiece. He stood in the foyer of your hut, his eyes returning to the doors every so often. Though you could see his mouth moving, he was still speaking too low for you to make anything out. You strained to hear more, pressing yourself against the wall by the door in the hopes of hearing anything that may help you find Gracie.

But just as you thought you were getting somewhere, the creaking of the floorboards stalled. The other side of the door went silent. Carefully, you returned to the hinge, watching as the man approached your doors quietly, seemingly done with whoever he was having a conversation with via the earpiece. No gun was in his hands but you saw his fingers ghost over a holster on his hip.

Was Lloyd having you killed?

Inhaling sharply, you pressed yourself to the wall just behind the door, waiting for the man to come through. Slowly he did. You knew from his perspective that he couldn’t see the bed just yet, meaning he wouldn’t know you weren’t in it until he was further in. You had to act before it came to that.

Sliding down the wall to your butt, you raised your leg, readying it. Just as his shadow cast further into the room, you kicked the door with all your might. The door swung, knocking into the man. He grunted, cursing out loud.

“Little bitch!” He hissed. As he was coming around the door, you crawled forward. Just as he appeared, knowing he wouldn’t expect you to be on the floor, you raised your fist, punching him as squarely in his privates as possible. The man wheezed, cupping himself as he dropped to one knee. You used this opportunity to thrust yourself forward, using all your body weight to knock him backwards.

A white pain flashed across your consciousness as he headbutted you. Fighting off the dizziness, you blindly reached for his face, your thumbs finding his eye sockets. He screeched at the pressure you applied, using his knee to hit you in the ribs. A breath of air left you, knocking you to the side. Before you could get air flow back to your lungs, the man rolled on top of you, his large hands easily wrapping themselves around your neck.

You winced, your fists hitting his arms, shoulders, sides, & face, but you had no more fight left & you were losing energy fast. He glared down at you, a vein popping in his forehead. Spit dribbled from between his lips as he squeezed tightly. Stars began to dot your vision. You could feel your limbs growing heavy.

“I told him you were going to be a fucking problem.” His voice sounded far away.

Your lungs were burning, desperate for air. With what the little fight you had left, you brought your hand to his face, raking your nails downwards. He hissed but shook you off, unfazed by your final attack.

“He’ll thank me for this later.” He grunted, his eyes filled with rage being the last thing you were going to see.

Just as your vision was darkening on the edges, a shot rang out. The hands around your neck loosened & oxygen flooded your lungs. You coughed harshly, gasping. A heavy weight fell on top of you & something wet sprayed across your face.

A figure appeared above you. The mustache was the first thing you saw.

Lloyd frowned, bending at the knees to look at your predicament, “Great. Now I’m down two men.”

His eyes then moved to you, staring at you like you were a nuisance, which you knew you likely were. But that didn’t bother you.

“Nanny, nanny, nanny.” He repeated in a disappointed tone, “He was one of my best. And now he’s dead. Because of you.”

You grunted, attempting to push the body off you but strength had yet to fully return to your body, “He’s dead because of you. I was only fighting back.”

“And why the hell were you fighting back?”

“You were gonna have him kill me. I heard him.”

Lloyd smiled in amusement, “No, sweetheart, his only job was to keep an eye on you. None of these men take a life without my say.”

“But he—”

“But nothing.” Lloyd stood, using one polished shoe to shove the body off, “You reacted poorly & this is the consequence of your shit problem solving.”

Lloyd bent, grabbing your arm harshly before yanking you to your feet. He pushed you ahead of him toward the doors, clearly uncaring about your physical well-being.

“He was to bring you to me.” Lloyd announced behind you as you walked forward, “How does it feel to have his blood on your hands?”

Irritated, you bit back, “If he works for you then I really don’t give a shit.”

A yelp escaped you when a hand fisted your hair, halting you in your movement.

“I know you’re not stupid, nanny.” Lloyd sneered, rounding so he could look you in the eyes, “I told you a dangerous woman is a dead woman. Keep on going the way you’re going & you won’t live long enough to see the brat.”

You pressed your lips together in frustration, wanting nothing more than to threaten him. But you knew you had nothing to threaten with. It would only make your situation worse.

“You gonna be good then?” Lloyd cocked his head, his eyes falling to your mouth. You cringed at what thoughts may be passing through his mind. You shifted your feet uncomfortably, “I’ll be good.”

He raised his eyes, a smirk appearing below his stache, “That’s what I like to hear.”

You continued walking forward, not knowing where you were going unless Lloyd would direct by a push in another direction or a not so gentle pull on your arm. You walked for a few minutes, noting that the two of you were leaving the property with all the huts, walking into the trees.

“Where are we anyway?” You asked over your shoulder, “You mentioned a warmer climate, so I’m guessing we’re not in Albania anymore.”

“No we are not, nanny. We’re somewhere off the grid, that’s all you need to know.” He said.

You rolled your eyes, grateful that he couldn’t see the gesture from behind you, “Obviously. But we got to be somewhere at least. Nothing I can do with that information.”

Lloyd grunted an acknowledgement, “Oh, I suppose you’re right. Especially now that I can’t trust you with any of my men, you will have very little time away from me.”

The fact that Lloyd would now be with you at all times, for as much as he could help it, made your stomach twist.

“India.”

You nodded silently to yourself, taking in more of your surroundings. You had never been to India before, but it seemed very similar to Albania, “Why?”

Lloyd scoffed, “’Cuz I like curry, sweet cheeks. Now quit with the questions. We’re almost there.”

You nearly asked where ‘there’ was before reminding yourself that he just literally just told you to quit asking questions. And now that you accidentally got one of his men killed & were on Lloyd’s shit radar, you couldn’t risk anymore upset.

Sure enough, a moment later, the two of you came upon a clearing in the trees. In the center of the clearing was an earth mound, only slightly taller than the volatile man behind you. A metal door was buried into the mound. You stopped abruptly. Why was there a bomb shelter in the middle of the Indian forest?

Lloyd stepped up behind you, his chest grazing your back, “Don’t act scared on me now. You & I both know that if I was going to kill you I would’ve done it already.”

You swallowed, ignoring his comment, “What’s inside?”

Lloyd placed a hand on your hip, guiding you forward, “You’re about to find out.”

After climbing down a ladder inside the bunker door & walking a quarter of a mile underground, Lloyd led you to a room filled with monitors. There were a handful of people in the room, none of which paid you any mind as they focused on whatever task Lloyd assigned them to. You stood still, taking in the room.

On a few of the monitors it showed different angles of the same room. People seen on the monitors were all dressed in white hazmat suits as they worked together on a larger object in the room. You couldn’t make out what it was but a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach gave you an idea.

“Nanny.” Lloyd whistled your attention. You reluctantly pulled your attention from the monitors to where he stood on the side of the room, a door open just behind him, “In here.”

Glancing once more at the screens, you begrudgingly followed his orders. You passed by Lloyd, sure to not touch him as you did. Inside the open door was a single chair with a tripod & camera on it. Behind the tripod was a small desk with a laptop open.

You frowned, not liking where this was going already.

“Take a seat.” Lloyd gestured to the chair, clicking the door shut & locking it. There were no windows to the room outside. No one to see in. A cold sweat broke out under your pits.

“Lloyd.” Even you could barely make out the sound of your own voice.

Having grown rather impatient with your defiance, Lloyd dragged you to the chair, forcing you to sit in it himself. You didn’t have a chance to respond or protest when he secured leather shackles to your wrists, securing you to the seat.

“Lloyd!” You rushed out, panic coursing through you, “What are you doing?”

But he continued to ignore you, shackling your ankles to the legs of the chair. You squirmed in your seat, finding it quickly pointless to even attempt getting out of the bonds.

Lloyd crossed to the desk with the laptop, clacking a few keys. His broad back blocked out whatever it was he was doing. You felt hot tears escape your eyes as your present predicament settled in.

You were entirely helpless. More so, you were at Lloyd’s complete mercy.

Lloyd stood straight, having finished whatever it was he was doing before turning to you. He mocked a sad face, “Oh, don’t be nervous, nanny. This won’t be too bad. I just need your help, is all.”

He approached, his fingers grazing your skin along your arm up to your shoulder as he walked behind you. Sickening tingles followed in his wake. Then his hands came down on your shoulders, as if he was using your body as a crutch for his weight. You winced quietly.

Peering ahead, you waited until the laptop screen flashed & a video popped up. On the screen it showed a person with sack over their head.

Lloyd’s authoritative voice boomed above you, “Gentleman, welcome. Please get comfortable. We got a lot to talk about.”

“Lloyd. This her?” A voice sounded from the laptop, a body appearing behind the masked man, much like how Lloyd stood behind you.

Your body shook at what lied in wait.

“Indeed it is.” Lloyd tightened his grip, as if he was a father congratulating his kind on graduating, “We’re ready when you are.”

Your mouth went dry.

The sack over the man’s head was ripped off, revealing a face you hadn’t seen in some months.

“Raj!” You leaned forward, desperate to see him. But he didn’t look like him. Raj’s head hung low, bloody spit spilling from his mouth.

The person behind Raj yanked on his head so his face could be seen by the camera on their end, “Mr. West. It’s your girlfriend.” The voice informed him in a teasing sing-song tone.

Raj’s brows furrowed as he slowly came to.

“Mr. West.” Lloyd began, his fingers digging into your collarbone as he did, “I understand you’re being problematic. I thought there was an agreement that if you didn’t do what we have demanded of you that there would be fatal consequences. You seem to have forgotten that.”

Raj finally raised his eyes, though one was mostly swollen shut from a hefty beating, “I cannot lend a hand to mass destruction. The fallout would be… unimaginable.”

“Mm, yes.” Lloyd sounded unimpressed with Raj’s response. He rounded to your side. You peered up at him, scared of what he was planning to do. “But if you don’t ‘lend a hand’ as you put it, then someone will have to lose theirs.”

Lloyd grinned a charming smile down at you, “And your girlfriend has a lovely set to choose from.”

“Don’t!” Raj grunted in pain, “Please, don’t hurt her.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. West, but that isn’t what we agreed to.” Lloyd shook his head, feigning displeasure, “I agreed I wouldn’t hurt the kid. You didn’t say anything about the nanny.”

“_____!” Raj called your name, forcing you to struggle against your restraints, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t.” You tried to reassure him but couldn’t sound convincing, “Gracie is all that matters.”

Lloyd rolled his eyes at your shared sentiments, “I’m getting bored over here. Raj!” Lloyd stole his attention, “I’m going to ask you one more time, as I don’t like repeating myself. Are there going to continue to be problems or must I give you a reason?”

With that, Lloyd gripped your right hand, his fingers forcing your four fingers backwards until they began to hurt. You winced, biting your lip. He was going to break them all at once.

Raj growled in frustration, glaring hotly at Lloyd through the camera, “I’ll do the work.”

Lloyd bent your fingers more, threateningly, “With no more issues.”

Raj stiffy nodded, “No more issues.”

Your captor sighed, pleased with his response. Dropping your fingers back in a comfortable position, Lloyd before you with his back facing the camera. You gingerly raised your head, knowing this man to be unpredictable.

“I’m happy to hear that Raj.” Lloyd cupped your chin, his fingers gently rubbing your chin. The action made you shudder. “And I believe you. But…”

Lloyd clicked his tongue, “Punishment must still be had.”

You gasped at the sudden backhand Lloyd lashed across your cheek. You didn’t have a chance to cry out before a second one followed.

“No! No! Leave her alo—” Raj’s audio cut abruptly as Lloyd reached behind your head, yanking your head back for easier access.

The taste of copper filled your mouth as Lloyd brought a brutal fist down. You fought against the shackles but found no escape as he continued to violently assault you. Your vision swam, your ears rang, your face ached in protest with every punch & slap Lloyd brought down on you. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before he stopped. Your head hung low & you could barely make out the dress you were wearing was now spotted with your blood.

A wheeze passed through your split open lips. You couldn’t even describe what you were feeling as pain. Just a very dull numbness with a throbbing sensation. If anything, you thought you might vomit all over yourself.

Shoes clacked against the concrete. Lloyd circled you.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but a points gotta be made & your boyfriend needed a reason to stay focused.” Lloyd gently raised your head so he look at you, but your eyes fluttered close with the movement, “I sure did a number on ya, didn’t I?”

He sounded pleased with himself. You wished you could spit your blood on him.

“Guess dessert will still have to wait.” He muttered to himself as he let go of you. Your head dropped a second time, “At least until you’re better healed.”

You stared at yourself in the mirror, your fingers gently applying ointment to a healing abrasion on your cheek. The action stung but you bit your lip.

It had been three days since Lloyd attacked you in the bomb shelter. You didn’t see him the first day after, having been left in a makeshift infirmary room in the shelter. But the second morning he came for you & brought you back to your hut. Along with a change of clothes. This time you dressed yourself. It was the only time you were thankful that his violence didn’t extend beyond your face. You needed to be able-bodied should he try to attack you again. But you held on to a thread of hope that there wouldn’t be second time.

Once you were finished applying the ointment, you dropped the towel you were wearing & pulled out some clothes from the dresser. Lloyd had been ‘kind’ enough to bring a few options. Of course, all of the items were fitting for the tropical weather. Meaning all were dresses.

Begrudgingly, you slipped into a light green maxi dress, wishing Lloyd could’ve at least provided shorts or loose pants. But you were smart enough to resolve that he only offered clothes that he wanted to see you in.

Once you were finished getting dressed, you tied on some sandals that he brought you as well before swinging the doors open. Unfortunately, the object of your abhorrence was waiting on the other side.

“Morning, nanny.” He smiled his pearly whites at you. Then he lowered the shades he wore to peruse your outfit selection, “My my, even a fat lip & black eye can’t prevent your beauty from glowing.”

“What do you want?”

“Is that any way to greet the man who decides whether you live or die?”

“Ya know, this whole ‘will I, won’t I’ game you’re playing is getting really old. You haven’t let me see Gracie, you keep me holed up in this godforsaken hut. What use am I if you’re not gonna do what I know you wanna do then toss me to the fish?”

Lloyd chuckled lightly, shaking his head, almost impressed, “I should hurt you more often.” He stepped before you, quickly grasping your elbow before you could back away. His other hand came to your face, his thumb stroking your lower lip, “I like what it brings out in you.”

“Then get it over with.” You didn’t believe your own words, still wanting to do anything to see Gracie, make sure she was safe, that she would continue to be safe. But the waiting game of whether or not Lloyd would pounce on you & hurt you in more ways than one was starting to affect you.

“Is this your kink coming through?” He asked lowly, lowering his head to he could brush his nose against where your ear was. He inhaled deeply.

You ignored him. When he was done smelling you, he pulled away, his eyes falling to you once more, “I felt a bit bad for how badly I fucked you up so I thought I’d make up for it.”

You crossed your arms, finding any apology from him a laughing matter.

“Don’t you want to see what it is?”

“Why don’t you tell me? Because every time I’ve followed you so far I’ve gotten hurt.”

Lloyd puckered in lower lip in a fake pout, “Oh, alright.”

He placed both hands on your arms, rubbing your skin, as if he was trying to soothe & comfort you. The action did the exact opposite.

“I promised you that if you were good I’d give you what you want.” Your lips parted. Gracie?

“And I’m a man of my word, am I not?”

You found yourself grabbing him back, desperate for him to confirm what you thought he was saying. Before you could ask him though, Lloyd brushed a hand over your hair, “Well, nanny? Do you wanna see the brat or not?”

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Check out our review of “The Gray Man” from Netflix. When the CIA's most skilled operative-whose true identity is known to none-accidentally uncovers dark agency secrets, a psychopathic former colleague puts a bounty on his head, setting off a global manhunt by international assassins. #movie #film #cinema #netflix #thegrayman #ryangosling #chrisevans #anadearmas #action #spy #thriller #moviereview #filmsnobreviews https://www.instagram.com/p/ClnVgjxOZox/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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The Gray Man (2022) Directed by Anthony and Joe Russo "Hello my sexy Tamil friend." Apparently one of Netflix's most expensive productions, this was a highly anticipated movie from "Avengers: Infinity War" and "Avengers: Endgame" directors The Russo Brothers, and its script is also by those movies' writers. It has a nice cast too and I'm always one who likes action thrillers like this, so, despite the mixed reviews it's been getting, I was excited to watch it. I watched the movie last night and it was pretty decent, I did like it. I can see the reason for the mixed reviews — I found it strangely not as involving as it could have been, despite the stars and the filmmaking talent. Perhaps that's due to the script and dialogue (some of which sounded just off). Also, we have seen all of this before — shady government types send an assassin after one of their own, all of who are after a MacGuffin, so maybe that familiarity also worked against it. Usually in a movie of this type I'd appreciate the visuals but in this case I felt the murky cinematography actually did the movie a bit of a disservice (Stephen Windon is the DP for some of the "Fast and Furious" movies which are brightly lit, so the dark visuals here were by intent). Also there was this fake bokeh and shake which distracted from the action choreography. Dhanush thankfully appeared in more than one scene (he was only there in one shot in the trailer so I was worried that he would be in just one scene) but didn't have a major role. Having said all this I still liked the movie for its action which was entertaining, it had a relatively straightforward story which made it very easy to watch, and the way Ryan Gosling, Chris Evans and Ana De Armas owned their roles made it worthwhile for me. Now where is our crossover of this with "Extraction"? I drew Ryan as Sierra Six and Chris as the villainous Lloyd from the movie, it was done with 0.5 mm 4B pencil. You can swipe to see a scan (in which I tweaked the composition) and a few other related images. #karthikabhiram #dailymoviesketch #thegrayman #netflix #chrisevans #ryangosling #dhanush #pencil #pencildrawing #pencilart #678 / 23-Jul-22 (at Karthik Abhiram) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgXCRstLtTI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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The Agenda Today

A Lloyd Hansen Mini Series

PART SIX

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART FIVE | MASTERLIST | PART SEVEN

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            The walk back to your hut was dreadful. Your confidence at getting it over with—‘it’ being Lloyd having his way with you—was beginning to wane. Lloyd sauntered beside you, a proud smirk plastered on his smug face. You maintained a poker face. Of course, under any other circumstance the idea of barely consenting to any sexual encounter made your skin crawl—it wouldn’t ever happen. But if giving Lloyd what he wanted meant keeping Gracie safe, you would do anything.

It took everything in you to not halt abruptly in your walk as soon as your hut came into view. You knew deep down that even Lloyd knew you were faking it, but you didn’t want to crack. You had had mindless sex with men before—though you were much younger & into partying more. Unfortunately, there was no vodka or joints being passed around. This you would have to do entirely sober.

Lloyd walked close behind you as you climbed the small set of stairs to the hut. The doors to your room were already open. Holding your head as high as you could, you breached the threshold, knowing that when you left the hut again you wouldn’t be the same person.

You reached the end of your bed before turning around, watching warily as Lloyd slowly closed the doors behind him. There was an appraising look on his face as he looked you up & down. But it wasn’t of a sexual nature. It was like he was shopping at a dealership, trying to understand what the dealer was saying & what they were selling. He didn’t want to be scammed.

Clearing your throat, you shook your hair behind your shoulders, straightening your spine, “Well?”

With that, Lloyd lowered his head to an angle where his eyes looked most predatory. He remained leaning against the double doors, showing no sign of moving towards you. A cold sweat broke out underneath your pits. The way he watched you, observed you, made you more anxious then you already were.

Before your anxiety & doubts could expose you, you grit your teeth behind tightly pressed lips, crossing the small distance to him. Not looking to see what he thought of you making the first move, your hands instantly went to the leather belt that looped through his pants. Your hands were shaking as you unbuckled the accessory. Lloyd wouldn’t get the best of you, you couldn’t allow it. If you had to call the shots in this instance to get it over with then you would.

You had just dropped his belt to the floor & began to unbutton his pants when a large hand slipped under your chin, gripping your neck harshly. A small, choked gasp escaped you at the sudden assault. Lloyd held you by your neck at a distance, forcing your eyes to meet his own. He was studying you, & you could tell that what he was reading he didn’t particularly like.

“What’s the rush, nanny?” Lloyd questioned, “I thought you liked it slow.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, the air to your lungs slowly waning.

“I’m just giving you what you want.” You strained.

Lloyd cocked his head, “I want to enjoy this. And if I let you keep going the way that you’re going we’d be here for only five minutes.”

“Why? That all you good for?” The subtle insult wasn’t intended. But with your air supply getting cut it was hard to hold back the hate you held for him.

“Ooh hoo hoo.” Lloyd chuckled but an amusing smile never crossed his lips.

You nearly reluctantly apologized when Lloyd switched from your throat to your shoulder, adding enough pressure to force you to your knees. You hadn’t been planning on this.

“I think we oughta put that mouth to better use.”

Lloyd finished what you had started unbuttoning his pants. He held your shoulder tightly, to ensure you wouldn’t fight back or try to escape. Fortunately for him, you had no plans to do either. You needed to be compliant.

Pushing his pants down past his thighs, he exposed a pair of snugly fit white boxer briefs. He was already growing in size & what you could make out made your mouth dry. This was really happening…

You couldn’t look away as he pulled himself out. It was big, & angry. Lloyd yanked you closer, making you almost headbutt his hardened cock. You caught yourself on his muscular thigh.

“Open up, nanny. Show me where you get so confident.”

No feeble protest could pass your lips before Lloyd was forcing himself into your mouth. The corners of your mouth strained at the size of him. Your tongue nearly forced to the back of your throat as he made room for himself inside your mouth. Your vision blurred as he pushed himself further, hitting the back of your throat. You had never done it like this.

A low groan came from deep within Lloyd’s chest as he began thrusting his hips forward, jolting you back. You continued to grip his thighs, a small whine lodged somewhere around his thickness as he fucked your face. You forced yourself to breathe through your nostrils, needing to feel like you weren’t about to gag to the point of vomiting all over his cream colored pants. Above you, you could make out that Lloyd was grinning down at you, blatantly enjoying the sight of you choking on him. His assault on your mouth produced enough saliva to begin seeping out from the sides of your lips.

“C’mon, nanny. I know you got more than that to offer.”

His words made you cringe. Yet against your better judgement, you finally closed your lips around him, forcing your tongue to run along the underside of his dick. The action produced an inhuman growl from the sociopathic man above you. When you looked up a second time, the grin had fallen from his face; a look of pure, unadulterated hunger possessed him.

In a flurry of movement, air returned to your lungs, rushing in, & you were being tossed in the air. You landed with a small ‘oomph’ atop your bed. You barely had a chance to lean onto your elbows when Lloyd was on top of you. It was with a horrifying realization that he was already naked. In the amount of time it took you to fly across the room to the bed & recover from the landing, Lloyd had already removed his pants, underwear, & top. All you had on your body was the maxi dress. You knew it wouldn’t stay on for long.

Lloyd firmly gripped your wrists, bringing them above your head, locking them together with one hand. His other hand begins to trace the length of your body, taking time to pause in special areas. You say nothing & do nothing as his hand wanders with intent. He looks up at you as his hand finds the hem of your dress, bringing it up to your knees. You look away, finding a point in the room to stare at. You were being as compliant as possible, it didn’t mean you had to watch him do it too.

The raising of your dress stopped suddenly. The man above you pushed off, standing ahead of you. You felt yourself frown. What was he up to? But when nothing happened after a few seconds, you braved turning your head in his direction. Lloyd stood tall & proud, his sculpted arms crossed against his thick chest as he stared at you. But he didn’t look happy, or even—for lack of a better word—horny. Your eyes regretfully dropped further. He wasn’t as full as he was when he first pulled himself out.

Lloyd narrowed his eyes, forcing you to sit up.

“What?” You questioned. You were beginning to get annoyed yourself. Why wasn’t he taking what he wanted? The sooner he did the sooner it would be over with & you could put it behind you. But he was stopping… it made you nervous.

“The fuck you doing?” He seethed. His reaction left you at a loss.

Unable to find the words, you glanced down at your dress. What were you doing wrong? Trying to appease him, you began to reach for the straps of your dress to pull the top down. Your fingers had barely touched the fabric when a hot pain flashed across your cheek.

Lloyd had slapped you.

A yelp escaped you as you held your cheek. The abrasion that was still healing had split open. Blood on your fingertips.

You stared up at him in glowering hate.

“What the hell?!”

“You said you liked it rough, nanny. I’m only providing.” Lloyd returned, matching your facial expression.

“I’m giving you what you want!” You raised your voice, your whole body shaking.

Lloyd leaned forward until both arms were on either side of you on the bed, his nose practically brushing against your own, “I want your fire.”

You were fed up with this man & his childish games. Pushing yourself back, you kicked up your legs, not giving him an opportunity to stop you as you used both feet to kick him in the lower abdomen. Lloyd grunted, bending further at the waste. You scattered backwards, trying to get out of his reach. But Lloyd grinned devilishly, “That’s more like it.”

His hand caught your ankle, dragging you back towards him. You threw a closed fist, hitting him on the side of the head.

