seven

  [18 february 2024]=-=[sunday]=-=(0214)

  This is a stupid idea.

  As, it’s the only one Morgan has to work with. She had to wait for everyone else to fall asleep. She’s still very sore – Roderick had used her twice the previous night since dinnertime – but she’s awake, and this is as good a time as any to try this.

  It’s a very risky pn. She has to hope that Roderick doesn’t have a super-sophisticated security system, and she also has to hope there are no guards inside the mansion. She will not be able to do this while Raina is awake.

  She picks the lock of the sve quarters, then sneaks down the hallways, not making a sound… but her massive breasts are making it hard to scout around corners. Luckily, she’s finding nothing to impede her progress. Roderick appears to be very compcent, and his security reflects that. It also helps him that he usually picks up broken boys who, after a rape or two, no longer pose any credible threat. His worries come from outside. He never anticipated an ex-soldier being one of his purchases. He’s so afraid of the wolves outside, he never thought of what to do if he let one into the henhouse.

  Morgan makes her way to the kitchen and sneaks over to the cabinet where the cleaning supplies are kept. The first thing she’s setting in motion is the backup pn, in case she can’t get her main pn to work. She pulls out the rat poison, and she mixes some of it in with the coffee grounds. She knows Raina won’t drink the coffee – she’s not allowed. There. That will at least sicken Roderick, if not outright kill him, in case she can’t get an opportunity to put the drain cleaner in the coffee or the cereal.

  She quickly but quietly sets the rat poison back in the cabinet where she found it. It takes several stress-filled minutes, but she gets back to the sve quarters and relocks the door.

  Ah, the perfect crime. She uses the bathroom and washes her hands before curling up next to Raina, who thankfully is an extremely heavy sleeper.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (0548)

  Morgan wakes up, but under protest. Her escapade earlier in the morning took a good half hour that could have been used for sleep. “Ugh…”

  “Wake up, come on…” Raina says, panicking. “Sir is expecting us to make his breakfast soon…”

  Damn it. Raina’s going to be there after all. She’ll have to be extra sneaky about poisoning the water for the coffee. At least the rat poison backup is good to go…

  As the two reach the kitchen, Morgan breathes a sigh of relief as the poisoned can of coffee is still there. It could have been really bad if it had been found and thrown out.

  “I’ll prepare Sir’s food if you want to get the coffee,” Raina says as she reaches into the refrigerator. “We need to hurry!”

  “Right…” Morgan says as she scoops some of the coffee grounds into the coffee maker. She looks, and Raina is still pretty occupied with cooking and trying to get the cereal together.

  It’s Sunday, which means he wants the fruity cereal with the marshmallows. “Where’d that go?” Raina reaches into the cabinet and finds the box, but it’s empty. “I’ll be right back, I need to check the pantry for more cereal,” she says. She ducks around the corner.

  Now is Morgan’s chance! She quickly squats, grabbing the drain cleaner and quickly pouring a tiny amount of it into the coffee pot. She puts it away and starts filling the pot with water. Thankfully, she gets it into the coffee maker before Raina gets back.

  Raina starts sniffing the air as the contaminated water heats up. “Huh… wonder what that is,” she says. “You don’t smell that?”

  “Nope,” Morgan says. Fuck. “Maybe the eggs went bad.”

  “Just my luck, Sir’s going to use me extra hard for this…” Raina ments as she scrapes the eggs into the trash can.

  Thankfully for Morgan, the smell of the coffee soon overtakes that of the tainted water. “Coffee’s almost done, should I…?” she starts to ask.

  “No, he wants it all at once. Let me get these eggs cooked fast… make sure you put five sugars in the coffee!” Raina says.

  “Right…” Morgan puts in five packets of sugar, which should really help disguise the taste of the poisons in the coffee. She also adds the two espresso shots. “Coffee’s done!”

  The eggs take another couple of minutes, and Raina hastily makes up a pte with everything and a bowl of cereal. “Go, go, go!” she says, panicking.

  The two make their way into the dining room. As his usual, he takes the bowl, then the pte, then the coffee. “Ugh. Fucking Sundays. Go to your room. I’ll be by to enjoy you after breakfast,” he says, in his usual delightful pre-coffee mood.

  As the two leave, Roderick takes a long swig of his coffee. He starts to gag. “Wh—” He gets up and grabs his throat as his stomach starts to churn. It’s happening. It’s really happening!

