There are multiple things I could do right about now: run, try hiding, or start panicking immediately.
Guess what? I don't even need to. Why? Because the moron forgot to untie me. Just as I thought someone so moronic can't exist, he doesn't even untie the person he WANTS to frame for murder.
So now we have a tied-up woman and a dead child with a pistol, a most shocking sight for whoever inevitably comes here.
Speaking of which, here they come... No... It's one person.
So do I scream for help and act relieved, or do I shell up, 'afraid' of them too? Depends, let me see what they look like.
Oh? Oh?? A woman... Old, I'd say around 40? Formals, can't see the face very well, a bun? WHITE STREAKS???
No way, no way, this has to be a joke. Now, no way am I messing it up, I HAVE to be the perfect kidnapped victim for her.
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Here she comes, oh Goddess... She's so pretty! And she has slight wrinkles too!
She's surprisingly calm seeing everything, not rushing to immediately save me, not checking the dead boy, no... Just calmly surveying the scene, I decide to play the traumatized, no-reaction victim, just terrified and staring at her.
"You did this, did you not?"
Huh? Yes, but, huh??
"Wh-what? How woul-"
"He shot himself, but you goaded him to. Otherwise, why would he shoot himself having you captured?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Some guy came here, shot him from behind, and placed the gun next to him! Trust me!" I add in shaking and wide eyes.
"Describe." Damn, her voice is so hot.
"Black shoulder-length hair, wearing a brown cloak, scar on his left cheek," I answer after a beat.
"You made it up. Your eye rolled to the top left subconsciously, a sign of constructing information, the opposite would be recalling."
"Wh- what? I didn't make it up! I did see the per-"
"I'm on your side, relax."
"..."
"So you did actually lie about there being another person, huh? All that stuff about the eye rolling, nonsense."
Damn it! My knife's in my boot, if only I could free my hand...
"Now then, if there wasn't another person who killed him and you're too tied up to do anything, what did?"
"...Himself..."
"Speak up, I can't hear you."
Annoying, unfortunately, nobody is perfect.
"You already know, why bother asking me!" I lash out, despite my better judgment.
"Hmm? I like seeing your cute face stressed."
What? How could sh- WHY would sh- is she for real?? Is this another trick?
"Another trick? I'm not falling for it."
"Why would I? I have nothing to gain by tricking you now."
"..." That can't be right, how am I cute? If not a trick, it's definitely pity.
"Say it."
"Himself! Happy? Is this how you get a kick out of life? This is your entertainment?" I snarl, she really IS getting on my nerves. Being beautiful can only take you so far.
"Not really, I'd much rather enjoy with cute girls in my bed."
...Shit, a predator. It's over for me, I'm never seeing the outside of her dungeon ever again.
"Relax, I'm not what you're thinking. Although..." She leans in closer, the slightest hint of a smirk on those lavish lips. "You really wouldn't mind it if I were, would you?"
"Of course I would, I'm not a guy. Does this work on anybody, or have you been throwing it at every girl hoping it lands?" Irritation in my voice.
"Oh? But your body and face betray your words." Trying to stay calm, huh?
"What next? 'I asked for it'?"
Murder in her eyes, I can practically hear her teeth gnashing. "Don't EVER compare me to—"
"You're not doing your image any favors, acting all predatory over a tied-up girl."
A minute. Two, perhaps counting in her head. A long exhale.
Wait… What is she grab-
Snip
Before I can try to move, my restraints are on the floor. Man, it feels nice, I can feel the blood flowing eas-
"AHHHHH!!"
"You didn't move for a while, huh?"
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That really hurt. Imagine sleeping on your hand, now imagine sleeping on both arms and legs... And she just stood looking the entire time, I hope I didn't give off a bad impression...
"My bad."
"You know, you were completely helpless right there, someone bad could have taken advantage of you right then." A smirk.
"Wow, you're still hung up on my words? You really do care about your image, don't you?" Man, I thought she was cool... Shes still is, but a little less now.
"Whatever, follow me." She turns around, expecting me to follow.
"The body?"
"What body?"
"Wha-" What the ?! Where did it go? I took my eyes off it for JUST a minute during all that screaming, and now not a trace...
"Now, no excuses, follow."
I awkwardly stalk behind her, better not mess around with her.
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Shit... So heavy, so round... I can't be caught staring...
"How did you find me, no, know where I was?"
"Winda was tailing you."
"Who's Win-" Her finger flies to my lips. So soft...
"Shh, we're here, no chatter."
I didn't even pay attention to where we were going, now we're standing at the gate transitioning into the previous sector.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Sector 1, the headquarters."
"What? No no no, why?!" I take a few steps back. If I go there, I'm never coming back!
"Hmm? I wanna make you my subordinate Overseer, I need to take approval from HQ."
"DON'T MESS WITH ME! IF YOU WANTED TO KILL ME, YOU SHOULD'VE DONE IT EARLIER?! WHY DO THIS?!" Shit shit shit! Oh Goddess, save me. What do I d-
"SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP ME!" Within a moment she's in front of me, her hand grasping my face and mouth.
"Stop. Just shut up. I'm not taking you to be killed. I'm being honest, I want to make you my subordinate." She looks around angrily, probably hoping nobody saw this.
"Mmf mm mmph!"
"No, you've lost the right to ask questions since you almost made a mess. Now, listen and do what I say, otherwise you'll never see the light of day again." Her hand slowly releases, checking to see if I scream.
"... Yes, sorry."
She scoffs and points to the wall, a small distance away lies a...
"A bike?!" A bike?! That's something only the rich can afford! Especially such a modified version. She wasn't kidding?!
"Yes, moving to sector 1 on foot will take a long while. We're going on my bike, it'll take a few hours then." She walks to it and grabs a helmet off the handle.
"Get on, we need to come back too."
"But Niko... He'll be worried…!" I can't leave him like this. He just lost one of his closest friends! I need to be there for him.
"The boy is fast asleep. Won't be awake till tomorrow. Now, GET ON."
I hurry and get behind her, the seat is quite narrow... This is my first time on a bike after all.
"Hold tight, I'm going fast."
"Yes…!" I scoot closer and grab her waist (oh god, such solid abs!), as she 'revs' it a few times, and within a second I'm barely hanging on.
"WHY DID YOU SELECT ME AS YOUR SUBORDINATE?" I can't help asking even as the wind is forcing my eyes shut.
"HMM? THE OFFICIAL REASON WILL BE YOU STAY CALM UNDER PRESSURE. REAL REASON: YOU'RE PRETTY AND KNOW WHAT TO SAY. A PERFECT ASSET FOR MY MISSION."
"WHAT MISSION?"
"FIND OUT THE TRUE HISTORY OF PROMETHEA!"