This was not how you & Raj fulfilled each other’s needs. There was no violence. But Lloyd appeared to want something more than just rough. You feared for your own well-being as Lloyd’s head snapped to the side with your punch. You went to throw another when he blocked it with his forearm, his other hand backhanding you. The slap forced you to lie backwards, stars dotting your vision. It was reminding you too much of his assault in the bunker.

In a flash, Lloyd climbed on top of you, straddling you. His hands found the top of your dress, tearing it in two like it was made of paper. A harsh gasp left your mouth. Your reached up, your hands finding his thick neck, your nails digging into his skin. Lloyd’s eyes fluttered at the action, seemingly enjoying the pain you were giving back. You tightening your hands around his throat but it didn’t deter him. He ripped the dress out from your mostly nude body, following the useless fabric with a yank & snap of your underwear.

You were completely naked.

Lloyd knocked your hands away from his throat, one of his own grasping you by the neck. Immediately you began to thrash underneath him. He reveled in it. Using his knees, he parted your legs, squeezing himself between your unwilling thighs. If you could’ve breathed, you would’ve cried out at the feeling of his head pressing against the entrance to your tight heat. Lloyd never unlatched his hand from around your neck as he bit along the tops of your breasts. The bites hurt, leaving you knowing you’d have marks & bruises from his teeth.

“Lloyd—” You forced out, your voice scratchy, “please.”

He raised his head, his eyes hooded with desire & pleasure. A sinful grin appeared beneath his mustache, “As you wish, nanny.”

With no warning, Lloyd sheathed himself with one thrust. You cried out, the pain shocking your body. Tears skipped down the sides of your face as you struggled to take all of him. Lloyd growled lowly, bracing his hands on your hips to push himself as far as he could go. You weren’t wet in the slightest. It felt like his dick was made of sandpaper.

Then as quickly as he had entered you, he pulled all the way out. You were momentarily relieved until you felt something wet & hot between your legs.

You shot upwards in horror, “No!”

But Lloyd placed a solid hand on your chest, forcing you to lie down as he delved his tongue along the folds of your cunt. You cried softly, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub before swiping it downwards to delve further. Your legs shook around him, your hands subconsciously finding the top of his head. Your fingers were constantly moving from trying to push him away to tangling themselves in his hair to pull him closer.

It disgusted you how good it was beginning to feel. A pleased sigh passed through your O-shaped lips as he lapped you up. You felt your hips gyrating beneath his ministrations. God, it felt…divine.

The noises you were making began to grow louder as he pushed you closer to the edge. A finger joined his tongue, sliding into you now with ease. The intrusion was almost welcome. You couldn’t deny how wet you were becoming, how horny it was making you, how desperately your hips pushed up into his mouth.

“Stop.” You whispered, unable to use your voice confidently. You felt Lloyd smile against you. Lloyd’s tongue joined his now two fingers, moving gingerly against you.

You grunted, feeling yourself so so close to that gnawing tension waiting to explode deep inside you. Lloyd wrapped his arms around your hips, pushing you as harshly against his face as he could. Then, with one swipe & suck over your bud, you came undone.

A silent cry left your lips as you grabbed his hair, pulling on it as you rode his tongue, your orgasm consuming you. Lloyd never stopped as you came around his fingers, his tongue continuously sucking you, forcing a surprising second smaller orgasm through your whole body. Tears still danced down your skin but you could no longer tell if they were from the pain, or the pleasure.

“Fuckin’ hell, nanny.” Lloyd’s voice sounded faint, muffled. You felt his teeth graze against your skin as he nipped his way up your middle to your tits, “You’re gonna become my new favorite pastime out here in the jungle.”

Words, thoughts, morals escaped you as you slowly found your way back to your body. You swallowed, your mouth dry. Your muscles were at ease, your body still gently shaking.

A hiss slithered between your teeth when Lloyd sheathed himself a second time. This time, your body welcomed him. One of his hands found the back of your neck, gathering the hair there to force you to look at him. It had been a long time since you came like that; it left you feeling dizzy & sluggish.

“Look at me as I fuck you.” Lloyd’s hooded gaze met your own. You fucking hated this man. You hated who he was, what he was about, how he got things done, why he did what he did. Most of all, you hated how he made you feel. And in that very moment, it was nothing but ignorant satisfaction.

He snapped his hips forward, a mutual moan shared between the two of you. Your hands gripped his sides, your nails dragging down his back. In a matter of seconds, his thrusts had sped up. The two of you never dropped eye contact as he fucked you mercilessly. He pressed his forehead against yours, your panting breaths mixing together. The room filled with sounds of flesh on flesh & your shared grunts & groans.

“Raj has never fucked you like this.” The mention of your boss—and lovers—name momentarily took you from the heat of the moment. Through the sensual fog that possessed your mind, everything began to come back to you. Lloyd’s hands dropped to your ass, angling it upwards so he could reach the deepest parts of you. Then as quickly as the fog had cleared, it returned with a vengeance.

The new angle forced a cattish mewl to escape you. Lloyd smirked down at you, pleased with your change in attitude. You reacted. Without warning, you slapped him. The thwack reverberated through the room. Lloyd didn’t stop in his actions but glared hotly down at you. His hand gripped your throat as his thrusts became harsher, more painful. Your hips cried out in pain as he pressed himself closer against you, your legs spreading obscenely wide.

“You hit me again—” He didn’t finish before you slapped twice more. The second one harder than the first two. His cheek was a bright red. A short-lived triumphant grin spread across your lips. That would surely leave a handprint.

But your smile was swiftly diminished as Lloyd wrapped both hands around your neck, using the angle to jackhammer fuck you. His teeth gritted & his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The speed ignited the fire in you once again & you felt your crescendo building. Air remained trapped in your lungs as Lloyd forced you both to the edge. Then, just before you felt your knot coming undone, he released your neck. Air rushed back into your lungs & you half choked, half-moaned through your orgasm.

Lloyd came with you. His head having fallen to the crevice of your neck as he grunted loudly. Your wails & groans matched, informing anyone outside the hut what exactly was going on in there. Lloyd collapsed on top of you, his chest coated with light sweat pressed firmly against your own. The two of you remained like that for quite some time, catching your breaths. Your vision swayed until your conscious mind returned to you.

When it finally had, Lloyd was already slipping back into his underwear. For a moment, you transported back to your early 20’s, remembering the few men you let into your apartment for a night of fun in the sheets. Then how almost immediately after it was over, they would dress, toss you a mediocre ‘thanks’, then leave never to be seen again.

But who stood before you wasn’t some guy you had drunkenly flirted with at a bar. It was Lloyd. He had kidnapped you, he had threatened Gracie, he killed Wanda, he beat the shit out of you. And now he had gotten you to successfully come for him a handful of times.

A sudden rage enveloped you at that moment, & dismissing your nude & likely bruised body, you flung toward him. For the umpteenth time, you slapped him. But you didn’t stop at that. You beat your fists against him, kicking your legs out, wanting to hurt him as much as he had hurt you. Lloyd had the audacity to chuckle at your attempts, easily maneuvering you until your back was pressed to his front, his arms locked around your upper body, holding your arms in place.

“Hey, hey, now, what the fuck.” He smiled against your neck as he spoke, “I thought we just had fun, there.”

You ripped out from his arms, spinning to face him. You pointed your finger at him, seething, “Fuck. You.”

Lloyd pursed his lips, amused, “I just did, sweetheart.”

“No.” You sobbed, sneering at him, “No, you—”

“Don’t act as if you weren’t willing & as much a part of that as I was.”

“I wasn’t!” You yelled, “That’s not what—”

“You had in mind?” Lloyd cockily walked towards you, his head angled as if he was consoling a crying child, “You thought it was going to be in & out, just like that.”

You shook your head. The memory of everything that just happened flooding your thoughts. You had participated in it, but you didn’t want it to be like that. You didn’t want to enjoy it.

Lloyd reached for you. You tried to pull away but he was stronger anyway. In a surprisingly gentle manner, he pulled you to him, caressing the top of your head, “It’s okay, nanny. I won’t tell anyone you enjoyed it.”

When he pulled you away long enough to offer a condolence smile, you wanted nothing more than to rip that hideous mustache off his face. “That’ll be our little secret.”

He let you go then, bending at the waste to gather the rest of his clothes. You remembered then that you were fully naked. Though the dress was useless, you still used the fabric to cover yourself as you sat on the bed.

“Your honey Raj will never find out.” Lloyd spoke casually & light-hearted to you, “Promise.”

“Fuck your promises.”

“Hey, now.” He stared at you wide-eyed, stern, “I let you see the brat, didn’t I?”

You couldn’t argue there. Moving forward, you changed subjects, “So, now what? You got what you wanted. Do I get to see Gracie regularly?”

Lloyd slipped his shirt over his head, sauntering over to the mirror above the dresser to groom his mustache. He ignored your question for a moment longer before he clasped his hands together, facing you, “I’ll tell you what, nanny.”

You already weren’t liking where he was going.

“I’ll let you have your regular schedule with her, the one you had before I picked you guys up.” You rolled your eyes at the comment, like he had rolled into school to pick up his kids for the day, “You can teach the brat math or play dolls or hunt for seashells, whatever it is you feel like doing to distract yourselves.”

You really weren’t liking where this was going.

Lloyd eyed you playfully then, “But then once you’re done with her. You come to me. You come take care of me.”

Your mouth went dry. You didn’t need to ask what he meant.

“But I thought—”

“Once isn’t enough, nanny. Once is never enough!” He laughed, “Unless you’re ugly, then once is plenty.”

You shook your head. It was unbelievable.

“Or.” He continued, approaching you. Once he reached you, you tightened the fabric around your body. He smirked at the action but didn’t address it. Lloyd took your chin in his hands, his fingers pulling down on your lower lip, “I make it so you never see her, & you take care of me anyway.”

For you it was a lose-lose, for Gracie it was a win-lose, but for Lloyd it was a win-win. You closed your eyes, wishing you could wake up from this nightmare & find yourself back at the villa. Wanda in the kitchen with Gracie at the counter drawing.

Opening your eyes, you glared up at him.

“What’ll it be, nanny? The suspense is killing me.”

“You win.” You muttered, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“You were going to anyway.” He said what you already knew, “But at least you’re halfway on board. And I have the rest of the time you’re here to get you on for the rest of it.”

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The Agenda Today

A Lloyd Hansen Mini Series

PART FIVE

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART FOUR | MASTERLIST | PART SIX

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            You couldn’t explain how elated you felt at the fact that you were finally going to see Gracie. You had tried to keep track of how many days you had been here, but without your calendar book or phone & watch, the days blurred quite easily. Lloyd smirked to himself as he led you by the elbow. For once you didn’t shake off his touch.

As he led you through the property of huts, your eyes skimmed every little thing, looking for any sign of Gracie. Nearing the edge of the property, along the tree-line, a tiny house appeared. In front of it were two large palm trees, a cream knitted hammock tied between the two. The house was decently hidden among the trees. The only aspect about it that stood out was the brightly colored double doors. You paused, your heart beating wildly within your chest.

Lloyd placed a hand on your lower back, leaning so his mouth was closer to your face, “What are you waiting for?” He asked in a low voice.

He was right.

Slipping easily from his grip, you raced forward. Bursting through the double doors, the first thing you observed was it led you directly to a bedroom. It was small, a queen sized bed taking up most of the space. The bedding was pure white, but had been slept in. To the left of the bed was a door.

“Gracie!” You called out, bounding around the edge of the room towards the door.

Yanking the door open, you were greeted by a narrow outdoor patio, completely covered by trees & bush on the other side of the earthen wall, but just beyond the plant-life you could make out a beach. A small gap in the wall led to a path through the trees which would surely lead to the beach. Your brows furrowed. You tossed a confused look over your shoulder to Lloyd. He stood behind you, his hands in his pockets as he perched his own brows.

He wasn’t appearing to stop you any time soon. Moving your feet, you followed the path from the patio into the trees. Lloyd followed casually behind. The closer you got to the beach, the more you sped up. You didn’t want to run, now questioning if this was a trap, or a trick, or simply Lloyd teasing you for his own sadistic entertainment.

When you reached the mouth of the path, your sandaled feet became quickly covered in warm sand. A small gasp escaped you as you saw a small silhouette standing a few yards away, the water only up to their ankles.

“Gracie!” You shouted, an astonished grin stretching across your lips as you ran towards her. The small figure turned around at the sound of your hollering. Then began running towards you.

Gracie called your name, pumping her little legs to race in your direction. Just before you two reached one another, you fell to your knees. Then Gracie crashed into your body, your arms wrapping around her petite frame, holding her tightly to you.

“Oh my god..” You softly spoke, your hands touching her hair, arms, back, everywhere to really ensure that you were indeed holding her, that she was right in front of you. “You’re okay. Are you okay?”

You pulled away from her long enough to look her over. Her face was slightly dirty from having collected sand in the light breeze but otherwise she looked healthy & unharmed.

“I thought you were dead.” She hugged you again, her arms locked around your shoulders as she cried into your neck. You felt your own tears fall, though these ones were the happiest ones you had shed since you had been taken.

“I’d never leave you, you know that.” You reminded her, your hand running soothingly down her back. As the two of you held each other for a moment longer, you used this opportunity to look around the beach. It was completely empty except for another nearby figure. Judging by their stance & their attire, you assumed it had to have been Gracie’s own ‘guard’. But beyond the guard, you couldn’t make out any other potential life. No nearby beach houses or even boats. The beach itself must’ve been a private one, far from any wandering or curious eyes.

“Where’s Wanda?” Gracie sniffled, pulling back to look you in the eyes. Her hazel eyes were red from the tears. Your heart lurched at her question. Wanda. You would never forget the sound of her scream. You swallowed, trying to erase the echo of her life-ending before lying bold-faced to Gracie.

“She’s okay. She went home.”

You could tell Gracie didn’t believe you, or at least couldn’t believe that Wanda went home so easily. It was the only time you resented Gracie for being an incredibly well-read & intelligent seven year old.

“It’s you & me, okay?” You nodded your head, wiping away hers & yours tears, “We’ll just consider this the vacation we always fantasized about, okay?”

“This is nothing like the Smithsonian.” You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you at her objection. Ever since she had seen Night at the Museum, the Smithsonian had been at the top of her wish list. It was yours & Raj’s plan to take her to it once he returned from the UK. You deeply hoped you would still be able to do that. All three of you.

“I know, I know.” You responded, forcing a reassuring smile, “But this is just a vacation before the real one.”

Gracie choked on a sob as she tried to sober her crying, “Then why does everyone have a gun?”

That you couldn’t lie about. You pressed your lips together, dropping your head in defeat. You glanced at Lloyd who had moved to speak with Gracie’s guard. His eyes were still on you but at least he wasn’t in earshot.

You lowered your voice, “Are you being kept in that house back there?” You gestured to where you had just come from.

Gracie nodded, the tears on her skin having dried up.

“And that’s the man who is always watching you?” You questioned, nodding in Lloyd’s direction where the other man stood.

Gracie nodded again, following with, “Ever since he grabbed me outside the safehouse. I haven’t been alone once.”

It was only then that you realized you did recognize Gracie’s bodyguard. He had been one of the men with Lloyd when they came for you & Gracie. The one that took off after her after you fell. As the memory returned to you, you still couldn’t believe someone as young as him—who you imagined to be perhaps just out of his teen years—could already be prone to violence. It made you wary that Gracie was with him the whole time.

“Have they hurt you?”

Gracie shook her head.

“You promise?” You peered at her, “I know they may have told you to not say anything to me but don’t listen to them when it comes to that. They promised me they wouldn’t hurt you so I need to know if they had.”

“I don’t lie.” Gracie returned, shaking her head again, “They haven’t hurt me. I’m eating, I’m sleeping, I’m even doing my daily reading.”

It wasn’t the answer you were expecting but you couldn’t help to be relieved. Gracie didn’t lie, after all. She had no reason to. She had always been a good listener & done what she was asked. For a seven year old, she didn’t see the point in lying. It made being her nanny quite easy.

“Okay, okay…” You sighed, wracking your brain for what to do next. But then Lloyd & the tall, blonde man walked towards you two. Planning for an escape would have to wait. You needed to think it through thoroughly & plan accordingly for every possible outcome. It’s what made you good at your job. It would be the only way you & Gracie made it out alive.

A couple hours had passed since you & Gracie had been reunited. The two of you were led the roof terrace where you had woken up the first time, where you had the displeasure of meeting Lloyd—formally.

Gracie’s guard, who you now knew as Doherty, a young man from Ireland, sat on a simple chair by the top of the stairs, his hands in his lap as he stared aimlessly ahead. You & Gracie were sitting on the lower to the floor U-shaped couch, a book in her hands as she read quietly to herself. You sat between her & the silent man should he try anything.

Lloyd had left you two alone with him, saying he was needed in the bunker for a short while & to be ‘good girls’. You would comply for the sake of Gracie.

Doherty never said a word, even when you tried to question him. He didn’t even look at you. If he looked at anyone it was Gracie. He was like a deaf hawk. His sole responsibility was Gracie, & anything that wasn’t Gracie was of no major concern to him.

As Gracie read, you thought to yourself how you would even begin to escape. Lloyd wouldn’t leave you alone much. You would have to learn his routine, you’d have to develop a routine with Gracie, a way to be predictable to Lloyd, & Doherty. And you knew that if you remained cool-headed, compliant, easy-going then Lloyd would have to back off. There were many outside variable that you couldn’t control that could hinder any escape planning, the biggest one being Raj.

You still didn’t fully know his role in all this. Clearly it was out of his control, & whatever they were forcing him to do was out of threatening to bad things to Gracie, but already, he had proven to be problematic, forcing you to receive a beating. You could only hope that whatever they were making Raj do—which part of you still didn’t want to think too hard about—would go smoothly enough for you & Gracie to fly under the radar long enough for the two of you to escape.

Gracie had finished the chapter she was reading, the sound of her voice saying your name pulling you from your racing thoughts.

“Yeah?” You looked down at her. She played with the clothed bow attacked to her dress, “I’m hungry.”

Without a clock you couldn’t know the real time but if you had to guess you imagined it was early afternoon. Normally Gracie’s lunch.

Rising to your feet, you gently grabbed her hand. You began walking towards the stairs where Doherty sat like a life-life gargoyle.

“She needs to eat.” You said to him, “We both do.”

You weren’t all that hungry, truth be told, but you needed to stay energized. Anything could happen at any moment & you needed the strength.

Doherty’s eyes moved from the abyss he had been staring into, moving to focus on Gracie standing before him. She returned his expressionless stare.

“We need to eat.” She repeated. Doherty inhaled sharply before rising to his full height. He easily stood two heads taller than you, forcing you to swallow your discomfort. Though he appeared much younger than you, you knew better than to underestimate him. Lloyd already had to kill one of his ‘best men’; you imagined all of his men were well-trained killers. They had to be if they worked under him.

Doherty led the way down the stairs. Leaving the small building, he led you two to a familiar outdoor open-air hut. It was the same hut where Lloyd had you cook the two of you dinner.

“Go ahead & sit down.” You told her. You found some scrap paper in a drawer along with a pen running low on ink & placed them on the table before her, “Practice your multiplication.”

Doherty stood at the edge of the hut, standing stock straight & still as you moved around the small kitchenette. In a freezer, you found a handful of variety frozen meals. You rolled your eyes. Lloyd claimed to love Indian food, yet still resorted to frozen Indian inspired meals. Pulling out two boxes of tikka masala, you began to remove the packaging. The instructions were in Hindi, but you had made plenty of frozen meals in your time, so it didn’t take a genius.

As you prepped the meals, you would subtly glance at Doherty over your shoulder. He never moved from his spot, not even to shake off any discomfort from standing so eerily still. His hands didn’t stray to any weapons on his person nor did his eyes scour the surroundings. Deep down you knew he would be as much of a problem as Lloyd when it came down to any potential escape. This Doherty kid wouldn’t let you off any easier than Lloyd would.

A bit later you finished with the meals, having also made some rice & heated up naan bread that you had found. You deposited everything on two plates before joining Gracie at the table. She had finished her multiplications & was then drawing flowers that you recognized as ones that grew outside the villa back in Albania: fairy primrose. Gracie’s mother’s favorite.

“Eat up, Gracie.” You told her, taking a bite of your own food.

Gracie ate her food despondently but ate it nonetheless. She too knew the importance of needing her strength & energy without the reminder. As you ate, barely registering the flavor of the meal, you noticed movement in your peripheral. Doherty noticed it as well, his eyes & body shifting to face it as it came closer.

It was Lloyd.

A haughty smirk appeared under his mustache as he climbed the three-step stairs to the hut, his eyes falling to the two of you eating in silence.

“Starting lunch without me, huh?” He kicked out a chair at the end of the table, closest to you, before taking a seat. He inhaled deeply, you presumed it was to smell what you had made. His eyes met yours. They were sparkling with excitement. “Not very nice to begin a meal without your gracious host, now is it?”

You didn’t respond, choosing to not say anything since you couldn’t trust yourself to speak out of turn. Compliance is key, you reminded yourself.

Gracie stopped eating, putting her silverware down. You did the same, but to only nudge her gently, gesturing for her to continue eating. When she resumed, you noted that you had only taken a few bites of your food so plenty was left. You put the fork on the place & slid it over to Lloyd. His eyes watched your every move until the plate was directly in front of him. Then you placed your hands in your lap, watching Gracie in the corner of your eye. She was mostly only playing with her food at that point. You wished Lloyd would take his plate & leave, his presence making the both of you incredibly uncomfortable.

Lloyd scoffed, stirring the food on the plate together. Displeased. You swallowed, finally meeting his gaze.

“So, I get your scraps.” His tone was low, serious, unimpressed.

“I can make you something else.” You returned, moving to get up. But before you could even fully stand, his hand came down on your wrist, holding you in place. You were reminded of the other time he had done the same thing, in the exact same spot as before. Your skin felt cold & hot under his touch. You felt sick.

“I’m not quite hungry for lunch, nanny.” His enunciation of the word ‘lunch’ made you queasy. You knew what he was eluding to. What he had been eluding to for days ever since he had been walked in on in his attempts to have you.

In an attempt to comfort yourself, you rubbed Gracie’s back. Though what little you knew about Lloyd was that he was a violent & unpredictable man, you hoped deep down that he wouldn’t say, or god forbid, do anything with Gracie right there. Lloyd pushed the plate back towards you, resting his jaw on his open hand as you reluctantly picked up the fork to resume eating.

“You’re quiet, nanny.” Lloyd observed. You felt his stare digging into your skin. You focused on the repetitive movement of fork to mouth.

“You haven’t been at all this quiet since you’ve been here.” He continued, his tone suspicious, “I’m not sure I quite fuckin’ like it, to be honest with you.”

If it were under much normal circumstances, you would’ve reprimanded him for cussing in front of Gracie, but considering the surreal & unbelievable predicament you were in, you simply turned to Gracie.

“Are you done eating?” You asked.

There was still some food left on her plate but she had hardly had a bite since Lloyd’s arrival. She nodded silently.

“So am I.” You said, offering a forced smile, “I’ll clean up then we’ll go do art.”

“Hold your fuckin’ horses, sweetheart.” Lloyd kicked his leg out so you couldn’t move your chair out from the table. You felt your nostrils flare in frustration, “Now, I know you’re not ignoring me. Because ignoring me would be a big fucking mistake.”

He was right. By trying to stay quiet to avoid saying anything to upset him, you had forgotten that not acknowledging him at all would have the same effect.

“I’m not quiet.” You told him, regarding his comment from moments before, “I’m tired. And relieved.”

“Relieved.” He repeated.

“Yes.” You said, your eyes falling to Gracie briefly as she glanced between the two of you, “You know that all I cared about from the moment I woke up here was Gracie. It’s all I’ve been nagging to you about, right?”

Lloyd narrowed his eyes at you.

“So, now she’s here, with me & everything is okay. We’re good.” Your voice was even but lacked any friendly tone. Not that you needed to have a drive-thru voice while speaking to Lloyd, but sounding mildly irritated couldn’t help your situation either. After all, he could easily make it so you don’t have access to Gracie again.

“Hmm.” Lloyd nodded his head slowly in pensive thought. He still didn’t remove his leg from your chair. You were about to ask him to let you two leave when he cleared his throat.

“Doherty. Take the kid here back to her hut. I need a moment with the nanny.”

Your eyes widened at his order, & you made to stand up with Gracie but he yanked on the leg of your chair, forcing you closer to him & further from her.

“What?” You rushed out, “What are you doing? Lloyd, we—”

“Ahh bup bup.” He raised a finger. Waiting patiently for Doherty to lead Gracie down the stairs. You looked after her, & she glanced over her shoulder at you, her lower lip quivering. You nodded at her once, “It’ll be okay, Gracie. I promise.”

With that, Doherty & Gracie were out of sight. You swallowed your contempt, wanting to claw your fingers down Lloyd’s rancidly handsome features.

When you finally did look at him, an amusing smile was dancing across his lips.

“Ya know, I did a nice thing by letting you see the brat.”

“Because you beat me.” You seethed out behind gritted teeth. “This was your apology.”

Lloyd belted out a laugh. It was the first time you had heard such a jovial sound. You imagined that if you heard it in a crowded bar it would infect others to laugh as well. But you weren’t laughing.

