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As we head out of the office, I remain guarded, observing every interaction and conversation with a more critical eye. I listen carefully to the words exchanged, searching for any hidden meanings or signs of deception. The doubts persist, but for now, I must compartmentalize them, channeling my energy into uncovering the truth.

Throughout the interviews, I maintain a professional demeanor, concealing the doubts and suspicions that gnaw at me from within. I ask probing questions, seeking to uncover any hidden connections, patterns, or inconsistencies. I observe the body language of those we interview, hoping to catch a glimpse of truth or deception.

As the day progresses, I can't shake the feeling of being watched. Paranoia whispers in the corners of my mind, suggesting that every conversation, every movement, is being monitored. I remind myself to stay focused, to not let fear cloud my judgment. But the knowledge that someone within the Bureau may be involved in a dangerous cover-up continues to eat away at my resolve.

By the time evening descends, we conclude our last interview for the day. Exhaustion bears down on me, both physically and mentally. The stress of the investigation and the growing doubts have taken their toll. I realize I can no longer go on like this, blindly trusting those around me without concrete evidence of their loyalty.

Returning to my rental house, I find comfort in the silence. The darkness outside mirrors the turmoil within me. I know that I need to delve further into the files but after the events of the day I need some time to decompress.

I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower, letting the sound of running water drown out my racing thoughts. Stepping under the warm stream, I let the tension melt away, at least temporarily. The feeling of the water cascading over my body is soothing, a momentary respite from the chaos that surrounds me.

As I stand there, allowing the water to wash away the physical and emotional exhaustion, I let my thoughts drift. The rhythmic sound of the water hitting the tiles creates a backdrop of white noise, drowning out the noise of doubts and suspicions that have plagued me throughout the day.

I focus on the sensation of the water against my skin, the gentle pressure easing the tension in my muscles. The warmth of the water envelops me, creating a cocoon of comfort.

With each passing moment, the water clears my mind, washing away the chaos and confusion that has clouded my thoughts. I allow myself to be fully present, embracing the simplicity of this solitary moment.

Stepping out of the shower I wrap a soft towel around myself and walk toward the counter. Opening the mirror cabinet, I pick through the limited supply of items I put in there the first night I arrived. Selecting a scented moisturizer to indulge in the luxury of self-care, I close the cabinet.

The container makes a loud noise in the small space when I drop it into the sink, my eyes widening at the reflection in front of me in the mirror. Whatever thoughts still plaguing my mind about the victims and the corruption vanish.

I can feel the cold touch of the blade against my neck, causing a tremor to run through me. I meet the intense, black-eyed gaze of the figure standing behind me, his hood partially concealing his features.

“I really need better locks,” I snark.

He chuckles and the closeness of his body behind me has me feeling it against my skin. The way his voice is modulated gives the sound a sinister edge. “Pretty Little Darling. Do you think a lock would stop us?”

I tilt my head slightly, not really paying attention to the fact that by doing so I press my neck closer to the blade in his hand. “I really don’t feel like this is all that fair. You seem to see me naked all the time but yet you don’t return the favor.”

His chuckle rumbles against my back again, sending shivers down my spine. "Ah, Little Darling, where's the fun in fairness?”

I try to take in as much of the room from my view in the mirror before narrowing my eyes back on him. “Where is your other half?”

The blade scrapes up the skin along my throat and his focus stays fixed on that for a moment. I’m forced to lift my chin as the blade gets higher.

“Around. You’ll see him soon enough,” he eventually responds. His other arm moves around my body, his gloved hand wrapping around my throat, the grip firm but not cutting off my airways. “What would you do to know who we really are, Little Darling?”

His eyes bore into me as he moves the knife back down my body. He uses the tip of the knife to undo the towel wrapped around me. It falls to the floor at our feet and I’m now left fully exposed to him as my breath catches.

I hear him groan as he scrapes the tip of the blade across my skin, trailing it down one of my breasts to then press the flat of the blade against the nipple. The coldness makes me shudder. This shouldn’t be turning me on so much, but it is.

I swallow hard against the arousal flooding my body. “What makes you think that I won’t just get sick of your games and report this?”

He chuckles again, his body now close enough that I can feel his hard cock against my ass. “You haven’t yet, because you’re such a good girl for us. You don’t want us disappearing like ghosts. Besides, you’re too curious, too invested now. I can see it in your eyes, you’re already too far down this rabbit hole.”

As his words sink in, fear, desire, and curiosity all vie for dominance, creating a chaotic storm within my mind. There is an undeniable pull that their presence has on me, even in this perilous situation.

His gloved hand tightens around my throat, his grip both commanding and possessive. The coldness of the blade against my skin and the pressure of his body against mine awaken sensations I never expected to feel in such circumstances. It's a twisted dance of power and vulnerability, a dangerous allure that I can't fully comprehend.

His mask brushes against the side of my face as his modulated voice rumbles in my ear. “How far are you willing to go for your answers? How hungry are you, Little Darling? Would you let me open your skin with my blade? Would you let me fuck your pretty pussy with my cock?”

Chapter 17

Alex

Igaspsoftly,mybody trembling at the raw intensity of his words. The mix of fear and desire within me intensifies, my mind struggling to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through my veins. The darkness of the situation tugs at the deepest recesses of my desires, awakening a hunger I didn't know existed.

"I... I won't be your submissive plaything," I manage to stammer, my voice betraying a flicker of uncertainty. "I won't let you control my body or mind.”

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