  “Sir!” Raina cries as she starts to run back, but Morgan stops her with a surprising firmness.

  “No,” Morgan says. “We’re not saving the bastard.” She draws back and hits herself hard in her ribs, just below her right breast, breaking the GPS tag. “All hell’s about to break loose.”

  “We have to…” Raina protests.

  “I’m sorry,” Morgan says as she knocks Raina out with a chop to the neck. “You can’t stop this.” She walks back into the dining room, where Roderick is crawling on all fours, trying to get out of the room and signal for help from outside.

  “You…” Roderick chokes out as he struggles to stay conscious.

  “Kelly Jourgensen sends her regards. This is for Stefan, you fucking pervert,” Morgan says as she lifts Roderick’s dying body by the neck and spits on him.

  Realization hits Roderick’s eyes at the st possible moment. “...That...”

  Morgan twists his head rapidly. A satisfying and sickening snap is heard.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (0603)

  Kelly is asleep in the van, while Danni is watching the monitor closely. She’s on her fourth coffee and has been awake since 0830 the previous morning. Just as she’s silently wishing for some action, Morgan’s GPS tracker goes dark.

  As she looks out the window, she sees things are starting to get busy on Roderick’s compound. She gets on the radio. “Go, go, go, go! Extract the asset!” she calls out as she runs out of the van, waking Kelly up.

  “Whafuck?” Kelly asks, before seeing that the GPS signal went dead. She hangs back while the firefight is going on.

  PMCs and troops start to pour out of the vehicles nearby as a rge, armored truck breaks through the iron gate.

  Roderick’s guards are all in disarray. They’re trying to radio him for instructions, but there’s no answer. Caught on their back foot, their superior numbers advantage is quickly negated by the element of surprise. Kelly’s people are mowing down the ones on the perimeter before the ones further inside the compound can even draw their weapons.

  A couple of Roderick’s guards manage to get inside.

  Meantime, Morgan is carrying Raina in a fireman’s carry. She’s lost a lot of strength, but fortunately, the other girl is very light. She’s going to need a lot of careful re-feeding to get back to a healthy point. Morgan looks down the corridors. She’s got a small issue.

  She doesn’t know which way is out. She sighs, picks a direction, and starts to run. She goes down a long corridor, turns a corner, and sees a guard she doesn’t recognize. She tries to stop but ends up falling on her ass.

  The guard raises his rifle and prepares to fire at the girls. At this point, they’re expendable.

  Morgan braces herself. She knew this would be a possibility. The mission is complete, but there was always a chance she wouldn’t make it out. She closes her eyes.

  There’s a gunshot.

  Morgan is covered in blood.

  The guard falls, fatally wounded. You don’t survive a gunshot between the fucking eyes.

  Danni is down the hallway, holding a pistol. “Nobody kills my girl,” she says. She walks over and lifts Morgan up while she still has Raina on her shoulders.

  “Mistress! I’d hug you, but…” Morgan says, shrugging, causing Raina to move.

  Danni holsters her gun and takes Raina off of Morgan’s shoulders with frightening ease. “Who’s your pymate?”

  “Raina,” Morgan says as she gets up. She’s still sore. “One of Roderick’s victims. He fucked her up bad. What’s that shit called where you fall in love with your kidnapper? You know, that thing I have for you?”

  “You do not have Stockholm Syndrome,” Danni deadpans. “Besides, I didn’t abduct you. Miss Kelly did.”

  “Yeah, but… eh, fuck it. Can we go home?” Morgan says. The stress of the situation is causing her to fall back on witty banter, which is definitely a way to de-stress on the job but can be annoying. Her eyes quickly open wide. She unholsters Danni’s gun and fires into the distance. A man falls forward, dead. “Maybe I should hold this while you take her.”

  Danni shifts Raina’s weight to where she’s over just one shoulder. She then pats Morgan’s head and takes the pistol back. “Cute. Let’s get out of here…”

  “Wait,” Morgan says. “There might be info on Levin. Shouldn’t we investigate?”

  “Kelly’s already looking for that, assuming she woke up…” Danni says.

  “I heard that,” Kelly says over the radio. “I’m awake. Kinda. Already on my way. The military guys just took in the st of Roderick’s guards. I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes at the tribunals.”