Lloyd’s laughter slowed until he was chuckling quietly to himself. When he finally spoke, his words left you shaken, “I don’t apologize, nanny. I’ve nothing to be sorry for. I was simply…” he spread his hands in an innocent gesture, “buttering you up.”

Your head spun. Of course it would lead back to this. You knew it would. But you still thought he was going to give you some more time to heal. Your face was still healing.

But as if he could hear your thoughts, Lloyd shared, “Your face doesn’t need to be healed for me to have what I want.”

You swallowed, shaking your head. But then you reminded yourself of what you needed to do so escape. You & Gracie.

Cool-headed. Easy-going. And most importantly, compliant.  

You fluttered your eyes closed, resolving what you would have to do.

When you opened them, they fell directly to Lloyd.

He looked disgustingly pleased with himself.

You licked you lips, swallowing your pride, “Well, then what are we waiting for?”

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PART THREE

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PART TWO | MASTERLIST | PART FOUR

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            You didn’t see Lloyd again until sunset. Under much different circumstances you’d take this opportunity to nap on the luxurious bed but thoughts of Gracie & where she was ran rampant. There was no chance of any sleep coming for you until you at least saw her, & saw that she was indeed okay. It too didn’t help that you had no sense of time, except for the sun in the sky. Of course Lloyd or one of his goons had taken your phone & watch, & there was no clock in the hut you were forced into. Every now & then you would step just outside the double doors but always was a man dressed in all black & wearing shades standing just ahead of you. The chances of taking off didn’t cross your mind, mostly because of the gun he had strapped across his back.

Every time you stepped out, the man would turn his head to look in your direction but never said anything. You could only glare at him. After many hours of worrying & slight boredom, you began overturning everything in the room. You weren’t sure why, perhaps hoping to find something, literally anything that could help you, but the time you finished flipping over or undoing every possible item in the room, you concluded that Lloyd likely flipped the room before he moved you in anyway.

You didn’t bother putting anything back, sitting on the floor with the bedding as padding, staring pointedly at the double doors. How long were you going to be here for? You felt your stomach growl. Pressing your lips together & wincing, you tried to ignore how hungry you were. Afterall, you weren’t even sure how long you had been out for before you woke up for good, it could’ve been days since you last ate. It could’ve been days since Gracie has…

The sound of heavy footfalls sounded on the steps to your hut. Hurriedly, you rushed to your feet, untangling yourself from the bedding. No knock came before Lloyd swung open the doors as if he was an all knowing king walking into a ball being held just for him. His eyes danced mischievously around the room, taking in the haphazard chaos you had created, before landing on your stiff form standing in the middle of it all.

“We don’t do room service.” He shared, smiling at you like you were a child caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

You sneered in return, crossing your arms over your chest, “Where’s Gracie?”

Lloyd sighed heavily & rolled his eyes, kicking over items that spilled onto the floor, “I’m really not someone who enjoys repeating myself, nanny.”

You remained silent, never letting your eyes off him as he roamed the edge of your room. Lloyd strolled coolly, his hands in his pockets, until he stood on the other side of the bed from you. At this point, you were fully facing him.

“You hungry?” His eyes narrowed playfully at you, a small smirk appearing under his mustache. Before you could answer though, your stomach howled in response. His brows peaked at that.

“Then follow me.” With that, Lloyd rounded the bed for a second time, passing by you closely. You were unsure if you wanted to follow. There was absolutely nothing about this man you could trust. You needed to stay alive to see Gracie, to protect Gracie. But as Lloyd reached the doorway & turned to stare impatiently at you, you resolved that pissing him off was a sure way to not succeed in your endeavour.

Reluctantly, you followed Lloyd as he led you from the hut. Again, you peered around the property. You could still hear the ocean in the distance but the thick foliage of palm trees & other tropical plant life kept you from seeing beyond the property line. There were a handful of other huts in the space you could see but none had a lethal man standing outside of them like yours did: a sign that Gracie must not be in any that you can see. She might not even be here…you thought morbidly to yourself but shook the thought away. That couldn’t be the case. Why else would Lloyd keep you around then?

Lloyd took you to a large open air hut. Under the thatch roof was a table for six & some outdoor cooking appliances. No other person was around except for the man who watched you closely as you observed the space. You swallowed, finally looking to him.

“Well?” He questioned. You felt your brows furrow, “..what?”

Lloyd kicked out a chair at the table before nonchalantly settling into it. He then gestured with his thick arm to the kitchenette.

“You want me to make myself dinner?”

“I want you to make us dinner, yes.” You felt yourself involuntarily grumble at that.

“I’m not much of a cook.”

“Oh, that’s right. That was the older woman, huh?”

Wanda… Your stomach churned at the sound of her scream echoing in your memory. “Oh my god..” You whispered, covering your mouth as fresh tears appeared in your vision.

“She’s dead, isn’t she?”

“The old lady? Mm, yes, sadly.” But there was nothing his tone that was remorseful.

You thought of her son & his newborn & how she would never get to meet him, how her grandson would grow up never having tried his grandmother’s famous recipes.

“You’re a monster.” The insult came effortlessly.

Lloyd groaned loudly, “Yes, I’m a monster, I’m evil, I’m a royal dick. Blah blah, anything else you want to say because I’m getting damn impatient, nanny, so I suggest you get your ass in the corner & start making some food or I’ll correct my mistake of killing the old lady instead of you.”

Tears skipped down your cheeks, you lips parted in shock.

“Have it your way then.” Suddenly he stood & crossed the three feet between. You barely managed to take a step back when his hand harshly gripped your elbow, his fingers digging into your skin, surely going to leave bruises. You winced as he dragged you toward the kitchenette before he thrusted you forward. You were able to catch yourself on the counter edge before his hand found a new place on the back of your neck.

A cry escaped your throat when Lloyd leaned in to whisper brutally in your ear, “It’s either a meal or your life, nanny. You have ten seconds to decide & you’ve already wasted three of them.”

The safety click of a gun sounded behind you & you froze, followed by the sensation of a cool to touch metal object brushed against the shell of your ear, “7. 6.”

“Okay, okay!” You gasped, moving as fast & cautiously away from him as you could, your hands blindly reaching for the fridge handle, your eyes too busy focusing on the man holding a gun to your head in your peripheral.

Though your life was hanging over your head, you focused on the task at hand, pulling out anything that looked like you could do something with it. What you pulled out wasn’t much, but it would have to do. You clumsily placed paper wrapped raw meat on the counter followed by what appeared to be garlic bread from the freezer. Your vision remained blurry as you shakily unwrapped the goods to confirm that what you had before you would suffice. Another sound of a click forced you to bravely look over your shoulder at the loose-cannon of a man behind you.

He peered over your shoulder, a crease appeared along his nose as he sneered judgmentally at what you pulled out, “And what do you plan to make us with that?”

You shook your head unsure, “If there’s pasta I can make spaghetti with meatballs,” your fingers played with the garlic bread packaging, “and garlic bread.”

“Really?” He was thoroughly unimpressed.

Frustrated, you stared hard at him, “I told you I’m not much of a cook. What you have stocked isn’t my problem. This is what I can make. That enough for you?”

Though you knew the safety of the gun was on, it didn’t send any less chills down your spine when he raised the weapon, grazing the muzzle of the gun along the sides of your face to the underside of your jaw. He stepped closer until your nose was practically squished against him.

“Not another word, not one single fucking peep, until you finish with dinner. Then if I decide you put in your best effort, I’ll put the gun away.”

The two of you stared angrily at one another, though a mirthful glint danced behind his eyes. Then much to your disgust, his eyes dropped the muzzle placed under your chin, his gaze becoming hooded the further down his eyes went. Though you were wearing a dress, you surely felt naked in front of him. Afterall, he had seen you naked when he changed you. Goosebumps erupted over your skin. When his eyes returned to your own, you swallowed your pride & looked down, “I’ll try my best.”

Lloyd grinned brightly, “I believe you will, nanny.” The muzzle raised to brush your lower lip, “I do believe you will.”

            Roughly an hour later, you sat stiff as a board as Lloyd brought the first bite of spaghetti to his mouth. You were no longer hungry. The threat of a bullet through your head killed your appetite. But you figured it was better your hunger than your life.

Lloyd arrogantly wiped at the corner of his mouth with a cloth napkin as he tasted the dish. You bitterly hoped he could taste your hate. While he chewed slowly, your eyes fell to the gun in his left hand, his finger placed lazily over the trigger, but at least it wasn’t aimed at you as he ate. The sun had set fully at this point, leaving the sky in an orange-blue hue. You wished you could enjoy it, you hoped that wherever Gracie was that she wasn’t scared & was finding comfort in the same pretty sky.

“Well, nanny,” Lloyd began, placing his fork down before swinging his menacing gaze towards you, “you sure are no cook, but.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat.

“It isn’t half bad.” Lloyd then smiled jovially, cocking his head toward you, “So you can relax. I’ll put the gun away, & we’ll enjoy this dinner together.”

Sure enough, Lloyd tucked the gun into the backside of his pants, out of sight from your worried eyes. He readjusted his shirt before bringing a second cloth napkin forward to tuck into the neck of his polo, a polo you only then recognized as horribly ugly—much like the person who wore it.

Lloyd savoured another bite of the dish before he smacked his lips, pointing at your plate with his fork, “You should eat before it gets cold.”

Clearing your throat, you reluctantly brought a mouthful to your lips. If it wasn’t for the psychotic murderer slash kidnapper sitting adjacent to you, you’d probably be able to enjoy your creation, but not today.

The two of you ate in silence, save for the pleased humming coming from Lloyd. You took your bites warily, half expecting him to reach behind & produce the gun again before deciding to blow your head off. Every bite you took you were worried it would be your last. But Lloyd hardly paid you any attention, & for that you were grateful.

By the time both of your plates were clear, your hunger having returned more than halfway through, you had briefly forgotten the life-threatening situation you were in. A yawn escaped you as you placed your silverware on the tomato-sauce stained plate.

“Tell me about your relationship with your boss.”

The command surprised you. You blinked quizzically. “How do you mean?”

“You know exactly how I mean.” Lloyd’s tone deepened, his eyes peering intensely into your own.

“Oh.” You looked down, your fingers tangling themselves in one another, “I thought you already knew.” You recalled the picture he had shown you only earlier that day.

“I want the details though.”

“Why?” The sharpness of your tone surprised you, as it did Lloyd. “Sorry. Sorry. I just. I don’t understand what our personal relationship has to do with you holding his daughter hostage.”

“It doesn’t.” Lloyd confirmed, a sick smile appearing on his smug face “It’s for my own personal interest.” The implication made you want to vomit everything you just ate.

“So?” Lloyd leaned back, crossing one leg over the other before resting his chin on one of his palms. He grinned patiently at you.

“So…” You began, not wanting to dive into the details of your affair with Raj but did so anyway, “the first time was an accident.”

���Typical.” Lloyd commented, as if he was gushing over cocktails with his girlfriends.

“Well, accident in the sense that it wasn’t either of our goals. It just kind of happened.”

“Alcohol?”

“Mm. Quite a bit, yes.”

“And he’s much older than you isn’t he?”

“Only 10 years older.” You defended. It wasn’t like Raj was in his 50’s pursuing his 20 year old nanny. You were 26 when you two began sleeping together.

“So you like older men?” The use of plural ‘man’ made you cringe internally. Lloyd smirked playfully.

“I like Raj. He happens to be a little bit older. That doesn’t mean I like older men.”

“What would your limit be then?”

“Pardon?”

“You know, your age limit. The oldest you would go.”

The question made you uncomfortable. In fact, the whole conversation made you uncomfortable. Why Lloyd felt the need to know the finer details of your relationship with Raj was beyond you, but his lewd gaze certainly reminded you.

You shrugged your shoulders non-committedly, “I haven’t thought about it.”

“No?” Lloyd licked his teeth in thought, “Well, think about it now.”

“Why?” This time you were sure to watch your tone, your inquiry coming out softly.

Lloyd only answered with a closed-lip smile. Your eyes fluttered.

“I don’t know, I guess. 40’s, I suppose.” You wanted the conversation to end. You wanted to be let back to your hut & to forget about this atrocious dinner with an equally atrocious man. The quicker & straight to the point you answered his questions the faster that would happen.

“Hmm.” Lloyd nodded in apparent agreement, “How do you like to be fucked?”

Though the topic at hand was heading in a trajectory that you expected, you still hadn’t anticipated the abrupt & invasive question.

“I don’t—I’m not—”

“Please, nanny,” Lloyd leaned forward to lower his voice, though there was no one around to hear, “we both know you’re no innocent little thing in the sack.”

You felt your face turn red but refused to outright respond to his perverse onslaught, “If you already know then why do you ask?”

“I want to hear it from you.” He was no longer smiling. His expression was solid, serious, no longer playful. It scared you, it scared the shit out of you. Panicked, you stood abruptly, grabbing your plate, “I should clean the dishes.”

Before you could step out of his reach, Lloyd brought his hand down firmly around your wrist, locking you to the table, “Sit the fuck down.”

Your entire body shook with fear & nerves. What little you knew about this man, you knew him to be many terrible things. With the conversation at hand, the implications he kept making, you couldn’t be as arrogant as you wished to other terrible things he may be capable of.

“Tell me how you liked to be fucked.” His eyes held nothing back as he gazed heatedly at you, “Now. Or I take a finger from the little one.”

A small gasp evaded you, “No! You said you wouldn’t hurt her. You’re a man of your word, right?” When he said nothing, you pushed, “Right?!”

Lloyd narrowed his eyes pensively before reaching into his right hand pants pocket, producing a butterfly switchblade. Effortlessly, he maneuvered the knife single-handedly until the blade appeared, bringing the sharp end down between two of your splayed out fingers, “I am. So. You tell me how you like to be fucked, or I take one of your fingers.”

As long as it’s not Gracie, you tell yourself.

“And I force the little one to eat it.”

Bile rose in your throat.

“Can’t hurt her by feeding her, can I?”

Releasing a shaky breath, you pushed back the urge to cry, even if they were angry & frustrated tears, “Fine.”

Lloyd teetered the knife between your fingers, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“Roughly.” You bitterly replied, “I like when Raj fucks me from behind. I like when he pulls my hair, I like when he bites my shoulder, & I fucking love it when he comes inside me, even though I beg him not to every time.”

Lloyd’s eyes seemed to glaze over at your admission. You attempted pulling your hand out from under his but his grip proved to be much too strong for you to defeat.

“Isn’t that a little rape-y?”

You rolled your eyes, “I can’t get pregnant. I just say it because…”

“Go on.” Lloyd’s gaze fixed on you, his lips parted in want.

“Because I like feeling like I have no say. I like when Raj ignores my pleas.”

“But he doesn’t actually ignore you, does he? He knows you like it?”

“Yes. It’s consensual.”

“My my my.” Lloyd deftly swings the switchblade around until it’s tucked back safely away from your fingers, “You really are a surprise. They do say it’s the ones you least expect.”

You ignore his comment, “Can I go now? I’m tired.”

“Oh, I doubt that.” Lloyd returned, “It’s not even that late. We still need to have dessert.”

You stared warily at him, “Dessert?”

Lloyd grinned innocently, but you knew he was anything but.

“C’mon, nanny.” His hand around your wrist slid up to your elbow, again dragging you out & around from the table toward the edge of the hut. It was silly to try & fight back. You needed to be compliant. For Gracie.

Much to your horror, Lloyd led you back to your private hut, the man that stood outside nowhere in sight. Where the events of the night were leading was sending nauseating shockwaves throughout your body. You tugged once, “I thought you wanted dessert.”

“Oh I do.” Lloyd pulled you effortlessly, “My sweet tooth is aching.”

“Lloyd, wait.” But he didn’t. Instead, he hauled you up the stairs to your hurt, pushing you to walk in front of him. He reached over your shoulder to shove open the doors to your room. In the time that you had been gone from the hut, someone had come in & put everything back together. The bed was made like normal, as if you hadn’t trashed it only hours before.

A shove at the center of your back sent you toward your bed. You caught yourself on the cushioning, hurrying to turn around. Lloyd hadn’t bothered to close the doors as his eyes strayed from the ends of your bare feet to the fearful look in your eyes.

“No.” You held out your arm, hand raised, as if that would matter at all to a man of his size, but you had to at least try.

“No?” Lloyd licked his lips devilishly, “We starting already?”

“I’m serious. I’m not playing. Don’t.”

Lloyd approached you, slapping away your arm long enough to close the distance & grip your throat. Horrified, you gripped his thick forearm, trying to remove his hand but to no luck. Lloyd looked you over with a hooded gaze, his teeth sucking his lower lip.

“We’re compatible, you & I, nanny.” Lloyd suddenly shoved you backwards, the soft cushion of the mattress catching you, “We both like to play the same game.”

One of his knees joined you on the bed between your legs. You leaned up, prepared to bite, scratch, slap, whatever it took to keep his hands off you when the sound of someone clearing their throat filled the room.

“Boss.” You watched scared out of your skin as Lloyd closed his eyes annoyed, sighing heavily before opening his mouth.

“What is it?”

“We got a problem. You’re needed at the nest.” The man never once looked at you, let alone acknowledged what he was walking in on. He only stayed staring at Lloyd’s back as he towered of your shaking frame.

Lloyd inhaled deeply, turning his head each way once to crack the bones in his neck. Then he exhaled. As he did, his eyes opened, landing directly on you.

“Guess we’ll have to raincheck on that dessert, sweetheart.” He winked once, grabbing both your arms to pull you upwards into a sitting position, “But I’ll need something for the road at least.”

Before you could stop him, he closed the distance, his thick mustache & damp lips covering your mouth in a heated, unwanted kiss. You attempted to pull away, but a hand at the back of your head prevented you from doing so. Lloyd growled deeply before he removed himself from over you. A soft cry escaped you at the sudden coming & going of his assault.

He held your face in one of his large hands, gazing almost adoringly down at you, “Till next time.”

Then he winked. Then he was gone.

The doors to your room remained open as you caught your breath, for once thankful that a man with a gun had showed up when you least thought you’d need it. Racing forward, your hands gripping the edges of the door, you peered outside to confirm that the man who stood outside your hut earlier had returned. There was no escaping. Not tonight. And especially not without Gracie.

You closed the door as securely as you could without there being a lock on it. Walking backwards, you collapsed onto the bed, pulling your knees to your chest as you stared at the doors warily. Waiting any moment for Lloyd to return & finish what he started.

You only hoped you’d find Gracie & a way out before he made good on his promise.

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PART EIGHT

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PART SEVEN | MASTERLIST | FINALE

7:14 AM

The quarter mile walk underground led by Doherty did nothing to settle your nerves. The first & last time you had been down here Lloyd had violently assaulted you, a means to punish Raj for his problematic behaviour. You still had no idea what Raj was being forced into doing, never entirely knowing what exactly he did for a living, but you feared what he could’ve done to piss of Lloyd enough to involve Gracie. Pressing your chapped lips together, you paused outside the same room with monitors that Lloyd had brought you to before.

Unlike last time however, there were far fewer people inside. Doherty pushed you gently forward into the room. You swallowed nervously, your eyes bouncing around in hopes of finding Gracie—unharmed. A quick perusal of the room gave no sign of Gracie, the nauseous feeling in your stomach remained. Where was she?

Much to your fear, Doherty led you to the same room that Lloyd held you in previously. You had less than two seconds to mentally, & emotionally, prepare yourself for what may be inside. Gracie, more so, Gracie hurt.

The inside of the room was empty. The chair that had been placed in the middle the first time was gone though, replaced by something you perceived as far worse. It was a table. With leather straps. You weren’t an idiot. You knew exactly where this was going.

“No.” You spoke silently to yourself, immediately halting in your footsteps. Doherty pushed you forward yet again. “Where’s Gracie?”

You could feel yourself beginning to panic. “Please.” You pleaded to Doherty but he only looked at you blankly. A puppet to a master.

“Get on the table, _____.”

“No!” You cried, attempting to push pass him but it was futile. Doherty easily overpowered you, wrapping his slender arms around your body & lifting you until you felt the cool metal of the table through your thin dress.

“Please! Not again, no!”

Your slapping, punching, biting, spitting did nothing. Doherty was unperturbed by your efforts. You had been so focused on using your upper body to try & fight him off that you forgot to use your legs, your best asset as a woman against a man. But it was too late. Doherty managed to strap an ankle down, the skin of the leather biting into your Achilles heel.

Doherty shoved you forwards until you were lying flat on your stomach, wrestling with your right arm to strap it down. Tears escaped, your muscles burned from fighting, your heart was beating against your ribcage. It was too much. You almost wished that you would pass out from the adrenaline. But it never came.

He finished strapping you in & you pulled on the straps. There was no give. You angled your head around to find Doherty as he left the room. The door clicked shut & you were left alone, only your soft cries filling the silent underground torture chamber.

Panic continued to ravish you. You were forced to rest your forehead against the table, focusing on controlling your breathing. You had to remind yourself that you were no good to Gracie dead. I’m also no good to her beaten to a pulp, you battled with yourself. But what could you do? There was nothing you could do.

Time passed & you found yourself breathing gently. The tears had stopped but your cheeks were, crusted from your crying. How long would you be here for? Was this the extent of it? But even you knew the answer the latter question.

More was coming.

Through the wall you could hear the faint sound of thundering footsteps. You broke out in a cold sweat. It was coming, he was coming.

Muffled voices sounded just outside the door, & you knew it was Lloyd speaking with Doherty. You bit your lip in fear, bracing for the worst that had yet to come.

Your heart stopped with the sound of the door opening. It was behind you. You struggled lifting your arm to glance under, to see Lloyd as he walked in. You could tell immediately that he was far from happy. But what scared you the most is what he carried. Hanging from his shoulder was a large black square bag, heavy duty, military grade you imagined.

Lloyd didn’t glance your direction once as he strolled by you. Your eyes fearfully followed his movements. Just ahead of you was a smaller table, no bigger than a nightstand, that you hadn’t noted before when Doherty brought you in. Lloyd placed the bag on the table before he began to pull out items from it. Unfortunately, his wide frame kept you from being able to see exactly what he was producing, but you knew it couldn’t be anything good.

But what you did manage to see left you feeling empty. Lloyd whipped out a stand, extending it until it was just below his chin. A tripod.

Fresh tears coated your vision. He was going to make a show of your torture.

Sure enough, he then pulled out a camera—a large one, like the ones you’d see behind the scenes of a television news report.

Lloyd began to whistle then, a tune you didn’t recognize. It only scared you more. He was going to enjoy this.

“Don’t think I enjoy this, _____.” Lloyd finally spoke, as if he had been reading your mind. His back was still turned to you but he continued, “What I really enjoy is people doing what they’re told, following the rules, not making things difficult.”

You said nothing. You knew was lying. Even if he was angry right now, you knew he was very much looking forward to causing you pain.

“But I was hired to do this job for a reason as well.” He placed the camera on the tripod, securing it, “And that is to remind the little people who is in charge.”

Once the camera was secured he returned to the bag. You watched with bated breath as he grabbed something then finally turned to face you, “To remind them what they stand to lose.”

Your eyes fell to what he held in his hands. His mustache rose slightly with the smug one-sided smirk he produced. A glistening pair of shears. You glanced warily from the sparkle in his eyes to the sparkle of the shears catching the artificial light.

“Where’s Gracie?”

Lloyd sighed, dropping his head. “Ya know,” he clicked his tongue, “you really should begin to worry about yourself, nanny. It’s always ‘where’s Gracie’, ‘don’t hurt Gracie’, ‘let me see Gracie’.”

He stepped forward until his crotch was aligned with your face, then he crouched resting his forearms on the edge of the table to peer at you with fake pity, “Do you value your well-being that little?”

“Just tell me she’s okay.”

Lloyd ignored your plea, instead tracing the pointed edge of the shears along your arm. It never pierced your skin but the sensation still caused you to wince. He hummed to himself contemplatively, watching with amused eyes as the shears dragged along your skin. You pressed your lips together, willing yourself to not cry as the shears grew closer & closer to your neck. A quick pinch. You bit your lip to keep from making a sound. Lloyd’s eyes glowed as he watching a small trail of blood flow from the apex of where your neck & shoulder met. Then he met your eyes.

“If I were you, nanny, I’d start worrying about yourself real soon.”

The blinking light on the camera mocked you as Lloyd circled the table, the shears never leaving your skin. He traced every inch of your body, making nicks here & there. But you never made a sound. When he rounded back to the front where you could see him, you refused to look at him, refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing you plead. There was nothing you could say or do that would change your current position. You were undeniably at this madman’s mercy.

You couldn’t help that your body was shaking, despite the leather straps holding you in place. Lloyd hummed quietly to himself as he observed your form. Spit slipped from between your tightly pressed lips, tears threatened to fall. The cold sweat had quickly transitioned into a hot one.

Lloyd remained standing before you but you still refused to look at him, especially because what you would be faced with is his clothed crotch. You knew he was getting off on this. The power. The least you could do is not let him see your face as he did what he was going to do.

