"What did you do to her?" Susan growled, still bucking on the floor. Masked off, suit unzipped. Pierre did not answer.
"ANSWER ME" Susan strengthened her voice. Her thigh stopped shaking.
"Before I tell you about your sister." As Pierre commanded, a man's photo popped up on the monitor.
"I suppose you know this man." A man with pointed ears and a facial burn appeared on the screen. "Victor…" Susan murmured, struggling to process.
"Victor Damor, head of Yorkland's national intelligence center," Pierre added. "You might be wondering how your secrets slipped into my hands." At Pierre's hint, Susan formed a theory. "…He sold me…" Her voice shook; she didn't want to believe it. Victor—her boss, her ex-boyfriend—could have betrayed her, or worse, their nation. Pierre observed her shock. He then revealed something that made her question her loyalty to her nation.
"Several years ago, a top Yorkland agent successfully tracked a man behind the disappearance of many famous people. Just as she nearly exposed his true identity, she was captured because her target knew who she was moments before the revelation."
Afterward, footage appeared on the screen. Susan immediately recognized the familiar figure—her sister, with long, vibrant red hair and distinctive cheekbones. "Natasha…" Susan whispered her sister's name. "That story was about Natasha." Her voice lowered, trembling. As the footage began, Natasha, with long red hair, appeared in a black synthetic-leather suit, chained to a bed-like structure. She struggled to resist. The scene mirrored Susan's recent experience.
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Footage's view
"if you want to f**k me, just do it, I don't care." Natasha's voice, she was speaking to someone behind the camera.
Soon, a man—young Pierre—entered the frame, carrying a tray. Footage from a different angle revealed the tray's contents: toys, electric clamps, plugs, specula, and more. Another view captured Natasha's pale face as she saw the specula.
"You psychopath!" Natasha lost her composure, swearing and struggling to break free from her restraints.
Pierre began by gripping her neck until she nearly fainted, then released her. He repeated this several times until Natasha, unable to resist, could only breathe. He started undressing her. What followed was pure torment, as Pierre used the specula to widen Natasha's secret areas, followed by inserting electric clamps. He tortured her in numerous ways, beyond any training offered to a female agent.
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Susan couldn't watch the footage anymore. She turned her face away from the monitor. The torture and harassment surpassed anything in her training. Fear surged in her mind. Her sister's screams, moans, and pleas seared into her brain. The confidence she'd had earlier faded away.
She cried out, unable to watch any longer. Collapsing, she covered her ears with both hands to block out her sister's voices.
"Please… stop," Susan pleaded, crying.
"Please… stop, please…"
"…just stop…"
As Pierre stopped the footage, Susan whispered, "You've won…" She had verbally surrendered, but her mind hadn't. She craved revenge for her sister. "That psychopath!" she muttered through clenched teeth, still crying. As if Pierre could read her mind, he reached out to help her stand again. For a moment, Susan glimpsed a trace of emotion on his face, though it was unclear.
"If Victor's list hadn't arrived in time, Natasha would have caught me. She could have ended this long-standing war," Pierre said, honoring her sister. Susan noticed his voice was unsteady.
"Your sister… she was the best."
Then Pierre revealed his deal with Victor. "Several years ago, Victor contacted me secretly, begging me to secure the release of his mother, daughters, and wife. In exchange, he promised to do anything I demanded." Susan pieced together the clues. It was a time when the war had nearly ended, with Reichland and Yorkland observing a ceasefire. A grand ceremony on Reichland's mainland was held, inviting celebrities, dignitaries, and royal families to celebrate the ceasefire and prepare for the peace agreement.
Then, most of the guests from Yorkland and its allies were kidnapped. Later, some were found dead, others in black markets as slaves or prostitutes. The ceasefire collapsed. The war resumed.
"So, in exchange, I asked him to provide and continuously update information on Yorkland's agents: locations, names, background details, and more," Pierre continued.
"You're telling me my sister died because of Victor." Pierre sensed a grudge forming inside Susan. He replied gently,
"Not quite, but close enough." Pierre's vague answer sparked her curiosity.
She began to question her nation's actions. Whether Pierre's words were true or not, her sister's death was real. She had been Yorkland's top agent in history. To imagine her being caught seemed nearly impossible.
The nation had betrayed her sister, or even herself. Susan clenched her teeth. Her grudge against Pierre remained, but it was mixing with the admiration she'd felt for him earlier.
"So what do you want from me? Sell me, fuck me, torture me, like you did to my sister?" Susan asked, finding his motives.
"As I told you, your scientific skills are good enough to stay on this island," Pierre replied.
"That's it? A lab pet? A personal doll?" she added. "Sounds not bad." She reached out, aiming for his throat, but Pierre easily twisted her arm and restrained her. Standing behind her, he twisted her right arm and used his left hand to touch her body.
"It hurts! F**k off!" she yelled, though her voice was tinged with pleasure.
"I know you want to kill me this much. Just wait until the end." Pierre demanded.
"I could send you back to Yorkland to live with your husband, have a child, and grow old," Pierre whispered persuasively. But she couldn't understand.
"Why?"
"You're not my target, nor was your sister…" Susan sensed his sincerity again when he mentioned her sister, his voice much dimmer.
"It was my fault."
Susan couldn't understand. Before she could ask for more details, Pierre's tone shifted, his voice becoming much clearer.
"That said, you might want to reconsider going back after seeing this." Another video appeared.
A familiar face appeared: her husband, Richard Deers, in his lab coat. Upon seeing her husband, Susan feared this psychopath might have captured or threatened him.
"What did you do to him, bastard?" Anger surged as she demanded an answer.