  “Don’t drink the coffee,” Morgan says. “I poisoned it.”

  “Poison?!” Danni asks. “We didn’t cover that as a possibility. Good girl. Let’s go.”

  Morgan practically beams as she feels a fluttery feeling inside from those two simple words.

  “Remind me not to let you fix breakfast for me when I piss you off,” Kelly says through the radio. As Morgan and Danni take Raina to the van, Kelly walks into the patial estate, fnked by a pair of PMCs, and heads straight to Roderick’s study. “Alright… a distasteful fuck like you should have left some kind of receipts in case you ever went down and wanted to go scorched earth on the rest…” She sees a safe embedded in the wall, which has a fingerprint scanner on it. Because of course it does, she thinks. She gets on the radio. “Someone bring me the corpse of the piece of shit who owned this pce. Or his hands. I don’t care which.”

  It takes a full fifteen minutes for a PMC to drag Roderick’s body across the building from the dining area to the study, during which Kelly looks at some of the books in the study. A lot of the material is as distasteful as its owner. A lot of it is male/male smut that appears to have been written by a 16-year-old girl – or at least, that’s the level of the writing quality of it. Most of it depicts teens in the role of the victims, which hits home for her considering that Stefan would have been sixteen at the time that…

  She throws the book down in disgust. “I swear, as soon as I find what I’m looking for, I’m burning this pce to the fucking ground,” she says as a PMC drags Roderick’s body into the room. “Open that,” she orders, pointing to the safe.

  The PMC lifts Roderick’s body enough so that his hand makes contact with the fingerprint reader, which opens the lock. “What should I do with this?” the PMC asks.

  “I don’t know, Riley,” Kelly says, addressing the PMC by his st name. “There’s a lot of things that could be done with the body that would be deserving of a sick fuck like him, but he’s already dead and won’t learn from it. Figure something out that’s neither too respectful nor too depraved.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Riley says as he takes the body and drags it back out of the room.

  Kelly looks over the documents. There’s nothing on Levin’s location… Yeah, it couldn’t be that easy, she figures as she thumbs through them. There are, however, numerous documents showing various charitable donations made to the private foundations of various multimillionaires and billionaires throughout the world. The rabbit hole goes far deeper than she ever realized. There are at least fifty of them trading teens and young adults around like livestock for the purposes of sickening, depraved pleasures. Some don’t even stop at teenagers. Some of them are trading around literal children to use as living sex toys. Some don’t even stop at the children of rivals and strangers – a few have sold their own children into this torturous existence. Some of these people are ones she and Gary have had over for dinner and parties.

  She falls to her knees and vomits. She’s broken bread with some of these people. And they’ve done these things to people just like her own child.

  How many of them are still suffering, like Stefan? How many of them are dead? Are they the lucky ones?

  Kelly puts the documents into a briefcase. She’s decided. Every single one of these fuckers is going down. She gets on the radio. “I want his computers. Every bit of storage. Every book. Every file. Go through this pce with a fine-toothed comb. Everything you find goes to my compound. Once there’s nothing left, burn it to the ground and let the locals have what’s left,” she says in a dark and deadly serious tone. She thought she was at war before, but no. This was just a skirmish.

  The real war is just beginning.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [21 february 2024]=-=[wednesday]=-=(1825)

  Morgan is on a small private jet heading back to the USA, with Danni sitting next to her. Raina is in the back, sedated, being looked over by one of Kelly’s concierge doctors. She’s listening to music to try to calm herself down.

  She looks down at her hands. There’s so much blood on them now. She’d never had to kill while she was in the Army, but she’s killed at least four people now that she’s known of. Yet this time, it was justified. Why? Because of what he had done to Stefan? To Raina? To her? To the countless dead, at his hands?

  Perhaps he was just evil. Death may have been the only fitting punishment for him. To die in some God-forsaken third world country, his body buried in a shallow grave as everything he had amassed in his lifetime burned around him. Maybe it’s exactly what he deserved.

  ….No. He deserved worse. He deserved to suffer exactly as he had inflicted on so many in the past. But whoever carried out the punishment would in turn become the monster. The cycle would just repeat.

  Better to end it here.

  There is so much blood on Morgan’s hands, but at least as far as Roderick’s goes, she feels clean. She realizes there will be more, and she can live with it.