The shears returned to cut on your shoulder. It stung but you refrained from making any noise of discomfort.

There was a gentle tug against your shoulder then a release. The strap of your dress had been cut. Then the other.

A shudder wracked your body.

No.

Lloyd centered the shears at the back of your dress, running the blades down to your waist. The freshly exposed skin of your back erupted with goosebumps.

“Lloyd.” You whispered, shaking your head, “Don’t. Please.”

But he said nothing as he left your line of sight. He continued to cut the dress down the center until it reached the very end. Your skin crawled at being nearly entirely naked in front of him. Again. All that you had left was your underwear.

Swiftly, Lloyd tugged the remnants of your dress out from under you, tossing the fabric to the side.

A gasp left your lips, panic once again consuming your body & mind.

“No!” You screamed, trying to loosen the straps around your limbs. Lloyd laughed jovially from behind you. You thrashed wildly. The straps never gave.

A warm yet hard pressure pressed itself over your shoulders until you felt hot air in your ear, “You’re not going anywhere, nanny, not till I’m finished with you.”

You bared your teeth, wanting to bite back but there would be no point. Nothing would come of it except more pain & the pain had yet to truly begin.

Lloyd returned to the table with his bag on it, reaching inside & pulling out another item. You watched with horror as he held what looked to be a wooden rod, only it had two metal prongs at the end of it & a strap for handling on the other. Lloyd whistled impressively to himself as he weighed the item in his hand, using the strap to swing it around & pat it against the open palm of his other hand.

His eyes met yours, the twinkle in them still shining bright, “You know what this is?”

No but you had an idea…

He approached you, placing the end of the rod with prongs on it against your skin, retracing his earlier touch with the shears, “This is what they call a picana. Before stun guns, these were used to keep cattle in check.”

The rod continued along the top of your spine, leaving tingles in its wake.

“A picana isn’t a popular choice when it comes to the art of torture. There are, after all, much more successful & creative tools. But me,” Lloyd sighed happily to himself. You could feel the prongs fall to between your thighs, making you shake more so, “I’ve always been intrigued by the unconventional.”

You sensed him behind you now, at the other end of the table. You held your breath waiting for it to start. But nothing came. You could barely even make out the sound of Lloyd’s breathing. The waiting was driving you mad. The room was incredibly still & quiet, except for the sound of your blood rushing to your ears. The tears had begun to fall at this point. You pressed your forehead into the table, gritting your teeth. Any moment, any moment, any moment…

A mixture of a scream & a gasp left you. A stinging shock climbed the nerves throughout your body, stealing your breath away. Your body trembled, the aftershocks of the picana rendering your body not yours. Lloyd produced another.

Tears couldn’t even burst from your eyes. You felt your muscles tense, your joints lock. The shocks were quick but their effect long. Finally, you stopped trembling, your body collapsing into the table. You could’ve passed out, it took that much energy from you.

“That was just the soles of your feet.” Lloyd’s voice sounded far.

There was no preparing yourself for the shocks. The prongs grazed the base of your spine.

Another. This one much, much worse.

A strained scream caught in your throat. Your body locking up entirely. You couldn’t see. It felt like you were beginning to choke on your tongue.

As soon as you could breathe again, you cried, screamed, begged.

“Please, Lloyd, no, no, no!” This wasn’t your fault, you knew that. It wasn’t even Raj’s fault, but whatever he had gotten himself into put you there. Right fucking there, at the hands of a violent sadist.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Lloyd cooed, the prongs of the rod reaching the base of your skull. You shuddered, practically banging your forehead into the table, not knowing the extent of damage the shocks could do from that source. But you considered it leading to death.

Would this be how you died? On a table, nude, underground in a jungle in India, a cruel madman tweaking the ends of his mustache as he watched you choke on your vomit? Is this really how you would die?

Lloyd watched in awe as he saw your body jerk & shake. His eyes were alight with fire. This is why he was hired. To cause irrevocable pain.

He had only shocked you three times, but already you were barely conscious. Your eyes were closed, your lips parted in desperation as your lungs clung to air. He didn’t want to stop. His directions were to push you to the brink of death. But to not kill you.

Raj had fucked up yet again. He was making things a lot more difficult then they needed to be. A beating would do nothing. Lloyd argued in using the little girl. Her pain would make him listen, force him to get the job done. But the men above Lloyd would not accept any harm coming to her. That’s what the nanny was for. Of course, if you were not Raj’s bedroom buddy, you wouldn’t even be alive. Fortunately for Lloyd’s team & the people he was hired by, Raj had a soft spot for you. Only your pain could be used in this operation.

You had completely passed out at this point. Lloyd’s eyes trailed the length of you. The soles of your feet & the curve on your lower back were red from the assault on them. Your skin glistened with a light coat of sweat. Your fingers twitched every few seconds.

Lloyd knew what he would have to do, knew he had many different options to hurt you with. But something was stopping him. It wasn’t that he liked you, he never liked anyone. He knew you likely wouldn’t make it out of this alive. Once Raj had completed what he had been taken for, the little brat & you would die. It was a guarantee.

But what Lloyd didn’t like was having death taken from him. Sure, torture was his talent. It’s where he thrived. But if he was told to push to the brink of death, it was almost impossible to stop. Death would eventually be the outcome. Why wait?

So, against the directions he had been given, Lloyd would make you suffer in other ways. You’d still be in unimaginable pain. You’d still fight him, hate him, dream about killing him. What would happen to you next would still force Raj to stop resisting orders. But Lloyd knew he had to make it bad, make it terrible, make it so he wouldn’t have to bring you down here again until it was time to take your life.

Lloyd returned to the table that held his bag. He stuck the rod inside it. There was only one method he was thinking of. He turned to face your unconscious body, watching the rise & fall of your back. Spit was coming from your mouth. It was… inspiring.

He only had one tool left to use.

A foreign pressure below your waist woke you, forcing a groan from you.

You had been dreaming.

You & Gracie were in the house, sitting at the table while Wanda made food. Shehu patrolled outside the windows. Raj was talking somewhere out of sight, on the phone. Gracie colored next to you, her hands moving rapidly as she did. You tried to peek over her shoulder to see what she was drawing but her long dark hair covered what you couldn’t see.

Wanda was at the stove, facing you in your peripheral. But you couldn’t turn your head to face her. You could feel her eyes on you though. You tried to say her name but nothing came out. You began to panic. Unable to move, unable to speak. In the corner of your eye, you saw a sudden glow come from Wanda. Then erratic movement. Tears sprang forth. It looked almost as if she was on fire. There was no screaming through, just the sound of Gracie’s scribbling as drew quickly, concerningly so.

You went to stand but your legs didn’t move. Your arms the same. Stuck facing Gracie, you could look down enough to see that your arms were strapped to the chair. You shifted roughly. Nothing gave.

Gracie kept drawing. Wanda kept burning. Shehu was nowhere to be seen outside the windows. Raj couldn’t be heard anymore.

The scribbling grew louder & louder until it was screeching against the hardwood of the table. Blood began to pour from Gracie’s hands until the entire table was coated in it.

You were crying, screaming but no sound ever came. The screeching grew louder & louder until Gracie began to cry & cry & cry

And then a loud explosion sounded & everything turned white.

A sharp pain erupted through you & your head was forced upwards.

A heavy weight pressed against your back, crushing your ribs & lungs. You took in the room bleary eyed, horrified to wake to another nightmare.

The weight shifted & you cried.

“Fuck.” A pant sounded in your ear. Lloyd.

Another shift & your fingers curled, digging into the edge of the table, desperate for release.

Tears sprang forth at what was occurring.

Unlike the first time Lloyd had raped you, where you felt full. Now he was raping you, sodomizing you, & it made you feel completely hollowed out.

Empty cries left you as he pushed further in. It was a pain you never knew possible. A warm sensation dripped from where he penetrated you, & you knew it was blood.

Lloyd’s hand fisted your hair, forcing your neck up so he could bite down on your skin, his teeth sinking into the cut he had made at your apex earlier.

“I see Raj has never been here,” he thrusted once more, “before.”

Much like your dream, you couldn’t scream, couldn’t move. Only lie there & watch as your world came tumbling down.

Lloyd groaned in your ear, a smile in his breathy pants.

Your vision blurred at the intrusion, your muscles tightening around his girthy length. The blood acted as a lubricant as Lloyd fucked your ass with languid movement. The tension on your scalp from his grip never lessened as he used the length of her hair as a mean to hold onto you.

“Oh, c’mon, nanny. I thought you liked this kind of play.”

You said nothing, could say nothing. You were trapped in an endless loop of his cock stroking the walls of your hole, sinking deeper & deeper. Every thrust forcing you to deal with the nightmarish reality you were in. You were sure he was going to rip you entirely in two.

Lloyd must’ve grown annoyed at your lack of responding. So, he took to taking you harder. Slamming your head into the table, something you were momentarily thankful for as it took from the pain burning between your cheeks, he placed both hands on your hips, his nails digging into the skin there, as he began to pound you mercilessly.

You could feel the blood pooling below your hips, could hear it squelching as Lloyd fucked you raw, could even smell the metallic scent as it seeped into your sense, making you dizzy & nauseous.

There was nothing more that you wished then to pass out. Or, to even die.

Lloyd was right. You hadn’t cared about your well-being.

This wasn’t Gracie’s fault, you would never think that. But this is the role you signed up for. To protect her at all costs. You would never wish this on anyone, not even your worse enemy. But you were depleted entirely of energy & fight. You couldn’t anymore. You wanted to simply fall asleep & never wake up.

Lloyd’s movements began to speed up, finally forcing you to react. You cried out, never letting go of the table as he jackhammered into you. The burn was excruciating, absolutely nothing pleasurable about it. The first time Lloyd raped you was a walk in the park compared to his assault the second time around.

His hips began to jerk & you knew what would be coming next. You braced yourself to have enough strength for the final stretch. His hips slapped against the skin of your ass as he pushed himself as deep as he could possibly reach.

Another hand fisted in your hair & you blindly reached back, feeling the roots of your hair tug & snap.

“Fuckin’ good little nanny.” Lloyd panted as he thrusted into you once more with finality. A deep, almost painful sounding groan, bursting from his chest.

Your asshole throbbed, feeling Lloyd’s cock pulse within you as he spilled himself.

The hand in your hair released you, letting your head thump soundly against the metal table. Above you, Lloyd rested his chest along the length of your back, his hands mirroring yours as they hung limply on the sides.

You both were breathing heavily, him more so then you.

You swallowed, trying to damped your mouth, finding it to be dry, but you could produce no saliva. Lloyd rested his forehead near yours, shaking his head.

You didn’t know why he was shaking his & you didn’t care. You just wanted to be left alone.

“You’ll have to give Raj a piece of that when you make it back.”

If you make it back, you thought to yourself. What life was there for you after this? If you did make it out, & you highly doubted you would, the first thing you’d do when returning to Albania is walk towards the ocean. Just keep walking until the ground disappeared beneath you & the waves carried you into the deep.

Tears sprang forth as Lloyd shifted, pulling himself out. Once he finally did, you finally felt your body relax. The pain was still there, throbbing & unforgettable. But for now, in that moment, you allowed yourself to let go. Hoping, praying for a sleep you never woke from.

But the sound of Lloyd getting dressed, his belt clinking, forced your eyes to stay open. He may have more in store for you.

It wasn’t the torture you were expecting from him. There could be more.

But for the first time in a long time, relief flooded you when you saw in the corner of your eye as Lloyd approached the camera, turning it off.

You allowed your eyes to close, licking your lips with a parched tongue.

The biting tightness around your wrists & ankles began to disappear one by one. You needn’t open your eyes to know Lloyd was removing your restraints. He knew you weren’t a threat if you ever were one. He had done irreparable damage. You were done fighting…

A finger grazed your forehead, & you blearily opened your eyes. You couldn’t look him in the eye, so you settled on simply staring at the ugly patterns of his shirt.

“You did so well, _____.” He sounded almost proud, “Took it like a champ.”

Then he crouched & you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look him in the eye, “Bet you’re starting to wish you had protected yourself more now, aren’t you?”

Yes. No. You never regretted protected Gracie, it was your job. But Lloyd was right. Your well-being mattered too.

He sighed before standing. You kept your eyes closed, listening as he gathered up the items & returned them to the bag, followed by a zip. In your minds eye, you saw him stop near you again. A hand coasted over the skin of your ass. You bit your lip, anticipating a smack to the already used & abused area. But nothing came.

“Doherty will get you cleaned up. Tomorrow you go back to a regular schedule with the brat.”

You said nothing. You just wanted to sleep.

“What?” Lloyd questioned, “No more questions about Gracie?”

Tears slipped between your lids, a shudder passing through your body.

“Awh.” He faked sympathy, “Poor, little Gracie. Her nanny won’t be protecting her anymore, will she?”

He chuckled lowly to himself, his voice closer to you when he spoke next, “Should you tell her, or should I?”

When you said nothing, you could hear the smile in his voice, “I finally broke you, nanny.”

He was right. You were broken.

SOMETIME AFTER

The walk back to your hut had been much longer than the walk to the bunker. Every step you took sent a shock of pain up your spine. You paused many times to catch your breath, to feel between your legs for any more blood.

If you had any more fight in you, you would’ve been humiliated when Doherty came in to get you cleaned up & dressed. But you couldn’t feel anything.

Doherty brought you loose-fitting cotton pants & a white cropped tank top. There was no underwear.

 At one point in your walk to the hut, you were mildly surprised when Doherty reached out to catch you as you stumbled, the pain in your backside making a normal task beyond difficult. But you had shot him a mirthful glare.

Do not touch me.

He remained expressionless, as always.

You wished relief had flooded you upon sight of the hut, but nothing like it came. All you wanted was to sleep. Sleep for as long as you could.

A strained wince escaped you as you climbed the few steps up to the door. You let yourself in, not bothering to lock the door behind you, shuffling towards the single bed in the corner.

A patter of feet sounded from the back of the hut. Gracie appeared, racing around the corner until she saw you.

She was okay. She looked completely unharmed. Her bright smile that you loved so much breached her lips. She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around your hips, pressing your face into your belly, “I thought I’d never see you again.”

You didn’t hug her back. Couldn’t.

You glanced down at your, taking in the top of her head. She held on to you tightly. The arms around your hips squeezed, forcing a sharp sting to shoot up your spine. You hissed.

Gently placing your hands on her arms, you unlatched her hold on you. Gracie looked up at you with confusion in her eyes. You inhaled sharply, “I’m tired, Gracie.”

Letting her go, you shuffled past her, the bed the only object you wanted to cling yourself to.

“_____?” Gracie said behind you, “are you okay?”

Your knees met the soft, plushiness of the mattress & you fell forward. A small gasp left your lips as you adjusted comfortable on the bed, sure to put no pressure on your backside.

Gracie’s small steps approached you. With the last bit of strength you had, you held out your hand, palm up.

“Don’t.” Your voice was hoarse, “Go read, Gracie.”

A sniffle sounded from where she stood & you knew she must’ve been crying. You couldn’t comfort her. You couldn’t.

After a few seconds of silence, Gracie finally walked away, returning to the back of the hut.

You sighed deeply, curling your legs into your chest until you felt only warmth.

Then you closed your eyes, letting sleep find you, & hoping it never let you go.

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The Renegade

A Lloyd Hansen Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 8K

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[THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS REFERENCES TO & THEMES OF CHILD SEX-TRAFFICKING. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

“Target in sight.” You spoke flatly, zeroing in on the man you were hired to take out. The scope you looked through held steady as you controlled your breathing. A moment later, a pitched ring sounded in your ear followed by a command.

“Take the shot.”

Finger over the trigger, you inhaled evenly. With a soft, slow exhale, you pulled the trigger. A shot rang out. A man collapsed, his knees buckling. An eruption of screams & cries filled the square. You didn’t waste a second to admire your handiwork. You were hired for a reason, being one of the best snipers the world of rogue assassins had seen.

Dismantling your equipment, you calmly yet efficiently placed everything into the gun case beside your feet. If security for the square wasn’t already patrolling the nearby buildings, they would be soon. There were five city blocks between you & the square. Still, you couldn’t stall.

Snapping closed the lips on the case, you double checked that they were secure before hauling the case up & over your shoulder, the strap digging into your collarbone. Withstanding the discomfort, you escaped to the fire escape on the north side of the rooftop.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you reached the gap in the final landing where the ladder hung eight feet above the ground. Wasting no time, you swiftly climbed down before dropping the remaining distance, landing nimbly on your feet.

The streets of Brussels were relatively quiet for being midday. You needed to het out of sight. Fast. Once in an alleyway, you received confirmation that the target was dead then removed the earpiece, dropping it to the ground before stepping on it till you heard a distinct crunch. Those who had hired you would find a way to contact you with payment. You were not worried.

A block north from where you had taken the shot was a hotel. You managed to slip in inconspicuously. Had the gun case you were carrying looked like a typical gun case that wouldn’t have been the case; but you had invested in a custom made guitar case that would easily hold, secure, & disguise your rifle. Bypassing the front desk, you made your way to the elevators. When the doors dinged open you pressed for the garage level. As the elevator descended two floors underground, you bent a single knee, swinging your case to the front of your body.

Unzipping the front pocket, you pulled out your Beretta 92, confirming that it was loaded, the safety on. Tucking it into the back side of your pants, you were sure to cover it with your shirt before returning to a standing position. Just as you readjusted your case, the doors dinged open.

Crossing through the parking garage, you came up to a sleek BMW. The door was unlocked. Swinging open the drivers door, you unlocked the trunk. Once your case was tucked away in the back, you fished out the keys from the center console, started the engine, & exited the garage.

You could hear sirens in the distance but as you continued north & towards the edge of the city they became fainter & fainter. You were nearly on the highway when the car began to ring. ‘NO CALLER ID’ previewed on the center screen of the dashboard. Pressing the accept button on the steering wheel, you waited for those in charge to tell you what’s next. But a voice you hadn’t heard in a long time came through the speakers instead.

“Sunshine!” The deep, jovial voice greeted in a singsong tone, “Long time, no talk. Good job on taking out that crooked politician. The people of Belgium thank you.”

Why Lloyd Hansen knew your whereabouts as well as your mission was beyond you but you weren’t going to entertain him long enough to question him.

“I thought I told you I never wanted to hear from you again, Hansen.” You reminded him, imagining the cocky smile that was likely gracing his face as you said it.

“Oh, c’mon, sweetheart,” Before he even started you knew it was going to be a clever quip to follow next, “I told you I’m not the type to settle down. Gotta stay on my toes, make my rounds. It’s my duty.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing full well he knew what you were actually referring to, “Listen Hansen, I gotta be on a flight in an hour where I will then go underground for the next couple months so how ‘bout you cut the shit & tell me why you’re calling before I hang up.”

“I remember you being more fun,” He says your name, feigning hurt but fortunately gets to the point, “I got a job for you.”

Laughing sheepishly to yourself, flicking the turn signal to get in the fast lane, you bit your lip in disbelief, “When I said I never wanted to hear from you again it also included working for you. Unless, of course, you forgot about the last time.”

“You know I wouldn’t forget you so easily. You’re the one that got away.” He teased, “I still find myself thinking about my hands around your throat. I was so close.”

“Guess you’ll have to try & fail to kill me better next time.” You respond, a hint of amusement in your tone.

“That can be arranged.” He played along but continued with why he was calling, “Unfortunately, I do need you alive for this job.”

“Goodbye, Hansen.” You mocked his usual singsong greeting with a parting of your own, your thumb hovering above the ‘end call’ button.

“Three million.” He rushed out. You paused, letting his words sink in. Three million was almost worth facing the man who tried to kill you, betrayed you. After a few beats of silence you heard a soft chuckle emanate from his end of the line, “I have your attention now, don’t I?”

“I’m listening.” You said begrudgingly. You had been looking forward to going underground for a couple months, contemplating which national park in the world you’d go live off the grid on next. But three million… even Lloyd Hansen could get you to extend a work trip for that much.

“Great. Then you’ll be on the next flight to the big apple.”

“No, Hansen. You tell me the deal now or I drop the call & you’re stuck with the next guy.” He was silent so you continued, “And we both know whoever you sucker into working with you isn’t going to do nearly as good a job as I will.”

You heard his tongue click against his teeth, likely in contemplation, before he sighed, “All I’ll say is that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. You have an opportunity here to help me take out someone we both have wanted snuffed for a long, long time.”

There were few people you truly wanted to see dead. Sure, you were a killer yourself, but only because you were trained to be. You had no personal qualms towards hardly anyone & didn’t let yourself think deeply about who it was you were taking out. But of the ones you did want to see with a bullet ring still smoking from between their eyes, you’d jump at the chance.

“So,” he says your name whimsically, & you can hear the Cheshire cat grin in his voice, “will you be joining me, sunshine?”

Your plans to hike & camp out for months in a national park become smaller & smaller as you think of the faces you want see go gray, & the three million that would come with it. Exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, you hover your thumb over the ‘end call’ button, “I’ll see you in New York.”

Not waiting for his response, you end the conversation, following signs for Brussels international airport.

Navigating JFK airport is a shit-show but you manage to snake your way through the colossal amounts of travelers. Once you get through customs & security, you slip into a woman’s lavatory near baggage claim. Heading straight to the final stall, you flip up the toilet lid & press the handle down, the bathroom echoing with the sound of the flush. As the toilet shrieks, you remove the tank lid, dipping your hand in until your fingers felt plastic. Pulling out the bag, you open it, dropping into your hand an AMT Automag II. Before boarding your flight in Brussels, you had contacted a trusted colleague stationed in New York, asking them for a favor. As you double checked the magazine, feeling the weight of the pistol your hands, you were relieved they came through.

While you were confident enough to handle yourself without a weapon when it came to Lloyd Hansen, you weren’t going to chance it. You had made that mistake once before, a scar on left side of your chest, just below your collarbone was proof of it. Slipping the pistol into the neck of your combat boot, you returned the lid to the tank then slipped out of the bathroom, heading for the pick-up zone.

Once outside, you slipped on your shades. You were thankful for being in New York mid-autumn. There were few pleasures in life you allowed yourself to indulge in but fall on the east coast of the states was one of them. You supposed Lloyd at least unknowingly gave you something you craved deeply. Behind your shades, you peered into cars, looking for Hansen, but no luck. You figured you’d get a taxi & head to a reliable safe spot in the city, waiting for him to find a way to contact you, when you heard a whistle.

Just across the pick-up zone, stood Lloyd Hansen, leaning against the side of Mercedes. He wore a hideous vomit brown polo, paired with cream coloured slacks. As you crossed the road, you lowered your shades slightly as you looked him up & down. His hair was shorter & he had grown a ‘stache. You couldn’t believe you had slept with the man. He looked ridiculous.

Approaching your new boss, you tossed to him the other bag you had been carrying. It only held two days’ worth of clothes, you often traveled lightly. Hansen grunted as the bag slugged into his chest, “The fuck is this?”

Opening the back door to the Mercedes, you offered him a sweet smile, “My bad, I mistook you for the chauffeur.”

Hansen chuckled to himself once before heading for the trunk of the car. You slid into the back, listening as he tossed your bag into the trunk none so gently before joining you in the back. The driver pulled into traffic & you settled into your seat.

“My, my.” Lloyd began, his voice deep & sultry, “Time sure has been good to you, _____.”

“Wish I could say the same.” You countered, peering out the window, “A stache, Hansen? Now you really are as ugly on the outside as the in.”

“I sure have missed that mouth.” The inclination in his comment forced you to roll your eyes, angling your body so you could face him. He wasn’t in a rush to hide the fact that he had been undressing you with his eyes.

“I’m waiting.” You raised your brows in expectance. Lloyd laughed gently, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, alright then. I was getting impatient, too.”

To your surprise, Hansen closed the gap between the two of you, one hand falling to your thigh as his other grabbed the side of your neck. His lips were almost on yours when you shoved him back, “I meant for the details, shithead.”

A wide genial grin appeared on his damned handsome face as he readjusted in his seat, his hands help up in surrender, “My bad, sweetheart. I figured we had such a good roll last time that you’d want to start this one off on a similar note.”

“I’d rather fucking burn to death.”

His eyes flashed with hunger at your statement, “You know I’m privy to providing pain. Nothing I wouldn’t be happy to do for ya while I’m balls deep.”

You made a noise of disgust,  pushing yourself further away from him, “Keep your hands to yourself, Hansen or I will make it so you never fuck anything again.”

“Okay, okay.” His mustache wiggled atop his upper lip as he pursed his lips, “No sex. You really are no fun.”

Sighing heavily, you ignored his comment, watching as he pulled up a satchel from the floor of the car. Pulling out a manila folder, he tosses it into your lap, “Cassius Barron. Supposed philanthropist that has founded an organization that stops child sex-trafficking.”

You flip open the folder, the headshot of a middle-aged man in his 40’s is the first thing you see. Fingering through the documents, you feel your blood boil. You had no fucking clue who this guy was. Slapping the folder shut, you shoved it off your lap so it rested between you & Lloyd, “Damnit, Hansen. You said someone I want dead. Who the fuck is this? I didn’t fly in for this.”

“Now, hold on a minute.” He began, seemingly prepared for your reaction, “I know it’s not exactly who you had in mind.”

“Plus he stops child-sex trafficking. Why the fuck would I take him out?”

Hansen grinned devilishly, one that told you he knew more than you did, “You didn’t finish reading the files.” Taking the folder, Hansen flipped through the documents before pulling out a set of photos, handing them to you. You were tempted to reach for your gun, holding it to his head & demanding to be let out. But when his eyes met yours, you decided to smother the urge. Picking up the photos, you looked over them, a knot forming in your stomach at the content of them. Children. All of them roughly under the age of 12. The photos were screengrabs from what you imagined to be videos the sick fucks had recorded while they let grown men do what they did to them.

Tossing them, you felt bile rise in your throat. You had to give it to Hansen. He knew you well. You were a killer, an unsympathetic one at that. But children? Children you protected if you could help it. Especially with your childhood, not that you had much of one, sex-trafficking of little kids hit too close to home.

“Okay.” You responded hushed, “So his organization is an oxymoron.” Surveying the photos you hadn’t missed out on the face of Cassius Barron who was in a majority of the screengrabs.

“More than that.” Hansen replied, “All the money he makes goes to paying off the higher ups, the ones who matter, to turn a blind eye. A handful of investigative journalists have tried to expose him, all of which end up dead or missing. He’s untouchable. Hard to get close to.”

“Which is why you called me. I don’t even require being in the same room as him.”

Lloyd was quiet, too quiet. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Right?”

He gritted his teeth in fake shame, holding up a finger, “Now, listen. Before you get mad, hear me out.”

“Hansen…”

“His sexual preference lie with children, yes, but for his events, he always has a beautiful woman on his arm. That’s going to be you.”

“What. The. Fuck?” You exclaimed, “I don’t do close work, Hansen. I snipe. At a distance, across miles even. This is not what I do.”

“No, it’s not.” His expression grows serious, “But people like him, I know you make an exception for. That’s why I brought you on. No one will be as clean, quiet, & determined as you.” You stare at him hard, wishing he would burst into flames. “Nor as beautiful.”

“You lied.”

“For the benefit of the children.” Even you could tell he didn’t mean it as he said it, he wasn’t even bothering to try to convince you that that was why he was doing this.

“Why are you doing this? I know well enough that you’ve no care for kids. So why?”

“Same as everything else I do.” He returned the folder to the satchel, “Money. Let’s not forget that for taking out this pervert you get three million…”

The prospects of the job weighed heavily on you. Hell, you would’ve done it for next to nothing; taking down a child sex-trafficker would be your goddamn honor. But the three million wouldn’t hurt either.

“Fine.” You lean against your seat, your eyes returning to the window as the skyscrapers came into view, “Let’s take this fucker out.”

In your peripheral, you watched as Lloyd grew a grin so wicked it rivaled the devil.

“Have I told you how stunning you look, tonight.” Lloyd’s voice vibrated in your ear. Your heels clicked below you as you strolled up to a three story Tudor mansion where a plethora amount of people dressed for the black tie event you were attending stood about to socialize. Bypassing the doorman, who nodded at you, you entered the mansion. There were nearly 150 people in attendance. Finding Cassius Barron wouldn’t be the easiest but that’s why Lloyd was milling about amongst the attendees as well. He was your eyes.

“Thank you.” You replied, your lips unmoving as you smiled at a couple who offered a polite smile of their own.

“I was exploring earlier, found a sweet little private room on the third floor that overlooks the property. When you finish your mission, you could meet me there. We’ll have one more hurrah before you disappear.”

“Keep dreaming, Hansen.” A waiter passed by with a tray of wine glasses. You delicately fingered a stem, using the glass as a means to blend in with the rest of the crowd.

“You wound me, sweetheart.” Lloyd says coyly, “Fuck me. That dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”

At his comment, your eyes scanned the room until you found Lloyd. He was standing by himself at a raised table, his elbows resting on the top as he played with a toothpick over a martini glass. Though his back was to you, he was facing a wall of mirrors, his eyes trailing the length of you in the reflection. He winked when he finally reached your face, “Our boy Cash won’t be able to resist you.”

The dress you were forced into wearing for the night’s events was a glossy red slim fitting, silk number. It had spaghetti straps & an open back with a deep thigh slit. You had insisted that if you were to wear a dress, especially one that would be too tight to hide a pistol, you needed one with a slit. Just below the skirt of the dress, your left thigh was armored with a top grade knife holster that held a 12 inch Ka-Bar.

Bringing the wine glass to your lips, but not sipping the wine inside, you spoke, “Let me know when he arrives.”

“Way ahead of you.” Lloyd turned his body to survey the crowd. You slithered your way through, wanting to pose yourself somewhere in the center, that way Cassius Barron would notice you better.

After picking you up at the airport, Lloyd gave you the rundown on your mission. You were to appear at the event that Cassius would be attending to receive an award for his philanthropic work. There, you’d catch his eyes but play hard to get. According to Lloyd, he was hard to please, couldn’t make yourself too available for him. Then, once you had gained his trust, you’d insist on slipping off to a private room where Cassius would be under the impression he was getting laid when in reality you’d be unsheathing the blade packed snugly against your thigh & plunging it into his chest. Lloyd would then be waiting for you at the edge of the property where he would have a car waiting & the two of you would escape without notice. It sounded solid enough. But being in this business long enough you learned that hardly ever did things go according to plan.

“He’s already spotted you. Arrived a few minutes after I did.” He informed you. You reached the open bar, running your thumb along your lower lip as you spoke, “Where is he?”

“Your 5’o’clock.” He shared, “Damn, _____. Not even in the room for a minute & you’ve already ensnared the man by his dick.”

Your nose scrunched at the juvenile comment but chose to ignore it. Brushing your hair over your right shoulder, you subtly turned your head to peer over your shoulder. Sure enough, Cassius Barron has his eyes zeroed in on you; the people talking around him seemingly unaware of what had captured his attention enough that he didn’t bother to pretend to be listening. Your eyes met & you smirked alluringly, rotating your head to face forward, “So much for having to play hard to get.” You murmured.

“Can you blame him? I’ve been undressing you the second you walked in.”

Rolling your eyes, you questioned what Cassius was doing now.

“Heading your way. Time to play the game.” In the corner of your eye, you observed as Lloyd, in a fitted suit of his own that hugged his chest in all the right places, slipped out the way you had come in. You knew he wouldn’t go far; he’d be on standby nearby in case things went south. You took a small sip of your wine when you felt a presence appear behind you.

“Barkeep,” the deep voice sounded, “Gin & Dubbonet.”

You raised a single brow at the order. It wasn’t what you would have expected a pillar of the community to order but you also wouldn’t have pegged him for a child rapist either. Cassius Barron kept two feet of space as he mirrored you, resting his elbows on the bar, “Can I get you anything?”

You didn’t meet his eyes, instead running your index finger along the stem of the wine glass before you, “Thank you, but no. I loathe gin.”

The barkeep placed the drink in front of Cassius. He clicked his tongue in disappointment, “That’s too bad. This is what the Queen of England drinks. Figure if royalty drinks it, a beautiful woman such as yourself would indulge as well.”

“I’ve other areas of interest that I choose to expend my indulgence.” You replied, your voice smooth like whiskey. You finally met his eyes. Unlike Lloyd, his eyes weren’t straying to your body, remaining solely on your face. Cassius Barron was conventionally handsome for a man in his late 40’s. Had you been a normal woman who didn’t know his secret, you may have let him take you home, but fortunately you were this woman who knew all his dirty laundry.

“Is that so?” His lips turned up in the corners in a playful smile. You shrugged once, “Nothing someone like you would be interested in.”

“Someone like me?” He inched closer but not enough to touch, “You know of me.”

You faked a soft laugh, “Everyone knows who Cassius Barron is. You’re a hero.”

Cassius exhaled a half-laugh, dropping his eyes to his glass, “A hero, no. That’s just what the papers say. I really am a normal guy who has the platform to make changes. Important changes.”

Like using your organization to cover a sex-trafficking ring, you wanted to spit but left the comment on the back of your tongue.

“I find that hard to believe.” You say, looking over your shoulder to gaze at all the privileged & elite members of the community mingling behind you, “Everyone here is to celebrate you.”

“And others.” He reminds you, to which you concede.

“Still, that’s not a very ‘normal guy’ thing.” You counter. Cassius smiles, showing off a perfect set of straight, white teeth. You couldn’t wait to see them stained red as he choked on his own blood.

“No? What is then?” He reached out a hand, his index finger running along the seam of your dress. You smirked triumphantly to yourself. You had him. Biting your lip seductively, you gently pushed your glass away from you before turning to face him fully, “The ceremony doesn’t start for another twenty minutes..”

“Yes.” He nods, his eyes understanding what you were saying.

“What do you say you show me your favorite room in this mansion?”

Cassius Barron mimics your lip bite before tossing the rest of his drink down his throat. He drops a twenty dollar bill on the bar before offering his hand, “Follow me.”

Taking his hand, you stare at him flirtatiously behind your lashes. He’s barely brought the two of you to the landing of the second floor when you feel his hands on your waist, pulling you against him. His lips are on your neck & you feign a giggle, pressing your hand against his chest, “I’m no wonton hussy, Cassius Barron. Show me to a proper room. Like a lady.”

He smirks against your neck, his lips reluctantly leaving your throat as he pulls you further away from the stairs, from the party. It’s dark on the second level, for that you’re grateful as it’ll make your escape easier. Another fortunate turn of events for you is that Cassius came to you so easily; you had hardly been in the room for five minutes before he led you away. When his body would be found later, no one would be none the wiser about the woman in red.

Cassius swings open a door at the end of the hallway, pulling you in behind him. He maneuvers the door shut by pressing your body against it. You huff out a breath as he begins hiking up the skirt of your dress. Your heart spikes when you remember the Ka-Bar lying in wait on your thigh. Pushing his hands off your form, you gently push against him, “Lay on the bed.”

He pauses in his actions, his gaze leering over you in intrigue. You also note a hint of suspicion. But you dart a tongue you, swiping your lower tongue. His eyes flick to the movement. “Please.”

Reluctantly, he lets you go, walking backwards slowly as he removes his suit jacket, loosening the bow tie he sported. Fingering the lock on the door, ensuring it was locked, you sauntered after him. Once his knees hit the bed, he sat, his eyes never leaving the contours of your curves as you approached him. When you were standing before him, you rested your hands on his head, fingering his hair, slowly letting your hands fall as your fingers grazed the sides of his face down to his chest. You shoved him back abruptly. A surprised laugh erupted from him but he welcomed your advances nonetheless.

“Is this one of your interests?” He questioned, “Putting a man in his place.”

“One of them.” You whispered as you raised your skirt enough allow yourself to straddle him. As you secured your thighs on either side of his hips, you ground yourself against him. He groaned at the action, bringing his hands up to grip your hips in delight. You felt his excitement & you ground against him for a second time.

“Fuck.” He hissed out, his eyes staring up at you in a hooded, lustful gaze. You took each hand of his from your body & rested them along his sides. Still holding onto his wrists, you leaned forward until your clothed breasts brushed against his chest, your lips at his ear, “But I can show you another.”

“Yes.” He replied in a rush, “Show me.”

A coy, knowing smile graced your lips. He was easy, too easy. But you wouldn’t question it. This was your job.

“You have to close your eyes.”

Cassius appeared hesitant but when you ground your crotch against his own, he growled deeply, “As you wish.”

Once his eyes closed, you released him but not before telling him to keep his hands to himself. Dropping your lips from his ear, you began peppering light kisses along his jawline. Little did he know, as you were using your mouth on him, your hand was slipping into the slit of your dress, unlatching the Ka-Bar in its sheathed hiding spot. Quietly & carefully you rotated the knife until the handle of it was held comfortably in your grip.

“Want to know another interest of mine?” You asked, slowly bringing the knife to your front. He swallowed but kept his eyes closed, “Let me guess, handcuffs.”

You laughed once, your voice dropping from that of a seductress to that of a killer, “I enjoy killing rapists.”

At that his brows creased in confusion, “What are you—”. He opened his eyes which bulged at the sight of the knife glinting, “No!” He cried out, attempting to shove you off him but not before you plunged the knife into chest. Due to his sudden erratic movement you missed his heart, but still, it would get the job done. Cassius cried out covering his stab wound with his hand, looking up at you incredulously, “I’m not…a…rapist.”

“No?” You counter, “Then why do I have photos of you doing exactly that. To children, no less. You’re a fake.”

With a hiss, you removed yourself from being on top of him, re-sheathing the Ka-Bar in your holster. Cassius coughed then winced. His pristine white shirt was soaked in his blood. It wouldn’t be long now.

“That’s not… me.” He grunted in pain, “My…brother.”

“Brother?” You question, only half-listening to the words of a dying man.

“Twin…brother.” His proclamation sends a shiver through your body, “Marius. Marius Barron, my brother. He’s who you’re looking for, not me!”

“No, no.” You began, not wanting to believe him. You didn’t make mistakes, not like this. But Lloyd… “You use this organization as a front for what you really do.”

“No!” He shouted trying to lean up but cried out & fell onto his back, “I created this organization to stop him. He’s the monster here, not…me.”

The information you had heard was digesting. No, no, no. You got the right guy, he’s only lying, trying to save his ass. But why would he lie? He’s a dying man. He’d admit to it if it was indeed him.

“Lena..” He gasped. You stepped forward, noting that he was on the edge, “Whose Lena?”

“My daughter…” Cassius gritted his teeth, “Marius threatened to take her. Told me to keep an eye on her or else she’d be gone one day.”

“Where is she?” You exclaimed, leaning forward, not thinking as you placed your hands on his stab wound in an effort to stop the blood. But you knew it was too late.

“Here..” His voice was fading, “She’s…here.”

Cassius Barron shallowed breathing stopped, his eyes glazing over. He was dead. The world spun as you stood, trying to catch your breath. Did Lloyd know? Hurriedly leaving the room, sure that you were alone in the hallway, you spoke, “Hansen! Hansen, come in. It’s done.”

Nothing. “Hansen, answer me! Where are you?” A regretful knot formed in the pit of your stomach. Losing the earpiece, you raced down the hallway, down the stairs, & out the door. Rounding to the side of it, you peered into the distance. It was dark out but you could make out a half mile away as Lloyd stood at the end of a tree line. Next to him was another man, who appeared to be holding the body of a young girl.

Lloyd waved to you once. Then he, the man, & the girl disappeared in the trees.

“Damnit!” You cursed, wishing than nothing more that you had your gear on you, knowing full well that you’d be able to take him out from this distance. But Lloyd Hansen was right, he knew who to hire for this job, he knew what strengths of yours to take away. But you hadn’t lost yet. You knew where they were going to be.

Kicking off your heels & shredding the skirt of your dress so you could stretch your legs, you took off for the tree line on the north side of the property. Diving into the woods, you could hardly make out any obstacles in your way as you sped through the foliage in the dark. You could feel your legs & feet getting nicked & pricked by branches but pushed through, determined to get to the back road that lined the outskirts of the property. It was their only exit point.

You were unsure how far you were from the road but when you heard the revving of an engine being jostled by an uneven road, you knew you were close. Pumping your legs, you pushed yourself to run faster. You had a small window to stop them. Through the trees maybe a quarter of a mile to your left, you saw headlights. This was it. With a last burst of energy, you raced to the edge of the tree line. Just as the large SUV was approaching where you were running, you burst out, throwing your body onto the road. You hadn’t had time to think about what you were doing, knowing that this could be the last thing you ever did, but you weren’t going to give up. Lloyd Hansen would not get away again.

Fortunately, as you threw your body in front of the SUV, instead of getting run over, the vehicle swerved abruptly, missing you barely, before it went off the road & crashed head on into a tree at 60 mph. You waited a moment as the dirt in the air settled, rising to your feet. The SUV was totaled, it’s horn blaring & smoke billowing out from the under the hood. You approached it slowly. The driver’s side was closer. You unsheathed the Ka-Bar, gripping it tightly as you stepped up. Looking through the window, you grimaced slightly at the sight of a tree branch that had piercing the neck of the driver. Blood splattered on the window. Good, one down.

“Goddamnit!” Through the window, you saw as Lloyd fell out the other side, disappearing from sight. Slowly, you inched along the side of the vehicle, your knife at the ready in a defensive position. He would have a gun. You needed to be smart about this.

“You fucking bitch!” He shouted, followed by the sound of his feet scuffling on the forest floor as he found his grounding, “I should’ve killed you the first time.”

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, You responded internally. You paused at the rear of the SUV when you heard the back door open, followed by the squeal of a young girl.

“Hansen, don’t do it!” You shouted, giving away your position.

“Come on out, doll-face. Face me like a man.” Lloyd, despite what was occurring, still managed a jovial tone.

Stepping out from behind the SUV, you brought up the knife. Lloyd stood, barely, as blood seeped from the bridge of his nose. It had broken. You grinned at that. But in front of him he held a young girl, roughly 12 years old, his hand gripping her firmly under chin, holding her against him. His other hand held a knife to her throat, “Stop right there, sunshine.”

“A kid, Hansen?” You sneered, “That’s low, still. Even for you.”

“I told you,” He glared at you hotly, “I don’t care who or what or why. I care about my money.”

“You’re sick.” He grinned maniacally at that. He eyed your knife, “Drop it or I slit her neck so deep she’ll be nearly headless.”

The girl cried out, trying to fight against Lloyd’s relentless hold on her. Your eyes fell to her & anguish filled you, “What are you planning on doing with her otherwise?”

“You know what.” Lloyd responded knowingly, “Her uncle paid a pretty penny to have her & his brother off his back. Thinks she’ll make him a lot of money.”

The confession made your stomach churn, “And you? How much money are you getting?”

Lloyd spit out blood that had been collecting in his mouth from his broken nose, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.”

“I was set up.” You stated.

“From the beginning.” He confirmed, “Had you remained in that room back there any longer you would’ve been found out. That was the plan. But I’m guessing something changed while you were in there, something that turned you onto me.”

“Fuckin’ A.” You replied, taking a step forward. Lloyd narrowed his eyes at your movement, taking a step back himself, his knife still at the girls’ neck, “And this time, I’m going to kill you.”

“Sure you will, sweetheart.”

Taking him by surprise, you flew towards him. The move startled him & he stumbled backwards, a tree root sticking out forced him to trip. He & the girl went down. In the fall, you noted that his knife & flown from his gap a good five feet away. Taking advantage of this moment, you swiped the girl up by her arm, pushing her behind you. Lloyd grunted in frustration at how fast you moved.

“Run.” You reached out to the girl behind you, pushing her towards the road, “Run until you get to the mansion. Go. Now!” You didn’t look behind you as you heard small footfalls rush away.

Lloyd was sitting up now, glaring behind you, “That’s my six million you just let loose.”

“Oops.” You shrug, never taking your eyes off him.

Lloyd rolled to his side, using his fists to leap up into a standing position. As he stood, he swiped at his face, peering at the blood he found there, “Do you know how much it’s going to cost to fix this?”

“I wouldn’t worry about money if I were you, Hansen.” You shook your head, “You’re never going to see a dime ever again.”

He craned his head back, staring at the trees, a smile on his face, “Alright, sunshine. You wanna fight?” He dropped his head, turning to face you head on, “Let’s fight.”

Quickly stepping forward, you swiped at him & he jumped back, barely dodging it. Taking advantage of the incline you had over him thanks to the forest floor, you kicked out your other leg, hitting him squarely in the chest. He stumbled back slightly but not before gripping your ankle before you could bring it back. He pulled you forward & you dropped your weight. It was probably a stupid move but he wasn’t in the best shape, you had to do with that you thought best. He yanked you towards him, dragging your body along the ground. When you were just beneath him, you used your other leg to kick him in the side of the head.

Lloyd hissed, letting go of you as he got knocked to a single knee. Rolling forward, you brought the knife down, plunging it into the foot he planted on the ground. A howl erupted from him, his forearm connecting with your chest, shoving you back. You lost grip on the knife & fell. Lloyd grunted then screamed as he removed the knife from his leather-bound encased foot. You swiftly got to your feet, backing up. To your surprise, Lloyd tossed the knife into the darkness of the forest. He rose to his feet, wincing as he sneered at you from under his heated gaze, “I’m going to really enjoy killing you for a second time.”

“I’m going to enjoy seeing you fail for a second time.”

Lloyd rushed at you, his shoulder knocking the wind out of you as he rammed it into your gut. You gasped in pain as you fell flat on your back. He fell on top of you, crawling his way up your body. You brought your knee up, digging it into his liver. Lloyd cursed out, reaching up to smack you with the heel of his hand. You cried out, feeling your nose throbbing from the assault. In an instant, you felt him grip the thigh of the knee you dug into his side, forcing it against the forest floor. The angle shot pain into your hips & you winced, using the pain as a source of energy to throw your elbow into his nose. A shout exploded from him as you heard a solid crunch.

“Quit with the nose!” A small smile appeared on your face but only for a moment as Lloyd pressed his weight on top of yours, his hands grasping your wrists, holding you in place. No, no, NO! You tried to wrap your legs around him in a final attempt to gain the upper hand but no luck. Lloyd’s hands found their ways to your throat, a feeling you had never wanted to feel again. He squeezed tightly, forcing you to bring your nails up & claw them down his face. He gritted his teeth as blood trails followed in the wake of your nails but he pushed through the pain. Your vision was beginning to fade at the edges.

You told yourself that you at least saved that little girl. It was the least you could do since you killed her father. Her innocent father. All because you foolishly trusted Lloyd Hanses. For the last time too. Though your vision was fading, you could make out the victorious smile that graced his broken face.

“Fuck—” You grunted hoarsely, “you.”

Lloyd bit his lip, his grip tightening. This was it. You had lost.

Then suddenly, you could breathe. Air rushed into your lungs as you coughed, your hands raising to your neck to feel that Lloyd’s hands had disappeared. But he hadn’t. He was still on top of you, but this time a mischievous & dangerous expression dressed his features. “You’re right.”

The sound of fabric tearing raised alarms in your brain as you slowly gained awareness of what was happening. Lloyd tore your dress from the neck of it down to the end you had made in a moment of spontaneity. You hadn’t bothered with a bra since the dress was an open back & slim fitting. The sudden exposure to the cool, autumn air forced your skin to erupt with goosebumps & your nipples to pebble.

“Hansen, what the hell are you doing?” You exclaimed, horrified by the change in his character.

“What does it look like?” He responded, snapping the flimsy threading of your thong from your hips, “I’ve been dying to feel your cunt around my cock again. It’d be a shame to kill you without experiencing it one more time.”

“No!” You shouted, lifting your hips in a desperate attempt to get him off you. But Lloyd Hansen was immovable as he brought a hand to your throat, securing you in place as he reached between your bodies. You heard the unsnapping of buttons as he undid his pants followed by a slight whisper of fabric as he pushed his pants & briefs past his hips. “Hansen, don’t!”

“’Hansen, don’t!’” He mocked you. You felt him prodding at your entrance, blindly finding it in the dark. You shook your head, finding it unbelievable that you were, yet again, under Lloyd Hansen. You wished he had killed you instead. Lloyd gripped your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin, forcing you took look at him. A darkness came over him as you sneered up at him, “Hansen do.”

With a single thrust, Lloyd sheathed himself within you. The unexpected invasion forced a muffled screech from you. Your dry walls fought against the assault, burning & stretching to accommodate him. Lloyd dropped his head, his breath hot on your neck as he groaned loudly, “Fuck.” He rested on an elbow, raising his head to stare into your eyes, “I never forgot about how good,” He forced himself deeper, making you wince, “this felt.”

Your hips cried in pain as he forced your legs to spread wider. You shook of his hands as he caressed your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to ignore what was happening to you. But the feel of him was relentless as he pounded into you, the sounds of flesh slapping invading your ears. Lloyd gripped your side, his hand engulfing your ribcage as he found his center to continue raping you. You shivered beneath him, trying to block him out. But he wouldn’t have it.

“Sunshine, sweetheart,” He said your name as he began to slow, “C’mon, you remember how good it was. Relax. Let me make you feel good.”

You continued to ignore him until you felt his fingers prodding between your abdomens. You gasped, knowing what exactly he was intending. Shooting out a hand, you gripped his bicep, begging him, “Hansen, don’t, please. Just.. fucking get it over with!”

“Trying to, beautiful.” He smirked, his wide grin the only thing you could focus on, “But you know I only get off if you do.”

Your plead was muffled as he covered your mouth with his hand, the other one finding your bundle of nerves. A flood of warmth filled you as his fingers poked & prodded, but all of it eliciting an unwelcome sensational feeling. Lloyd stared deeply into your eyes as he continued fucking you, his fingers drawing pronounced focused circle on your clit. Soon enough, the feel of his cock began to make you moan. At that point he withdrew his hand, “Let me hear you, sunshine. You know I love to make you cry.”