  Danni shakes her as she appears lost in thought.

  Morgan lifts her headphones off her ears. “Huh?”

  “You okay?” Danni asks. “You haven’t talked since we got to the airfield.”

  “Yeah…” Morgan says. “I was just thinking. He won’t be the st one, will he?”

  “That you have to kill?” Danni asks. “No. There’s going to be more. Miss Kelly found at least fifty potential targets.”

  “Jesus,” Morgan says. “I guess after a while, it won’t hit as hard anymore.”

  “I couldn’t tell you, Morgan. I’ve never killed before,” Danni says. “I was basically a glorified rent-a-cop before Stefan got abducted. I’m learning all this crap on the fly, just like Kelly is.”

  “I’m no expert on it either,” Morgan says softly. “I don’t want it to get easier. I know it will, but I don’t want it to. These people are evil, but they’re still people.”

  “True, but a lot of these people don’t see people like you and me as people,” Danni says. “To them, we’re just oddities, curiosities, sex objects… but not people.”

  “...You’re talking like you’ve been sold into this sort of shit before,” Morgan says.

  “No,” Danni says. “No, I’m lucky. My changes were made by choice.”

  “...I should be angry at you for my changes,” Morgan says softly. “I never asked for any of this. To be changed into a woman, to be molded into a killer, any of it. But… I know I would have had no chance at a life otherwise.”

  “You’d have every right to be angry at us,” Danni says. “I’m actually surprised at how calm you’re being even after everything.”

  “I’m surprised also,” Morgan admits as she puts the headphones back on. But she only gets a moment before Raina interrupts her.

  “Morgan?” Raina asks. “What… what happened?”

  Morgan removes her headphones again. “How are you feeling?”

  “Lucid,” Raina admits. “Whatever Si-- whatever Roderick was drugging me with is out of my system and I can think a little clearer. What did you…”

  “I put rat poison and drain cleaner in his coffee while you were distracted with his kiddie cereal and the eggs,” Morgan says, shrugging. “Then I snapped his neck and Miss Kelly’s people rescued us.”

  “Miss Kelly?” Raina asks. “Did… did you kill him just to take me?”

  “No, we didn’t even know you were being held, much less existed when we put the pn in motion,” Danni says. “And you’re not a prisoner anymore.”

  “I may as well be…” Raina says. “My own father sold me to him… I can’t go back home or to my old life, I have nothing.”

  Morgan feels bile rise in her throat at that revetion. “These bastards are sick…”

  “I’m sure Miss Kelly would let you stay while you try to rebuild your life,” Danni says. “She’d pay to have some of what was done to you reversed, I’d think…”

  Raina shakes her head. “No. I don’t want to go back to being a guy. I do wish my breasts were smaller, but aside from that, I’m more comfortable like this, as a woman. I… I’d prefer to go all the way, though.”

  “You and me both on the smaller breasts part, sister,” Morgan says. “I doubt they can do anything with me for a while, though. I’m still healing from him having my impnts put in.”

  Raina blushes.

  “What?” Morgan asks.

  “You calling me ‘sister,’” Raina says. “We’ve had sex.”

  “We were both drugged,” Morgan says. “I don’t hold anything you did against you.”

  “Even so, I-I…” Raina stammers. “...I liked it. You were gentle, gentler than he ever was. If you ever wanted to do it again, I… I wouldn’t say no.”

  Now it’s Morgan’s turn to blush. “Mistress, help…”

  Danni shakes her head. “Nah-ah. Not my circus, not my monkeys,” she says as she puts her own headset on and leans back. The sound of mid-’80s thrash metal is faintly audible from the headset.

  Morgan’s face turns stop sign red. “Raina, I…” Fuck. How am I supposed to feel about this? I mean, it was good with her, but… she’s still got so much to process in her mind. I don’t feel right about this yet. I don’t know how to tell her without breaking her all over again… “...I think we need to focus on getting better and healing after our captivity. And then if we want to pursue a sexual retionship, I’ll feel more open to it. For now, though… ptonic friends?”

  Raina looks slightly disappointed. “I get it, I think…” she says. “Can… can we at least cuddle sometimes?”

  Morgan raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure. It’s totally natural for two girls to cuddle.” She offers the aisle seat next to her to Raina, who takes it. The two then embrace and remain that way until the pne nds.