Another moan escaped your mouth. Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to fight off the impending orgasm. Lloyd must’ve been able to tell you were close though because he picked up his speed, his hips slamming deliciously--& regretfully—against your own. His fingers changed direction & the change pushed you to the edge. You came around Lloyd Hansen’s cock. Hard. You cried out, feeling your walls pulse & shake as the orgasm you tried to fight off overtook your body. Lloyd watched you come around him, his eyes never leaving your face.

His movement became more choppy as he chased his high. His hands found your throat again as he rammed you. Now that you had come, the pain had returned with a vengeance. You could feel his need & hunger to cause you great pain. You wished the earth would open up & swallow you. But you trapped right there. Underneath Lloyd Hansen & his ridiculous bloody mustache. Lloyd’s hands tightened around you as he pushed himself inside you once more, a vein popping in his neck as he came. He breathed out heavily, followed by a few grunts as he began to languidly move his hips. Your throat burned, desperate for air. Your hands clawed at his own until he finally released you, collapsing on top of you.

You both were breathing heavily, trying to catch calm your beating hearts. You felt a rumbling as he began to chuckle. He leaned onto on arm, raising himself up enough to look down at you. What you saw on his face made you sick. He looked at you almost… adoringly. He patted your head, nodding to himself, “I can’t kill you.”

The beating of your heart stopped at his unexpected proclamation. You felt his semen seeping out of your swollen & abused cunt, forcing more tears from your eyes as he brushed his fingers over you lips. He grinned playfully, “No, I’m gonna keep you.”

You felt him grow hard again within you, his hips beginning to move slowly.

“I’m never gonna stop,” He dropped his head so his mouth was at your ear, “Never gonna stop craving this pussy.”

A final cry escaped from your mouth at his words. His hands gripped your hips as he started to fuck you again, “I’m going to remind you of all the fun we had.”

Your final mistake would be trusting Lloyd Hansen.

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The Renegade

A Lloyd Hansen Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 8K

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[THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS REFERENCES TO & THEMES OF CHILD SEX-TRAFFICKING. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

“Target in sight.” You spoke flatly, zeroing in on the man you were hired to take out. The scope you looked through held steady as you controlled your breathing. A moment later, a pitched ring sounded in your ear followed by a command.

“Take the shot.”

Finger over the trigger, you inhaled evenly. With a soft, slow exhale, you pulled the trigger. A shot rang out. A man collapsed, his knees buckling. An eruption of screams & cries filled the square. You didn’t waste a second to admire your handiwork. You were hired for a reason, being one of the best snipers the world of rogue assassins had seen.

Dismantling your equipment, you calmly yet efficiently placed everything into the gun case beside your feet. If security for the square wasn’t already patrolling the nearby buildings, they would be soon. There were five city blocks between you & the square. Still, you couldn’t stall.

Snapping closed the lips on the case, you double checked that they were secure before hauling the case up & over your shoulder, the strap digging into your collarbone. Withstanding the discomfort, you escaped to the fire escape on the north side of the rooftop.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you reached the gap in the final landing where the ladder hung eight feet above the ground. Wasting no time, you swiftly climbed down before dropping the remaining distance, landing nimbly on your feet.

The streets of Brussels were relatively quiet for being midday. You needed to het out of sight. Fast. Once in an alleyway, you received confirmation that the target was dead then removed the earpiece, dropping it to the ground before stepping on it till you heard a distinct crunch. Those who had hired you would find a way to contact you with payment. You were not worried.

A block north from where you had taken the shot was a hotel. You managed to slip in inconspicuously. Had the gun case you were carrying looked like a typical gun case that wouldn’t have been the case; but you had invested in a custom made guitar case that would easily hold, secure, & disguise your rifle. Bypassing the front desk, you made your way to the elevators. When the doors dinged open you pressed for the garage level. As the elevator descended two floors underground, you bent a single knee, swinging your case to the front of your body.

Unzipping the front pocket, you pulled out your Beretta 92, confirming that it was loaded, the safety on. Tucking it into the back side of your pants, you were sure to cover it with your shirt before returning to a standing position. Just as you readjusted your case, the doors dinged open.

Crossing through the parking garage, you came up to a sleek BMW. The door was unlocked. Swinging open the drivers door, you unlocked the trunk. Once your case was tucked away in the back, you fished out the keys from the center console, started the engine, & exited the garage.

You could hear sirens in the distance but as you continued north & towards the edge of the city they became fainter & fainter. You were nearly on the highway when the car began to ring. ‘NO CALLER ID’ previewed on the center screen of the dashboard. Pressing the accept button on the steering wheel, you waited for those in charge to tell you what’s next. But a voice you hadn’t heard in a long time came through the speakers instead.

“Sunshine!” The deep, jovial voice greeted in a singsong tone, “Long time, no talk. Good job on taking out that crooked politician. The people of Belgium thank you.”

Why Lloyd Hansen knew your whereabouts as well as your mission was beyond you but you weren’t going to entertain him long enough to question him.

“I thought I told you I never wanted to hear from you again, Hansen.” You reminded him, imagining the cocky smile that was likely gracing his face as you said it.

“Oh, c’mon, sweetheart,” Before he even started you knew it was going to be a clever quip to follow next, “I told you I’m not the type to settle down. Gotta stay on my toes, make my rounds. It’s my duty.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing full well he knew what you were actually referring to, “Listen Hansen, I gotta be on a flight in an hour where I will then go underground for the next couple months so how ‘bout you cut the shit & tell me why you’re calling before I hang up.”

“I remember you being more fun,” He says your name, feigning hurt but fortunately gets to the point, “I got a job for you.”

Laughing sheepishly to yourself, flicking the turn signal to get in the fast lane, you bit your lip in disbelief, “When I said I never wanted to hear from you again it also included working for you. Unless, of course, you forgot about the last time.”

“You know I wouldn’t forget you so easily. You’re the one that got away.” He teased, “I still find myself thinking about my hands around your throat. I was so close.”

“Guess you’ll have to try & fail to kill me better next time.” You respond, a hint of amusement in your tone.

“That can be arranged.” He played along but continued with why he was calling, “Unfortunately, I do need you alive for this job.”

“Goodbye, Hansen.” You mocked his usual singsong greeting with a parting of your own, your thumb hovering above the ‘end call’ button.

“Three million.” He rushed out. You paused, letting his words sink in. Three million was almost worth facing the man who tried to kill you, betrayed you. After a few beats of silence you heard a soft chuckle emanate from his end of the line, “I have your attention now, don’t I?”

“I’m listening.” You said begrudgingly. You had been looking forward to going underground for a couple months, contemplating which national park in the world you’d go live off the grid on next. But three million… even Lloyd Hansen could get you to extend a work trip for that much.

“Great. Then you’ll be on the next flight to the big apple.”

“No, Hansen. You tell me the deal now or I drop the call & you’re stuck with the next guy.” He was silent so you continued, “And we both know whoever you sucker into working with you isn’t going to do nearly as good a job as I will.”

You heard his tongue click against his teeth, likely in contemplation, before he sighed, “All I’ll say is that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. You have an opportunity here to help me take out someone we both have wanted snuffed for a long, long time.”

There were few people you truly wanted to see dead. Sure, you were a killer yourself, but only because you were trained to be. You had no personal qualms towards hardly anyone & didn’t let yourself think deeply about who it was you were taking out. But of the ones you did want to see with a bullet ring still smoking from between their eyes, you’d jump at the chance.

“So,” he says your name whimsically, & you can hear the Cheshire cat grin in his voice, “will you be joining me, sunshine?”

Your plans to hike & camp out for months in a national park become smaller & smaller as you think of the faces you want see go gray, & the three million that would come with it. Exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, you hover your thumb over the ‘end call’ button, “I’ll see you in New York.”

Not waiting for his response, you end the conversation, following signs for Brussels international airport.

Navigating JFK airport is a shit-show but you manage to snake your way through the colossal amounts of travelers. Once you get through customs & security, you slip into a woman’s lavatory near baggage claim. Heading straight to the final stall, you flip up the toilet lid & press the handle down, the bathroom echoing with the sound of the flush. As the toilet shrieks, you remove the tank lid, dipping your hand in until your fingers felt plastic. Pulling out the bag, you open it, dropping into your hand an AMT Automag II. Before boarding your flight in Brussels, you had contacted a trusted colleague stationed in New York, asking them for a favor. As you double checked the magazine, feeling the weight of the pistol your hands, you were relieved they came through.

While you were confident enough to handle yourself without a weapon when it came to Lloyd Hansen, you weren’t going to chance it. You had made that mistake once before, a scar on left side of your chest, just below your collarbone was proof of it. Slipping the pistol into the neck of your combat boot, you returned the lid to the tank then slipped out of the bathroom, heading for the pick-up zone.

Once outside, you slipped on your shades. You were thankful for being in New York mid-autumn. There were few pleasures in life you allowed yourself to indulge in but fall on the east coast of the states was one of them. You supposed Lloyd at least unknowingly gave you something you craved deeply. Behind your shades, you peered into cars, looking for Hansen, but no luck. You figured you’d get a taxi & head to a reliable safe spot in the city, waiting for him to find a way to contact you, when you heard a whistle.

Just across the pick-up zone, stood Lloyd Hansen, leaning against the side of Mercedes. He wore a hideous vomit brown polo, paired with cream coloured slacks. As you crossed the road, you lowered your shades slightly as you looked him up & down. His hair was shorter & he had grown a ‘stache. You couldn’t believe you had slept with the man. He looked ridiculous.

Approaching your new boss, you tossed to him the other bag you had been carrying. It only held two days’ worth of clothes, you often traveled lightly. Hansen grunted as the bag slugged into his chest, “The fuck is this?”

Opening the back door to the Mercedes, you offered him a sweet smile, “My bad, I mistook you for the chauffeur.”

Hansen chuckled to himself once before heading for the trunk of the car. You slid into the back, listening as he tossed your bag into the trunk none so gently before joining you in the back. The driver pulled into traffic & you settled into your seat.

“My, my.” Lloyd began, his voice deep & sultry, “Time sure has been good to you, _____.”

“Wish I could say the same.” You countered, peering out the window, “A stache, Hansen? Now you really are as ugly on the outside as the in.”

“I sure have missed that mouth.” The inclination in his comment forced you to roll your eyes, angling your body so you could face him. He wasn’t in a rush to hide the fact that he had been undressing you with his eyes.

“I’m waiting.” You raised your brows in expectance. Lloyd laughed gently, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, alright then. I was getting impatient, too.”

To your surprise, Hansen closed the gap between the two of you, one hand falling to your thigh as his other grabbed the side of your neck. His lips were almost on yours when you shoved him back, “I meant for the details, shithead.”

A wide genial grin appeared on his damned handsome face as he readjusted in his seat, his hands help up in surrender, “My bad, sweetheart. I figured we had such a good roll last time that you’d want to start this one off on a similar note.”

“I’d rather fucking burn to death.”

His eyes flashed with hunger at your statement, “You know I’m privy to providing pain. Nothing I wouldn’t be happy to do for ya while I’m balls deep.”

You made a noise of disgust,  pushing yourself further away from him, “Keep your hands to yourself, Hansen or I will make it so you never fuck anything again.”

“Okay, okay.” His mustache wiggled atop his upper lip as he pursed his lips, “No sex. You really are no fun.”

Sighing heavily, you ignored his comment, watching as he pulled up a satchel from the floor of the car. Pulling out a manila folder, he tosses it into your lap, “Cassius Barron. Supposed philanthropist that has founded an organization that stops child sex-trafficking.”

You flip open the folder, the headshot of a middle-aged man in his 40’s is the first thing you see. Fingering through the documents, you feel your blood boil. You had no fucking clue who this guy was. Slapping the folder shut, you shoved it off your lap so it rested between you & Lloyd, “Damnit, Hansen. You said someone I want dead. Who the fuck is this? I didn’t fly in for this.”

“Now, hold on a minute.” He began, seemingly prepared for your reaction, “I know it’s not exactly who you had in mind.”

“Plus he stops child-sex trafficking. Why the fuck would I take him out?”

Hansen grinned devilishly, one that told you he knew more than you did, “You didn’t finish reading the files.” Taking the folder, Hansen flipped through the documents before pulling out a set of photos, handing them to you. You were tempted to reach for your gun, holding it to his head & demanding to be let out. But when his eyes met yours, you decided to smother the urge. Picking up the photos, you looked over them, a knot forming in your stomach at the content of them. Children. All of them roughly under the age of 12. The photos were screengrabs from what you imagined to be videos the sick fucks had recorded while they let grown men do what they did to them.

Tossing them, you felt bile rise in your throat. You had to give it to Hansen. He knew you well. You were a killer, an unsympathetic one at that. But children? Children you protected if you could help it. Especially with your childhood, not that you had much of one, sex-trafficking of little kids hit too close to home.

“Okay.” You responded hushed, “So his organization is an oxymoron.” Surveying the photos you hadn’t missed out on the face of Cassius Barron who was in a majority of the screengrabs.

“More than that.” Hansen replied, “All the money he makes goes to paying off the higher ups, the ones who matter, to turn a blind eye. A handful of investigative journalists have tried to expose him, all of which end up dead or missing. He’s untouchable. Hard to get close to.”

“Which is why you called me. I don’t even require being in the same room as him.”

Lloyd was quiet, too quiet. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Right?”

He gritted his teeth in fake shame, holding up a finger, “Now, listen. Before you get mad, hear me out.”

“Hansen…”

“His sexual preference lie with children, yes, but for his events, he always has a beautiful woman on his arm. That’s going to be you.”

“What. The. Fuck?” You exclaimed, “I don’t do close work, Hansen. I snipe. At a distance, across miles even. This is not what I do.”

“No, it’s not.” His expression grows serious, “But people like him, I know you make an exception for. That’s why I brought you on. No one will be as clean, quiet, & determined as you.” You stare at him hard, wishing he would burst into flames. “Nor as beautiful.”

“You lied.”

“For the benefit of the children.” Even you could tell he didn’t mean it as he said it, he wasn’t even bothering to try to convince you that that was why he was doing this.

“Why are you doing this? I know well enough that you’ve no care for kids. So why?”

“Same as everything else I do.” He returned the folder to the satchel, “Money. Let’s not forget that for taking out this pervert you get three million…”

The prospects of the job weighed heavily on you. Hell, you would’ve done it for next to nothing; taking down a child sex-trafficker would be your goddamn honor. But the three million wouldn’t hurt either.

“Fine.” You lean against your seat, your eyes returning to the window as the skyscrapers came into view, “Let’s take this fucker out.”

In your peripheral, you watched as Lloyd grew a grin so wicked it rivaled the devil.

“Have I told you how stunning you look, tonight.” Lloyd’s voice vibrated in your ear. Your heels clicked below you as you strolled up to a three story Tudor mansion where a plethora amount of people dressed for the black tie event you were attending stood about to socialize. Bypassing the doorman, who nodded at you, you entered the mansion. There were nearly 150 people in attendance. Finding Cassius Barron wouldn’t be the easiest but that’s why Lloyd was milling about amongst the attendees as well. He was your eyes.

“Thank you.” You replied, your lips unmoving as you smiled at a couple who offered a polite smile of their own.

“I was exploring earlier, found a sweet little private room on the third floor that overlooks the property. When you finish your mission, you could meet me there. We’ll have one more hurrah before you disappear.”

“Keep dreaming, Hansen.” A waiter passed by with a tray of wine glasses. You delicately fingered a stem, using the glass as a means to blend in with the rest of the crowd.

“You wound me, sweetheart.” Lloyd says coyly, “Fuck me. That dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”

At his comment, your eyes scanned the room until you found Lloyd. He was standing by himself at a raised table, his elbows resting on the top as he played with a toothpick over a martini glass. Though his back was to you, he was facing a wall of mirrors, his eyes trailing the length of you in the reflection. He winked when he finally reached your face, “Our boy Cash won’t be able to resist you.”

The dress you were forced into wearing for the night’s events was a glossy red slim fitting, silk number. It had spaghetti straps & an open back with a deep thigh slit. You had insisted that if you were to wear a dress, especially one that would be too tight to hide a pistol, you needed one with a slit. Just below the skirt of the dress, your left thigh was armored with a top grade knife holster that held a 12 inch Ka-Bar.

Bringing the wine glass to your lips, but not sipping the wine inside, you spoke, “Let me know when he arrives.”

“Way ahead of you.” Lloyd turned his body to survey the crowd. You slithered your way through, wanting to pose yourself somewhere in the center, that way Cassius Barron would notice you better.

After picking you up at the airport, Lloyd gave you the rundown on your mission. You were to appear at the event that Cassius would be attending to receive an award for his philanthropic work. There, you’d catch his eyes but play hard to get. According to Lloyd, he was hard to please, couldn’t make yourself too available for him. Then, once you had gained his trust, you’d insist on slipping off to a private room where Cassius would be under the impression he was getting laid when in reality you’d be unsheathing the blade packed snugly against your thigh & plunging it into his chest. Lloyd would then be waiting for you at the edge of the property where he would have a car waiting & the two of you would escape without notice. It sounded solid enough. But being in this business long enough you learned that hardly ever did things go according to plan.

“He’s already spotted you. Arrived a few minutes after I did.” He informed you. You reached the open bar, running your thumb along your lower lip as you spoke, “Where is he?”

“Your 5’o’clock.” He shared, “Damn, _____. Not even in the room for a minute & you’ve already ensnared the man by his dick.”

Your nose scrunched at the juvenile comment but chose to ignore it. Brushing your hair over your right shoulder, you subtly turned your head to peer over your shoulder. Sure enough, Cassius Barron has his eyes zeroed in on you; the people talking around him seemingly unaware of what had captured his attention enough that he didn’t bother to pretend to be listening. Your eyes met & you smirked alluringly, rotating your head to face forward, “So much for having to play hard to get.” You murmured.

“Can you blame him? I’ve been undressing you the second you walked in.”

Rolling your eyes, you questioned what Cassius was doing now.

“Heading your way. Time to play the game.” In the corner of your eye, you observed as Lloyd, in a fitted suit of his own that hugged his chest in all the right places, slipped out the way you had come in. You knew he wouldn’t go far; he’d be on standby nearby in case things went south. You took a small sip of your wine when you felt a presence appear behind you.

“Barkeep,” the deep voice sounded, “Gin & Dubbonet.”

You raised a single brow at the order. It wasn’t what you would have expected a pillar of the community to order but you also wouldn’t have pegged him for a child rapist either. Cassius Barron kept two feet of space as he mirrored you, resting his elbows on the bar, “Can I get you anything?”

You didn’t meet his eyes, instead running your index finger along the stem of the wine glass before you, “Thank you, but no. I loathe gin.”

The barkeep placed the drink in front of Cassius. He clicked his tongue in disappointment, “That’s too bad. This is what the Queen of England drinks. Figure if royalty drinks it, a beautiful woman such as yourself would indulge as well.”

“I’ve other areas of interest that I choose to expend my indulgence.” You replied, your voice smooth like whiskey. You finally met his eyes. Unlike Lloyd, his eyes weren’t straying to your body, remaining solely on your face. Cassius Barron was conventionally handsome for a man in his late 40’s. Had you been a normal woman who didn’t know his secret, you may have let him take you home, but fortunately you were this woman who knew all his dirty laundry.

“Is that so?” His lips turned up in the corners in a playful smile. You shrugged once, “Nothing someone like you would be interested in.”

“Someone like me?” He inched closer but not enough to touch, “You know of me.”

You faked a soft laugh, “Everyone knows who Cassius Barron is. You’re a hero.”

Cassius exhaled a half-laugh, dropping his eyes to his glass, “A hero, no. That’s just what the papers say. I really am a normal guy who has the platform to make changes. Important changes.”

Like using your organization to cover a sex-trafficking ring, you wanted to spit but left the comment on the back of your tongue.

“I find that hard to believe.” You say, looking over your shoulder to gaze at all the privileged & elite members of the community mingling behind you, “Everyone here is to celebrate you.”

“And others.” He reminds you, to which you concede.

“Still, that’s not a very ‘normal guy’ thing.” You counter. Cassius smiles, showing off a perfect set of straight, white teeth. You couldn’t wait to see them stained red as he choked on his own blood.

“No? What is then?” He reached out a hand, his index finger running along the seam of your dress. You smirked triumphantly to yourself. You had him. Biting your lip seductively, you gently pushed your glass away from you before turning to face him fully, “The ceremony doesn’t start for another twenty minutes..”

“Yes.” He nods, his eyes understanding what you were saying.

“What do you say you show me your favorite room in this mansion?”

Cassius Barron mimics your lip bite before tossing the rest of his drink down his throat. He drops a twenty dollar bill on the bar before offering his hand, “Follow me.”

Taking his hand, you stare at him flirtatiously behind your lashes. He’s barely brought the two of you to the landing of the second floor when you feel his hands on your waist, pulling you against him. His lips are on your neck & you feign a giggle, pressing your hand against his chest, “I’m no wonton hussy, Cassius Barron. Show me to a proper room. Like a lady.”

He smirks against your neck, his lips reluctantly leaving your throat as he pulls you further away from the stairs, from the party. It’s dark on the second level, for that you’re grateful as it’ll make your escape easier. Another fortunate turn of events for you is that Cassius came to you so easily; you had hardly been in the room for five minutes before he led you away. When his body would be found later, no one would be none the wiser about the woman in red.

Cassius swings open a door at the end of the hallway, pulling you in behind him. He maneuvers the door shut by pressing your body against it. You huff out a breath as he begins hiking up the skirt of your dress. Your heart spikes when you remember the Ka-Bar lying in wait on your thigh. Pushing his hands off your form, you gently push against him, “Lay on the bed.”

He pauses in his actions, his gaze leering over you in intrigue. You also note a hint of suspicion. But you dart a tongue you, swiping your lower tongue. His eyes flick to the movement. “Please.”

Reluctantly, he lets you go, walking backwards slowly as he removes his suit jacket, loosening the bow tie he sported. Fingering the lock on the door, ensuring it was locked, you sauntered after him. Once his knees hit the bed, he sat, his eyes never leaving the contours of your curves as you approached him. When you were standing before him, you rested your hands on his head, fingering his hair, slowly letting your hands fall as your fingers grazed the sides of his face down to his chest. You shoved him back abruptly. A surprised laugh erupted from him but he welcomed your advances nonetheless.

“Is this one of your interests?” He questioned, “Putting a man in his place.”

“One of them.” You whispered as you raised your skirt enough allow yourself to straddle him. As you secured your thighs on either side of his hips, you ground yourself against him. He groaned at the action, bringing his hands up to grip your hips in delight. You felt his excitement & you ground against him for a second time.

“Fuck.” He hissed out, his eyes staring up at you in a hooded, lustful gaze. You took each hand of his from your body & rested them along his sides. Still holding onto his wrists, you leaned forward until your clothed breasts brushed against his chest, your lips at his ear, “But I can show you another.”

“Yes.” He replied in a rush, “Show me.”

A coy, knowing smile graced your lips. He was easy, too easy. But you wouldn’t question it. This was your job.

“You have to close your eyes.”

Cassius appeared hesitant but when you ground your crotch against his own, he growled deeply, “As you wish.”

Once his eyes closed, you released him but not before telling him to keep his hands to himself. Dropping your lips from his ear, you began peppering light kisses along his jawline. Little did he know, as you were using your mouth on him, your hand was slipping into the slit of your dress, unlatching the Ka-Bar in its sheathed hiding spot. Quietly & carefully you rotated the knife until the handle of it was held comfortably in your grip.

“Want to know another interest of mine?” You asked, slowly bringing the knife to your front. He swallowed but kept his eyes closed, “Let me guess, handcuffs.”

You laughed once, your voice dropping from that of a seductress to that of a killer, “I enjoy killing rapists.”

At that his brows creased in confusion, “What are you—”. He opened his eyes which bulged at the sight of the knife glinting, “No!” He cried out, attempting to shove you off him but not before you plunged the knife into chest. Due to his sudden erratic movement you missed his heart, but still, it would get the job done. Cassius cried out covering his stab wound with his hand, looking up at you incredulously, “I’m not…a…rapist.”

“No?” You counter, “Then why do I have photos of you doing exactly that. To children, no less. You’re a fake.”

With a hiss, you removed yourself from being on top of him, re-sheathing the Ka-Bar in your holster. Cassius coughed then winced. His pristine white shirt was soaked in his blood. It wouldn’t be long now.

“That’s not… me.” He grunted in pain, “My…brother.”

“Brother?” You question, only half-listening to the words of a dying man.

“Twin…brother.” His proclamation sends a shiver through your body, “Marius. Marius Barron, my brother. He’s who you’re looking for, not me!”

“No, no.” You began, not wanting to believe him. You didn’t make mistakes, not like this. But Lloyd… “You use this organization as a front for what you really do.”

“No!” He shouted trying to lean up but cried out & fell onto his back, “I created this organization to stop him. He’s the monster here, not…me.”

The information you had heard was digesting. No, no, no. You got the right guy, he’s only lying, trying to save his ass. But why would he lie? He’s a dying man. He’d admit to it if it was indeed him.

“Lena..” He gasped. You stepped forward, noting that he was on the edge, “Whose Lena?”

“My daughter…” Cassius gritted his teeth, “Marius threatened to take her. Told me to keep an eye on her or else she’d be gone one day.”

“Where is she?” You exclaimed, leaning forward, not thinking as you placed your hands on his stab wound in an effort to stop the blood. But you knew it was too late.

“Here..” His voice was fading, “She’s…here.”

Cassius Barron shallowed breathing stopped, his eyes glazing over. He was dead. The world spun as you stood, trying to catch your breath. Did Lloyd know? Hurriedly leaving the room, sure that you were alone in the hallway, you spoke, “Hansen! Hansen, come in. It’s done.”

Nothing. “Hansen, answer me! Where are you?” A regretful knot formed in the pit of your stomach. Losing the earpiece, you raced down the hallway, down the stairs, & out the door. Rounding to the side of it, you peered into the distance. It was dark out but you could make out a half mile away as Lloyd stood at the end of a tree line. Next to him was another man, who appeared to be holding the body of a young girl.

Lloyd waved to you once. Then he, the man, & the girl disappeared in the trees.

“Damnit!” You cursed, wishing than nothing more that you had your gear on you, knowing full well that you’d be able to take him out from this distance. But Lloyd Hansen was right, he knew who to hire for this job, he knew what strengths of yours to take away. But you hadn’t lost yet. You knew where they were going to be.

Kicking off your heels & shredding the skirt of your dress so you could stretch your legs, you took off for the tree line on the north side of the property. Diving into the woods, you could hardly make out any obstacles in your way as you sped through the foliage in the dark. You could feel your legs & feet getting nicked & pricked by branches but pushed through, determined to get to the back road that lined the outskirts of the property. It was their only exit point.

You were unsure how far you were from the road but when you heard the revving of an engine being jostled by an uneven road, you knew you were close. Pumping your legs, you pushed yourself to run faster. You had a small window to stop them. Through the trees maybe a quarter of a mile to your left, you saw headlights. This was it. With a last burst of energy, you raced to the edge of the tree line. Just as the large SUV was approaching where you were running, you burst out, throwing your body onto the road. You hadn’t had time to think about what you were doing, knowing that this could be the last thing you ever did, but you weren’t going to give up. Lloyd Hansen would not get away again.

Fortunately, as you threw your body in front of the SUV, instead of getting run over, the vehicle swerved abruptly, missing you barely, before it went off the road & crashed head on into a tree at 60 mph. You waited a moment as the dirt in the air settled, rising to your feet. The SUV was totaled, it’s horn blaring & smoke billowing out from the under the hood. You approached it slowly. The driver’s side was closer. You unsheathed the Ka-Bar, gripping it tightly as you stepped up. Looking through the window, you grimaced slightly at the sight of a tree branch that had piercing the neck of the driver. Blood splattered on the window. Good, one down.

“Goddamnit!” Through the window, you saw as Lloyd fell out the other side, disappearing from sight. Slowly, you inched along the side of the vehicle, your knife at the ready in a defensive position. He would have a gun. You needed to be smart about this.

“You fucking bitch!” He shouted, followed by the sound of his feet scuffling on the forest floor as he found his grounding, “I should’ve killed you the first time.”

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, You responded internally. You paused at the rear of the SUV when you heard the back door open, followed by the squeal of a young girl.

“Hansen, don’t do it!” You shouted, giving away your position.

“Come on out, doll-face. Face me like a man.” Lloyd, despite what was occurring, still managed a jovial tone.

Stepping out from behind the SUV, you brought up the knife. Lloyd stood, barely, as blood seeped from the bridge of his nose. It had broken. You grinned at that. But in front of him he held a young girl, roughly 12 years old, his hand gripping her firmly under chin, holding her against him. His other hand held a knife to her throat, “Stop right there, sunshine.”

“A kid, Hansen?” You sneered, “That’s low, still. Even for you.”

“I told you,” He glared at you hotly, “I don’t care who or what or why. I care about my money.”

“You’re sick.” He grinned maniacally at that. He eyed your knife, “Drop it or I slit her neck so deep she’ll be nearly headless.”

The girl cried out, trying to fight against Lloyd’s relentless hold on her. Your eyes fell to her & anguish filled you, “What are you planning on doing with her otherwise?”

“You know what.” Lloyd responded knowingly, “Her uncle paid a pretty penny to have her & his brother off his back. Thinks she’ll make him a lot of money.”

The confession made your stomach churn, “And you? How much money are you getting?”

Lloyd spit out blood that had been collecting in his mouth from his broken nose, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.”

“I was set up.” You stated.

“From the beginning.” He confirmed, “Had you remained in that room back there any longer you would’ve been found out. That was the plan. But I’m guessing something changed while you were in there, something that turned you onto me.”

“Fuckin’ A.” You replied, taking a step forward. Lloyd narrowed his eyes at your movement, taking a step back himself, his knife still at the girls’ neck, “And this time, I’m going to kill you.”

“Sure you will, sweetheart.”

Taking him by surprise, you flew towards him. The move startled him & he stumbled backwards, a tree root sticking out forced him to trip. He & the girl went down. In the fall, you noted that his knife & flown from his gap a good five feet away. Taking advantage of this moment, you swiped the girl up by her arm, pushing her behind you. Lloyd grunted in frustration at how fast you moved.

“Run.” You reached out to the girl behind you, pushing her towards the road, “Run until you get to the mansion. Go. Now!” You didn’t look behind you as you heard small footfalls rush away.

Lloyd was sitting up now, glaring behind you, “That’s my six million you just let loose.”

“Oops.” You shrug, never taking your eyes off him.

Lloyd rolled to his side, using his fists to leap up into a standing position. As he stood, he swiped at his face, peering at the blood he found there, “Do you know how much it’s going to cost to fix this?”

“I wouldn’t worry about money if I were you, Hansen.” You shook your head, “You’re never going to see a dime ever again.”

He craned his head back, staring at the trees, a smile on his face, “Alright, sunshine. You wanna fight?” He dropped his head, turning to face you head on, “Let’s fight.”

Quickly stepping forward, you swiped at him & he jumped back, barely dodging it. Taking advantage of the incline you had over him thanks to the forest floor, you kicked out your other leg, hitting him squarely in the chest. He stumbled back slightly but not before gripping your ankle before you could bring it back. He pulled you forward & you dropped your weight. It was probably a stupid move but he wasn’t in the best shape, you had to do with that you thought best. He yanked you towards him, dragging your body along the ground. When you were just beneath him, you used your other leg to kick him in the side of the head.

Lloyd hissed, letting go of you as he got knocked to a single knee. Rolling forward, you brought the knife down, plunging it into the foot he planted on the ground. A howl erupted from him, his forearm connecting with your chest, shoving you back. You lost grip on the knife & fell. Lloyd grunted then screamed as he removed the knife from his leather-bound encased foot. You swiftly got to your feet, backing up. To your surprise, Lloyd tossed the knife into the darkness of the forest. He rose to his feet, wincing as he sneered at you from under his heated gaze, “I’m going to really enjoy killing you for a second time.”

“I’m going to enjoy seeing you fail for a second time.”

Lloyd rushed at you, his shoulder knocking the wind out of you as he rammed it into your gut. You gasped in pain as you fell flat on your back. He fell on top of you, crawling his way up your body. You brought your knee up, digging it into his liver. Lloyd cursed out, reaching up to smack you with the heel of his hand. You cried out, feeling your nose throbbing from the assault. In an instant, you felt him grip the thigh of the knee you dug into his side, forcing it against the forest floor. The angle shot pain into your hips & you winced, using the pain as a source of energy to throw your elbow into his nose. A shout exploded from him as you heard a solid crunch.

“Quit with the nose!” A small smile appeared on your face but only for a moment as Lloyd pressed his weight on top of yours, his hands grasping your wrists, holding you in place. No, no, NO! You tried to wrap your legs around him in a final attempt to gain the upper hand but no luck. Lloyd’s hands found their ways to your throat, a feeling you had never wanted to feel again. He squeezed tightly, forcing you to bring your nails up & claw them down his face. He gritted his teeth as blood trails followed in the wake of your nails but he pushed through the pain. Your vision was beginning to fade at the edges.

You told yourself that you at least saved that little girl. It was the least you could do since you killed her father. Her innocent father. All because you foolishly trusted Lloyd Hanses. For the last time too. Though your vision was fading, you could make out the victorious smile that graced his broken face.

“Fuck—” You grunted hoarsely, “you.”

Lloyd bit his lip, his grip tightening. This was it. You had lost.

Then suddenly, you could breathe. Air rushed into your lungs as you coughed, your hands raising to your neck to feel that Lloyd’s hands had disappeared. But he hadn’t. He was still on top of you, but this time a mischievous & dangerous expression dressed his features. “You’re right.”

The sound of fabric tearing raised alarms in your brain as you slowly gained awareness of what was happening. Lloyd tore your dress from the neck of it down to the end you had made in a moment of spontaneity. You hadn’t bothered with a bra since the dress was an open back & slim fitting. The sudden exposure to the cool, autumn air forced your skin to erupt with goosebumps & your nipples to pebble.

“Hansen, what the hell are you doing?” You exclaimed, horrified by the change in his character.

“What does it look like?” He responded, snapping the flimsy threading of your thong from your hips, “I’ve been dying to feel your cunt around my cock again. It’d be a shame to kill you without experiencing it one more time.”

“No!” You shouted, lifting your hips in a desperate attempt to get him off you. But Lloyd Hansen was immovable as he brought a hand to your throat, securing you in place as he reached between your bodies. You heard the unsnapping of buttons as he undid his pants followed by a slight whisper of fabric as he pushed his pants & briefs past his hips. “Hansen, don’t!”

“’Hansen, don’t!’” He mocked you. You felt him prodding at your entrance, blindly finding it in the dark. You shook your head, finding it unbelievable that you were, yet again, under Lloyd Hansen. You wished he had killed you instead. Lloyd gripped your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin, forcing you took look at him. A darkness came over him as you sneered up at him, “Hansen do.”

With a single thrust, Lloyd sheathed himself within you. The unexpected invasion forced a muffled screech from you. Your dry walls fought against the assault, burning & stretching to accommodate him. Lloyd dropped his head, his breath hot on your neck as he groaned loudly, “Fuck.” He rested on an elbow, raising his head to stare into your eyes, “I never forgot about how good,” He forced himself deeper, making you wince, “this felt.”

Your hips cried in pain as he forced your legs to spread wider. You shook of his hands as he caressed your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to ignore what was happening to you. But the feel of him was relentless as he pounded into you, the sounds of flesh slapping invading your ears. Lloyd gripped your side, his hand engulfing your ribcage as he found his center to continue raping you. You shivered beneath him, trying to block him out. But he wouldn’t have it.

“Sunshine, sweetheart,” He said your name as he began to slow, “C’mon, you remember how good it was. Relax. Let me make you feel good.”

You continued to ignore him until you felt his fingers prodding between your abdomens. You gasped, knowing what exactly he was intending. Shooting out a hand, you gripped his bicep, begging him, “Hansen, don’t, please. Just.. fucking get it over with!”

“Trying to, beautiful.” He smirked, his wide grin the only thing you could focus on, “But you know I only get off if you do.”

Your plead was muffled as he covered your mouth with his hand, the other one finding your bundle of nerves. A flood of warmth filled you as his fingers poked & prodded, but all of it eliciting an unwelcome sensational feeling. Lloyd stared deeply into your eyes as he continued fucking you, his fingers drawing pronounced focused circle on your clit. Soon enough, the feel of his cock began to make you moan. At that point he withdrew his hand, “Let me hear you, sunshine. You know I love to make you cry.”

Another moan escaped your mouth. Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to fight off the impending orgasm. Lloyd must’ve been able to tell you were close though because he picked up his speed, his hips slamming deliciously--& regretfully—against your own. His fingers changed direction & the change pushed you to the edge. You came around Lloyd Hansen’s cock. Hard. You cried out, feeling your walls pulse & shake as the orgasm you tried to fight off overtook your body. Lloyd watched you come around him, his eyes never leaving your face.

His movement became more choppy as he chased his high. His hands found your throat again as he rammed you. Now that you had come, the pain had returned with a vengeance. You could feel his need & hunger to cause you great pain. You wished the earth would open up & swallow you. But you trapped right there. Underneath Lloyd Hansen & his ridiculous bloody mustache. Lloyd’s hands tightened around you as he pushed himself inside you once more, a vein popping in his neck as he came. He breathed out heavily, followed by a few grunts as he began to languidly move his hips. Your throat burned, desperate for air. Your hands clawed at his own until he finally released you, collapsing on top of you.

You both were breathing heavily, trying to catch calm your beating hearts. You felt a rumbling as he began to chuckle. He leaned onto on arm, raising himself up enough to look down at you. What you saw on his face made you sick. He looked at you almost… adoringly. He patted your head, nodding to himself, “I can’t kill you.”

The beating of your heart stopped at his unexpected proclamation. You felt his semen seeping out of your swollen & abused cunt, forcing more tears from your eyes as he brushed his fingers over you lips. He grinned playfully, “No, I’m gonna keep you.”

You felt him grow hard again within you, his hips beginning to move slowly.

“I’m never gonna stop,” He dropped his head so his mouth was at your ear, “Never gonna stop craving this pussy.”

A final cry escaped from your mouth at his words. His hands gripped your hips as he started to fuck you again, “I’m going to remind you of all the fun we had.”

Your final mistake would be trusting Lloyd Hansen.

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The Renegade

A Lloyd Hansen Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 8K

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

[THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS REFERENCES TO & THEMES OF CHILD SEX-TRAFFICKING. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

“Target in sight.” You spoke flatly, zeroing in on the man you were hired to take out. The scope you looked through held steady as you controlled your breathing. A moment later, a pitched ring sounded in your ear followed by a command.

“Take the shot.”

Finger over the trigger, you inhaled evenly. With a soft, slow exhale, you pulled the trigger. A shot rang out. A man collapsed, his knees buckling. An eruption of screams & cries filled the square. You didn’t waste a second to admire your handiwork. You were hired for a reason, being one of the best snipers the world of rogue assassins had seen.

Dismantling your equipment, you calmly yet efficiently placed everything into the gun case beside your feet. If security for the square wasn’t already patrolling the nearby buildings, they would be soon. There were five city blocks between you & the square. Still, you couldn’t stall.

Snapping closed the lips on the case, you double checked that they were secure before hauling the case up & over your shoulder, the strap digging into your collarbone. Withstanding the discomfort, you escaped to the fire escape on the north side of the rooftop.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you reached the gap in the final landing where the ladder hung eight feet above the ground. Wasting no time, you swiftly climbed down before dropping the remaining distance, landing nimbly on your feet.

The streets of Brussels were relatively quiet for being midday. You needed to het out of sight. Fast. Once in an alleyway, you received confirmation that the target was dead then removed the earpiece, dropping it to the ground before stepping on it till you heard a distinct crunch. Those who had hired you would find a way to contact you with payment. You were not worried.

A block north from where you had taken the shot was a hotel. You managed to slip in inconspicuously. Had the gun case you were carrying looked like a typical gun case that wouldn’t have been the case; but you had invested in a custom made guitar case that would easily hold, secure, & disguise your rifle. Bypassing the front desk, you made your way to the elevators. When the doors dinged open you pressed for the garage level. As the elevator descended two floors underground, you bent a single knee, swinging your case to the front of your body.

Unzipping the front pocket, you pulled out your Beretta 92, confirming that it was loaded, the safety on. Tucking it into the back side of your pants, you were sure to cover it with your shirt before returning to a standing position. Just as you readjusted your case, the doors dinged open.

Crossing through the parking garage, you came up to a sleek BMW. The door was unlocked. Swinging open the drivers door, you unlocked the trunk. Once your case was tucked away in the back, you fished out the keys from the center console, started the engine, & exited the garage.

You could hear sirens in the distance but as you continued north & towards the edge of the city they became fainter & fainter. You were nearly on the highway when the car began to ring. ‘NO CALLER ID’ previewed on the center screen of the dashboard. Pressing the accept button on the steering wheel, you waited for those in charge to tell you what’s next. But a voice you hadn’t heard in a long time came through the speakers instead.

“Sunshine!” The deep, jovial voice greeted in a singsong tone, “Long time, no talk. Good job on taking out that crooked politician. The people of Belgium thank you.”

Why Lloyd Hansen knew your whereabouts as well as your mission was beyond you but you weren’t going to entertain him long enough to question him.

“I thought I told you I never wanted to hear from you again, Hansen.” You reminded him, imagining the cocky smile that was likely gracing his face as you said it.

“Oh, c’mon, sweetheart,” Before he even started you knew it was going to be a clever quip to follow next, “I told you I’m not the type to settle down. Gotta stay on my toes, make my rounds. It’s my duty.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing full well he knew what you were actually referring to, “Listen Hansen, I gotta be on a flight in an hour where I will then go underground for the next couple months so how ‘bout you cut the shit & tell me why you’re calling before I hang up.”

“I remember you being more fun,” He says your name, feigning hurt but fortunately gets to the point, “I got a job for you.”

Laughing sheepishly to yourself, flicking the turn signal to get in the fast lane, you bit your lip in disbelief, “When I said I never wanted to hear from you again it also included working for you. Unless, of course, you forgot about the last time.”

“You know I wouldn’t forget you so easily. You’re the one that got away.” He teased, “I still find myself thinking about my hands around your throat. I was so close.”

“Guess you’ll have to try & fail to kill me better next time.” You respond, a hint of amusement in your tone.

“That can be arranged.” He played along but continued with why he was calling, “Unfortunately, I do need you alive for this job.”

“Goodbye, Hansen.” You mocked his usual singsong greeting with a parting of your own, your thumb hovering above the ‘end call’ button.

“Three million.” He rushed out. You paused, letting his words sink in. Three million was almost worth facing the man who tried to kill you, betrayed you. After a few beats of silence you heard a soft chuckle emanate from his end of the line, “I have your attention now, don’t I?”

“I’m listening.” You said begrudgingly. You had been looking forward to going underground for a couple months, contemplating which national park in the world you’d go live off the grid on next. But three million… even Lloyd Hansen could get you to extend a work trip for that much.

“Great. Then you’ll be on the next flight to the big apple.”

“No, Hansen. You tell me the deal now or I drop the call & you’re stuck with the next guy.” He was silent so you continued, “And we both know whoever you sucker into working with you isn’t going to do nearly as good a job as I will.”

You heard his tongue click against his teeth, likely in contemplation, before he sighed, “All I’ll say is that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. You have an opportunity here to help me take out someone we both have wanted snuffed for a long, long time.”

There were few people you truly wanted to see dead. Sure, you were a killer yourself, but only because you were trained to be. You had no personal qualms towards hardly anyone & didn’t let yourself think deeply about who it was you were taking out. But of the ones you did want to see with a bullet ring still smoking from between their eyes, you’d jump at the chance.

“So,” he says your name whimsically, & you can hear the Cheshire cat grin in his voice, “will you be joining me, sunshine?”

Your plans to hike & camp out for months in a national park become smaller & smaller as you think of the faces you want see go gray, & the three million that would come with it. Exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, you hover your thumb over the ‘end call’ button, “I’ll see you in New York.”

Not waiting for his response, you end the conversation, following signs for Brussels international airport.

Navigating JFK airport is a shit-show but you manage to snake your way through the colossal amounts of travelers. Once you get through customs & security, you slip into a woman’s lavatory near baggage claim. Heading straight to the final stall, you flip up the toilet lid & press the handle down, the bathroom echoing with the sound of the flush. As the toilet shrieks, you remove the tank lid, dipping your hand in until your fingers felt plastic. Pulling out the bag, you open it, dropping into your hand an AMT Automag II. Before boarding your flight in Brussels, you had contacted a trusted colleague stationed in New York, asking them for a favor. As you double checked the magazine, feeling the weight of the pistol your hands, you were relieved they came through.

While you were confident enough to handle yourself without a weapon when it came to Lloyd Hansen, you weren’t going to chance it. You had made that mistake once before, a scar on left side of your chest, just below your collarbone was proof of it. Slipping the pistol into the neck of your combat boot, you returned the lid to the tank then slipped out of the bathroom, heading for the pick-up zone.

Once outside, you slipped on your shades. You were thankful for being in New York mid-autumn. There were few pleasures in life you allowed yourself to indulge in but fall on the east coast of the states was one of them. You supposed Lloyd at least unknowingly gave you something you craved deeply. Behind your shades, you peered into cars, looking for Hansen, but no luck. You figured you’d get a taxi & head to a reliable safe spot in the city, waiting for him to find a way to contact you, when you heard a whistle.

Just across the pick-up zone, stood Lloyd Hansen, leaning against the side of Mercedes. He wore a hideous vomit brown polo, paired with cream coloured slacks. As you crossed the road, you lowered your shades slightly as you looked him up & down. His hair was shorter & he had grown a ‘stache. You couldn’t believe you had slept with the man. He looked ridiculous.

Approaching your new boss, you tossed to him the other bag you had been carrying. It only held two days’ worth of clothes, you often traveled lightly. Hansen grunted as the bag slugged into his chest, “The fuck is this?”

Opening the back door to the Mercedes, you offered him a sweet smile, “My bad, I mistook you for the chauffeur.”

Hansen chuckled to himself once before heading for the trunk of the car. You slid into the back, listening as he tossed your bag into the trunk none so gently before joining you in the back. The driver pulled into traffic & you settled into your seat.

“My, my.” Lloyd began, his voice deep & sultry, “Time sure has been good to you, _____.”

“Wish I could say the same.” You countered, peering out the window, “A stache, Hansen? Now you really are as ugly on the outside as the in.”

“I sure have missed that mouth.” The inclination in his comment forced you to roll your eyes, angling your body so you could face him. He wasn’t in a rush to hide the fact that he had been undressing you with his eyes.

“I’m waiting.” You raised your brows in expectance. Lloyd laughed gently, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, alright then. I was getting impatient, too.”

To your surprise, Hansen closed the gap between the two of you, one hand falling to your thigh as his other grabbed the side of your neck. His lips were almost on yours when you shoved him back, “I meant for the details, shithead.”

A wide genial grin appeared on his damned handsome face as he readjusted in his seat, his hands help up in surrender, “My bad, sweetheart. I figured we had such a good roll last time that you’d want to start this one off on a similar note.”

“I’d rather fucking burn to death.”

His eyes flashed with hunger at your statement, “You know I’m privy to providing pain. Nothing I wouldn’t be happy to do for ya while I’m balls deep.”

You made a noise of disgust,  pushing yourself further away from him, “Keep your hands to yourself, Hansen or I will make it so you never fuck anything again.”

“Okay, okay.” His mustache wiggled atop his upper lip as he pursed his lips, “No sex. You really are no fun.”

Sighing heavily, you ignored his comment, watching as he pulled up a satchel from the floor of the car. Pulling out a manila folder, he tosses it into your lap, “Cassius Barron. Supposed philanthropist that has founded an organization that stops child sex-trafficking.”

You flip open the folder, the headshot of a middle-aged man in his 40’s is the first thing you see. Fingering through the documents, you feel your blood boil. You had no fucking clue who this guy was. Slapping the folder shut, you shoved it off your lap so it rested between you & Lloyd, “Damnit, Hansen. You said someone I want dead. Who the fuck is this? I didn’t fly in for this.”

“Now, hold on a minute.” He began, seemingly prepared for your reaction, “I know it’s not exactly who you had in mind.”

“Plus he stops child-sex trafficking. Why the fuck would I take him out?”

Hansen grinned devilishly, one that told you he knew more than you did, “You didn’t finish reading the files.” Taking the folder, Hansen flipped through the documents before pulling out a set of photos, handing them to you. You were tempted to reach for your gun, holding it to his head & demanding to be let out. But when his eyes met yours, you decided to smother the urge. Picking up the photos, you looked over them, a knot forming in your stomach at the content of them. Children. All of them roughly under the age of 12. The photos were screengrabs from what you imagined to be videos the sick fucks had recorded while they let grown men do what they did to them.

Tossing them, you felt bile rise in your throat. You had to give it to Hansen. He knew you well. You were a killer, an unsympathetic one at that. But children? Children you protected if you could help it. Especially with your childhood, not that you had much of one, sex-trafficking of little kids hit too close to home.

“Okay.” You responded hushed, “So his organization is an oxymoron.” Surveying the photos you hadn’t missed out on the face of Cassius Barron who was in a majority of the screengrabs.

“More than that.” Hansen replied, “All the money he makes goes to paying off the higher ups, the ones who matter, to turn a blind eye. A handful of investigative journalists have tried to expose him, all of which end up dead or missing. He’s untouchable. Hard to get close to.”

“Which is why you called me. I don’t even require being in the same room as him.”

Lloyd was quiet, too quiet. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Right?”

He gritted his teeth in fake shame, holding up a finger, “Now, listen. Before you get mad, hear me out.”

“Hansen…”

“His sexual preference lie with children, yes, but for his events, he always has a beautiful woman on his arm. That’s going to be you.”

“What. The. Fuck?” You exclaimed, “I don’t do close work, Hansen. I snipe. At a distance, across miles even. This is not what I do.”

“No, it’s not.” His expression grows serious, “But people like him, I know you make an exception for. That’s why I brought you on. No one will be as clean, quiet, & determined as you.” You stare at him hard, wishing he would burst into flames. “Nor as beautiful.”

“You lied.”

“For the benefit of the children.” Even you could tell he didn’t mean it as he said it, he wasn’t even bothering to try to convince you that that was why he was doing this.

“Why are you doing this? I know well enough that you’ve no care for kids. So why?”

“Same as everything else I do.” He returned the folder to the satchel, “Money. Let’s not forget that for taking out this pervert you get three million…”

The prospects of the job weighed heavily on you. Hell, you would’ve done it for next to nothing; taking down a child sex-trafficker would be your goddamn honor. But the three million wouldn’t hurt either.

“Fine.” You lean against your seat, your eyes returning to the window as the skyscrapers came into view, “Let’s take this fucker out.”

In your peripheral, you watched as Lloyd grew a grin so wicked it rivaled the devil.

“Have I told you how stunning you look, tonight.” Lloyd’s voice vibrated in your ear. Your heels clicked below you as you strolled up to a three story Tudor mansion where a plethora amount of people dressed for the black tie event you were attending stood about to socialize. Bypassing the doorman, who nodded at you, you entered the mansion. There were nearly 150 people in attendance. Finding Cassius Barron wouldn’t be the easiest but that’s why Lloyd was milling about amongst the attendees as well. He was your eyes.

“Thank you.” You replied, your lips unmoving as you smiled at a couple who offered a polite smile of their own.

“I was exploring earlier, found a sweet little private room on the third floor that overlooks the property. When you finish your mission, you could meet me there. We’ll have one more hurrah before you disappear.”

“Keep dreaming, Hansen.” A waiter passed by with a tray of wine glasses. You delicately fingered a stem, using the glass as a means to blend in with the rest of the crowd.

“You wound me, sweetheart.” Lloyd says coyly, “Fuck me. That dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”

At his comment, your eyes scanned the room until you found Lloyd. He was standing by himself at a raised table, his elbows resting on the top as he played with a toothpick over a martini glass. Though his back was to you, he was facing a wall of mirrors, his eyes trailing the length of you in the reflection. He winked when he finally reached your face, “Our boy Cash won’t be able to resist you.”

The dress you were forced into wearing for the night’s events was a glossy red slim fitting, silk number. It had spaghetti straps & an open back with a deep thigh slit. You had insisted that if you were to wear a dress, especially one that would be too tight to hide a pistol, you needed one with a slit. Just below the skirt of the dress, your left thigh was armored with a top grade knife holster that held a 12 inch Ka-Bar.

Bringing the wine glass to your lips, but not sipping the wine inside, you spoke, “Let me know when he arrives.”

“Way ahead of you.” Lloyd turned his body to survey the crowd. You slithered your way through, wanting to pose yourself somewhere in the center, that way Cassius Barron would notice you better.

After picking you up at the airport, Lloyd gave you the rundown on your mission. You were to appear at the event that Cassius would be attending to receive an award for his philanthropic work. There, you’d catch his eyes but play hard to get. According to Lloyd, he was hard to please, couldn’t make yourself too available for him. Then, once you had gained his trust, you’d insist on slipping off to a private room where Cassius would be under the impression he was getting laid when in reality you’d be unsheathing the blade packed snugly against your thigh & plunging it into his chest. Lloyd would then be waiting for you at the edge of the property where he would have a car waiting & the two of you would escape without notice. It sounded solid enough. But being in this business long enough you learned that hardly ever did things go according to plan.

“He’s already spotted you. Arrived a few minutes after I did.” He informed you. You reached the open bar, running your thumb along your lower lip as you spoke, “Where is he?”

“Your 5’o’clock.” He shared, “Damn, _____. Not even in the room for a minute & you’ve already ensnared the man by his dick.”

Your nose scrunched at the juvenile comment but chose to ignore it. Brushing your hair over your right shoulder, you subtly turned your head to peer over your shoulder. Sure enough, Cassius Barron has his eyes zeroed in on you; the people talking around him seemingly unaware of what had captured his attention enough that he didn’t bother to pretend to be listening. Your eyes met & you smirked alluringly, rotating your head to face forward, “So much for having to play hard to get.” You murmured.

“Can you blame him? I’ve been undressing you the second you walked in.”

Rolling your eyes, you questioned what Cassius was doing now.

“Heading your way. Time to play the game.” In the corner of your eye, you observed as Lloyd, in a fitted suit of his own that hugged his chest in all the right places, slipped out the way you had come in. You knew he wouldn’t go far; he’d be on standby nearby in case things went south. You took a small sip of your wine when you felt a presence appear behind you.

“Barkeep,” the deep voice sounded, “Gin & Dubbonet.”

You raised a single brow at the order. It wasn’t what you would have expected a pillar of the community to order but you also wouldn’t have pegged him for a child rapist either. Cassius Barron kept two feet of space as he mirrored you, resting his elbows on the bar, “Can I get you anything?”

You didn’t meet his eyes, instead running your index finger along the stem of the wine glass before you, “Thank you, but no. I loathe gin.”

The barkeep placed the drink in front of Cassius. He clicked his tongue in disappointment, “That’s too bad. This is what the Queen of England drinks. Figure if royalty drinks it, a beautiful woman such as yourself would indulge as well.”

“I’ve other areas of interest that I choose to expend my indulgence.” You replied, your voice smooth like whiskey. You finally met his eyes. Unlike Lloyd, his eyes weren’t straying to your body, remaining solely on your face. Cassius Barron was conventionally handsome for a man in his late 40’s. Had you been a normal woman who didn’t know his secret, you may have let him take you home, but fortunately you were this woman who knew all his dirty laundry.

“Is that so?” His lips turned up in the corners in a playful smile. You shrugged once, “Nothing someone like you would be interested in.”

“Someone like me?” He inched closer but not enough to touch, “You know of me.”

You faked a soft laugh, “Everyone knows who Cassius Barron is. You’re a hero.”

Cassius exhaled a half-laugh, dropping his eyes to his glass, “A hero, no. That’s just what the papers say. I really am a normal guy who has the platform to make changes. Important changes.”

Like using your organization to cover a sex-trafficking ring, you wanted to spit but left the comment on the back of your tongue.

“I find that hard to believe.” You say, looking over your shoulder to gaze at all the privileged & elite members of the community mingling behind you, “Everyone here is to celebrate you.”

“And others.” He reminds you, to which you concede.

“Still, that’s not a very ‘normal guy’ thing.” You counter. Cassius smiles, showing off a perfect set of straight, white teeth. You couldn’t wait to see them stained red as he choked on his own blood.

“No? What is then?” He reached out a hand, his index finger running along the seam of your dress. You smirked triumphantly to yourself. You had him. Biting your lip seductively, you gently pushed your glass away from you before turning to face him fully, “The ceremony doesn’t start for another twenty minutes..”

“Yes.” He nods, his eyes understanding what you were saying.

“What do you say you show me your favorite room in this mansion?”

Cassius Barron mimics your lip bite before tossing the rest of his drink down his throat. He drops a twenty dollar bill on the bar before offering his hand, “Follow me.”

Taking his hand, you stare at him flirtatiously behind your lashes. He’s barely brought the two of you to the landing of the second floor when you feel his hands on your waist, pulling you against him. His lips are on your neck & you feign a giggle, pressing your hand against his chest, “I’m no wonton hussy, Cassius Barron. Show me to a proper room. Like a lady.”

He smirks against your neck, his lips reluctantly leaving your throat as he pulls you further away from the stairs, from the party. It’s dark on the second level, for that you’re grateful as it’ll make your escape easier. Another fortunate turn of events for you is that Cassius came to you so easily; you had hardly been in the room for five minutes before he led you away. When his body would be found later, no one would be none the wiser about the woman in red.

Cassius swings open a door at the end of the hallway, pulling you in behind him. He maneuvers the door shut by pressing your body against it. You huff out a breath as he begins hiking up the skirt of your dress. Your heart spikes when you remember the Ka-Bar lying in wait on your thigh. Pushing his hands off your form, you gently push against him, “Lay on the bed.”

He pauses in his actions, his gaze leering over you in intrigue. You also note a hint of suspicion. But you dart a tongue you, swiping your lower tongue. His eyes flick to the movement. “Please.”

Reluctantly, he lets you go, walking backwards slowly as he removes his suit jacket, loosening the bow tie he sported. Fingering the lock on the door, ensuring it was locked, you sauntered after him. Once his knees hit the bed, he sat, his eyes never leaving the contours of your curves as you approached him. When you were standing before him, you rested your hands on his head, fingering his hair, slowly letting your hands fall as your fingers grazed the sides of his face down to his chest. You shoved him back abruptly. A surprised laugh erupted from him but he welcomed your advances nonetheless.

“Is this one of your interests?” He questioned, “Putting a man in his place.”

“One of them.” You whispered as you raised your skirt enough allow yourself to straddle him. As you secured your thighs on either side of his hips, you ground yourself against him. He groaned at the action, bringing his hands up to grip your hips in delight. You felt his excitement & you ground against him for a second time.

“Fuck.” He hissed out, his eyes staring up at you in a hooded, lustful gaze. You took each hand of his from your body & rested them along his sides. Still holding onto his wrists, you leaned forward until your clothed breasts brushed against his chest, your lips at his ear, “But I can show you another.”

“Yes.” He replied in a rush, “Show me.”

A coy, knowing smile graced your lips. He was easy, too easy. But you wouldn’t question it. This was your job.

“You have to close your eyes.”

Cassius appeared hesitant but when you ground your crotch against his own, he growled deeply, “As you wish.”

Once his eyes closed, you released him but not before telling him to keep his hands to himself. Dropping your lips from his ear, you began peppering light kisses along his jawline. Little did he know, as you were using your mouth on him, your hand was slipping into the slit of your dress, unlatching the Ka-Bar in its sheathed hiding spot. Quietly & carefully you rotated the knife until the handle of it was held comfortably in your grip.

“Want to know another interest of mine?” You asked, slowly bringing the knife to your front. He swallowed but kept his eyes closed, “Let me guess, handcuffs.”

You laughed once, your voice dropping from that of a seductress to that of a killer, “I enjoy killing rapists.”

At that his brows creased in confusion, “What are you—”. He opened his eyes which bulged at the sight of the knife glinting, “No!” He cried out, attempting to shove you off him but not before you plunged the knife into chest. Due to his sudden erratic movement you missed his heart, but still, it would get the job done. Cassius cried out covering his stab wound with his hand, looking up at you incredulously, “I’m not…a…rapist.”

“No?” You counter, “Then why do I have photos of you doing exactly that. To children, no less. You’re a fake.”

With a hiss, you removed yourself from being on top of him, re-sheathing the Ka-Bar in your holster. Cassius coughed then winced. His pristine white shirt was soaked in his blood. It wouldn’t be long now.

“That’s not… me.” He grunted in pain, “My…brother.”

“Brother?” You question, only half-listening to the words of a dying man.

“Twin…brother.” His proclamation sends a shiver through your body, “Marius. Marius Barron, my brother. He’s who you’re looking for, not me!”

“No, no.” You began, not wanting to believe him. You didn’t make mistakes, not like this. But Lloyd… “You use this organization as a front for what you really do.”

“No!” He shouted trying to lean up but cried out & fell onto his back, “I created this organization to stop him. He’s the monster here, not…me.”

The information you had heard was digesting. No, no, no. You got the right guy, he’s only lying, trying to save his ass. But why would he lie? He’s a dying man. He’d admit to it if it was indeed him.

“Lena..” He gasped. You stepped forward, noting that he was on the edge, “Whose Lena?”

“My daughter…” Cassius gritted his teeth, “Marius threatened to take her. Told me to keep an eye on her or else she’d be gone one day.”

“Where is she?” You exclaimed, leaning forward, not thinking as you placed your hands on his stab wound in an effort to stop the blood. But you knew it was too late.

“Here..” His voice was fading, “She’s…here.”

Cassius Barron shallowed breathing stopped, his eyes glazing over. He was dead. The world spun as you stood, trying to catch your breath. Did Lloyd know? Hurriedly leaving the room, sure that you were alone in the hallway, you spoke, “Hansen! Hansen, come in. It’s done.”

Nothing. “Hansen, answer me! Where are you?” A regretful knot formed in the pit of your stomach. Losing the earpiece, you raced down the hallway, down the stairs, & out the door. Rounding to the side of it, you peered into the distance. It was dark out but you could make out a half mile away as Lloyd stood at the end of a tree line. Next to him was another man, who appeared to be holding the body of a young girl.

Lloyd waved to you once. Then he, the man, & the girl disappeared in the trees.

“Damnit!” You cursed, wishing than nothing more that you had your gear on you, knowing full well that you’d be able to take him out from this distance. But Lloyd Hansen was right, he knew who to hire for this job, he knew what strengths of yours to take away. But you hadn’t lost yet. You knew where they were going to be.

Kicking off your heels & shredding the skirt of your dress so you could stretch your legs, you took off for the tree line on the north side of the property. Diving into the woods, you could hardly make out any obstacles in your way as you sped through the foliage in the dark. You could feel your legs & feet getting nicked & pricked by branches but pushed through, determined to get to the back road that lined the outskirts of the property. It was their only exit point.

You were unsure how far you were from the road but when you heard the revving of an engine being jostled by an uneven road, you knew you were close. Pumping your legs, you pushed yourself to run faster. You had a small window to stop them. Through the trees maybe a quarter of a mile to your left, you saw headlights. This was it. With a last burst of energy, you raced to the edge of the tree line. Just as the large SUV was approaching where you were running, you burst out, throwing your body onto the road. You hadn’t had time to think about what you were doing, knowing that this could be the last thing you ever did, but you weren’t going to give up. Lloyd Hansen would not get away again.

Fortunately, as you threw your body in front of the SUV, instead of getting run over, the vehicle swerved abruptly, missing you barely, before it went off the road & crashed head on into a tree at 60 mph. You waited a moment as the dirt in the air settled, rising to your feet. The SUV was totaled, it’s horn blaring & smoke billowing out from the under the hood. You approached it slowly. The driver’s side was closer. You unsheathed the Ka-Bar, gripping it tightly as you stepped up. Looking through the window, you grimaced slightly at the sight of a tree branch that had piercing the neck of the driver. Blood splattered on the window. Good, one down.

“Goddamnit!” Through the window, you saw as Lloyd fell out the other side, disappearing from sight. Slowly, you inched along the side of the vehicle, your knife at the ready in a defensive position. He would have a gun. You needed to be smart about this.

“You fucking bitch!” He shouted, followed by the sound of his feet scuffling on the forest floor as he found his grounding, “I should’ve killed you the first time.”

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, You responded internally. You paused at the rear of the SUV when you heard the back door open, followed by the squeal of a young girl.

“Hansen, don’t do it!” You shouted, giving away your position.

“Come on out, doll-face. Face me like a man.” Lloyd, despite what was occurring, still managed a jovial tone.

Stepping out from behind the SUV, you brought up the knife. Lloyd stood, barely, as blood seeped from the bridge of his nose. It had broken. You grinned at that. But in front of him he held a young girl, roughly 12 years old, his hand gripping her firmly under chin, holding her against him. His other hand held a knife to her throat, “Stop right there, sunshine.”

“A kid, Hansen?” You sneered, “That’s low, still. Even for you.”

“I told you,” He glared at you hotly, “I don’t care who or what or why. I care about my money.”

“You’re sick.” He grinned maniacally at that. He eyed your knife, “Drop it or I slit her neck so deep she’ll be nearly headless.”

The girl cried out, trying to fight against Lloyd’s relentless hold on her. Your eyes fell to her & anguish filled you, “What are you planning on doing with her otherwise?”

“You know what.” Lloyd responded knowingly, “Her uncle paid a pretty penny to have her & his brother off his back. Thinks she’ll make him a lot of money.”

The confession made your stomach churn, “And you? How much money are you getting?”

Lloyd spit out blood that had been collecting in his mouth from his broken nose, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.”

“I was set up.” You stated.

“From the beginning.” He confirmed, “Had you remained in that room back there any longer you would’ve been found out. That was the plan. But I’m guessing something changed while you were in there, something that turned you onto me.”

“Fuckin’ A.” You replied, taking a step forward. Lloyd narrowed his eyes at your movement, taking a step back himself, his knife still at the girls’ neck, “And this time, I’m going to kill you.”

“Sure you will, sweetheart.”

Taking him by surprise, you flew towards him. The move startled him & he stumbled backwards, a tree root sticking out forced him to trip. He & the girl went down. In the fall, you noted that his knife & flown from his gap a good five feet away. Taking advantage of this moment, you swiped the girl up by her arm, pushing her behind you. Lloyd grunted in frustration at how fast you moved.

“Run.” You reached out to the girl behind you, pushing her towards the road, “Run until you get to the mansion. Go. Now!” You didn’t look behind you as you heard small footfalls rush away.

Lloyd was sitting up now, glaring behind you, “That’s my six million you just let loose.”

“Oops.” You shrug, never taking your eyes off him.

Lloyd rolled to his side, using his fists to leap up into a standing position. As he stood, he swiped at his face, peering at the blood he found there, “Do you know how much it’s going to cost to fix this?”

“I wouldn’t worry about money if I were you, Hansen.” You shook your head, “You’re never going to see a dime ever again.”

He craned his head back, staring at the trees, a smile on his face, “Alright, sunshine. You wanna fight?” He dropped his head, turning to face you head on, “Let’s fight.”

Quickly stepping forward, you swiped at him & he jumped back, barely dodging it. Taking advantage of the incline you had over him thanks to the forest floor, you kicked out your other leg, hitting him squarely in the chest. He stumbled back slightly but not before gripping your ankle before you could bring it back. He pulled you forward & you dropped your weight. It was probably a stupid move but he wasn’t in the best shape, you had to do with that you thought best. He yanked you towards him, dragging your body along the ground. When you were just beneath him, you used your other leg to kick him in the side of the head.

Lloyd hissed, letting go of you as he got knocked to a single knee. Rolling forward, you brought the knife down, plunging it into the foot he planted on the ground. A howl erupted from him, his forearm connecting with your chest, shoving you back. You lost grip on the knife & fell. Lloyd grunted then screamed as he removed the knife from his leather-bound encased foot. You swiftly got to your feet, backing up. To your surprise, Lloyd tossed the knife into the darkness of the forest. He rose to his feet, wincing as he sneered at you from under his heated gaze, “I’m going to really enjoy killing you for a second time.”

“I’m going to enjoy seeing you fail for a second time.”

Lloyd rushed at you, his shoulder knocking the wind out of you as he rammed it into your gut. You gasped in pain as you fell flat on your back. He fell on top of you, crawling his way up your body. You brought your knee up, digging it into his liver. Lloyd cursed out, reaching up to smack you with the heel of his hand. You cried out, feeling your nose throbbing from the assault. In an instant, you felt him grip the thigh of the knee you dug into his side, forcing it against the forest floor. The angle shot pain into your hips & you winced, using the pain as a source of energy to throw your elbow into his nose. A shout exploded from him as you heard a solid crunch.

“Quit with the nose!” A small smile appeared on your face but only for a moment as Lloyd pressed his weight on top of yours, his hands grasping your wrists, holding you in place. No, no, NO! You tried to wrap your legs around him in a final attempt to gain the upper hand but no luck. Lloyd’s hands found their ways to your throat, a feeling you had never wanted to feel again. He squeezed tightly, forcing you to bring your nails up & claw them down his face. He gritted his teeth as blood trails followed in the wake of your nails but he pushed through the pain. Your vision was beginning to fade at the edges.

You told yourself that you at least saved that little girl. It was the least you could do since you killed her father. Her innocent father. All because you foolishly trusted Lloyd Hanses. For the last time too. Though your vision was fading, you could make out the victorious smile that graced his broken face.

“Fuck—” You grunted hoarsely, “you.”

Lloyd bit his lip, his grip tightening. This was it. You had lost.

Then suddenly, you could breathe. Air rushed into your lungs as you coughed, your hands raising to your neck to feel that Lloyd’s hands had disappeared. But he hadn’t. He was still on top of you, but this time a mischievous & dangerous expression dressed his features. “You’re right.”

The sound of fabric tearing raised alarms in your brain as you slowly gained awareness of what was happening. Lloyd tore your dress from the neck of it down to the end you had made in a moment of spontaneity. You hadn’t bothered with a bra since the dress was an open back & slim fitting. The sudden exposure to the cool, autumn air forced your skin to erupt with goosebumps & your nipples to pebble.

“Hansen, what the hell are you doing?” You exclaimed, horrified by the change in his character.

“What does it look like?” He responded, snapping the flimsy threading of your thong from your hips, “I’ve been dying to feel your cunt around my cock again. It’d be a shame to kill you without experiencing it one more time.”

“No!” You shouted, lifting your hips in a desperate attempt to get him off you. But Lloyd Hansen was immovable as he brought a hand to your throat, securing you in place as he reached between your bodies. You heard the unsnapping of buttons as he undid his pants followed by a slight whisper of fabric as he pushed his pants & briefs past his hips. “Hansen, don’t!”

“’Hansen, don’t!’” He mocked you. You felt him prodding at your entrance, blindly finding it in the dark. You shook your head, finding it unbelievable that you were, yet again, under Lloyd Hansen. You wished he had killed you instead. Lloyd gripped your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin, forcing you took look at him. A darkness came over him as you sneered up at him, “Hansen do.”

With a single thrust, Lloyd sheathed himself within you. The unexpected invasion forced a muffled screech from you. Your dry walls fought against the assault, burning & stretching to accommodate him. Lloyd dropped his head, his breath hot on your neck as he groaned loudly, “Fuck.” He rested on an elbow, raising his head to stare into your eyes, “I never forgot about how good,” He forced himself deeper, making you wince, “this felt.”

Your hips cried in pain as he forced your legs to spread wider. You shook of his hands as he caressed your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to ignore what was happening to you. But the feel of him was relentless as he pounded into you, the sounds of flesh slapping invading your ears. Lloyd gripped your side, his hand engulfing your ribcage as he found his center to continue raping you. You shivered beneath him, trying to block him out. But he wouldn’t have it.

“Sunshine, sweetheart,” He said your name as he began to slow, “C’mon, you remember how good it was. Relax. Let me make you feel good.”

You continued to ignore him until you felt his fingers prodding between your abdomens. You gasped, knowing what exactly he was intending. Shooting out a hand, you gripped his bicep, begging him, “Hansen, don’t, please. Just.. fucking get it over with!”

“Trying to, beautiful.” He smirked, his wide grin the only thing you could focus on, “But you know I only get off if you do.”

Your plead was muffled as he covered your mouth with his hand, the other one finding your bundle of nerves. A flood of warmth filled you as his fingers poked & prodded, but all of it eliciting an unwelcome sensational feeling. Lloyd stared deeply into your eyes as he continued fucking you, his fingers drawing pronounced focused circle on your clit. Soon enough, the feel of his cock began to make you moan. At that point he withdrew his hand, “Let me hear you, sunshine. You know I love to make you cry.”

Another moan escaped your mouth. Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to fight off the impending orgasm. Lloyd must’ve been able to tell you were close though because he picked up his speed, his hips slamming deliciously--& regretfully—against your own. His fingers changed direction & the change pushed you to the edge. You came around Lloyd Hansen’s cock. Hard. You cried out, feeling your walls pulse & shake as the orgasm you tried to fight off overtook your body. Lloyd watched you come around him, his eyes never leaving your face.

His movement became more choppy as he chased his high. His hands found your throat again as he rammed you. Now that you had come, the pain had returned with a vengeance. You could feel his need & hunger to cause you great pain. You wished the earth would open up & swallow you. But you trapped right there. Underneath Lloyd Hansen & his ridiculous bloody mustache. Lloyd’s hands tightened around you as he pushed himself inside you once more, a vein popping in his neck as he came. He breathed out heavily, followed by a few grunts as he began to languidly move his hips. Your throat burned, desperate for air. Your hands clawed at his own until he finally released you, collapsing on top of you.

You both were breathing heavily, trying to catch calm your beating hearts. You felt a rumbling as he began to chuckle. He leaned onto on arm, raising himself up enough to look down at you. What you saw on his face made you sick. He looked at you almost… adoringly. He patted your head, nodding to himself, “I can’t kill you.”

The beating of your heart stopped at his unexpected proclamation. You felt his semen seeping out of your swollen & abused cunt, forcing more tears from your eyes as he brushed his fingers over you lips. He grinned playfully, “No, I’m gonna keep you.”

You felt him grow hard again within you, his hips beginning to move slowly.

“I’m never gonna stop,” He dropped his head so his mouth was at your ear, “Never gonna stop craving this pussy.”

A final cry escaped from your mouth at his words. His hands gripped your hips as he started to fuck you again, “I’m going to remind you of all the fun we had.”

Your final mistake would be trusting Lloyd Hansen.

This was a loooong one but damn. It felt good writing it. I am obsessed with this socipath & hope to write more of him in the future.

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