“I wish I didn't have to do that. I really don't want to disappoint Nana.” Kim sighed and made herself more comfortable in Shego's arms. Shego, of course, was happy to oblige.
Anne didn't miss how Kim again had drawn Shego protectively around her before taking a deep breath before she began. I don't know if I want to know what happened in Europe now given what she seemed prepared to do a few minutes ago. I have to get my hands on the GJ report about it no matter what happens.
Momma, have you ever been in a situation where the best you could hope for is that someone would make a mistake and accidentally kill you?
The convoy of vehicles ground to a stop at the entrance to a valley that wasn't on the map. Gregori signaled back the line for Antonio.
“This valley, it is not on the map.”
Antonio looked at his GPS. “Doesn't matter, road goes through here in right direction. We continue.”
At that moment, a large explosion could be seen on the side of one of the mountains ringing the valley.
Both Antonio and Gregori watched the escaping craft flee the vicinity. Antonio grinned widely. Where there was a destroyed supervillian lair, there was salvage. He signaled his column to move up the side of the valley towards the rising smoke column.
It took them a little over an hour to reach the edge of the rubble field and another half hour to navigate to what seemed to be one of the larger entrances…blocked by fallen debris of course. But that was no problem to Antonio's expert salvage crew.
“Everyone dismount and begin excavation immediately. You, crone, begin the midday meal”
His last comment directed at a hunched older woman who rolled her eyes.
“You should be more respectful of your elders”
“Gah” was the only reply.
They were 3 hours into the dig and the afternoon was waning when one of the men in front called for a halt to the digging. The word came back they thought they heard voices.
This was a problem for Antonio. Survivors meant questions about salvage rights. He pulled Gregori away from the lead truck.
“Go. Bring the weapons from the locker and arm the drivers.”
As the light was beginning to fade for the day, a shout went up from the lead diggers. They had found someone alive.
Antonio motioned the drivers to go and get this survivor and bring them before him. He was shocked to see his men dragging a young woman with red hair behind them.
“Are you sure she is alive?”
Both men grunted. “Yes, but delirious. Only things I have understood are “Global Justice” and she repeats that she has to help someone else” one supplied.
Antonio stroked his beard thoughtfully. He certainly did not need to call this kind of attention to himself and his crew. But if he left her here, she might survive to remember. After a few minutes of serious thinking, he grew a big grin.
His men watched their leader closely. When his face lit up, they knew what was to come. It had been ages since they had stopped for a time in a town.
The crone also watched the goings on intently. She thought she recognized something in the redhead. When Antonio's face shifted and the men cheered, she scuttled forward and threw herself in front of him, between him and the girl.
“You will not. She may be undamaged. She is valuable salvage, especially if she has information that can be extracted.”
Antonio stopped suddenly and stared at the old woman. Damn he hated when she was right. He waved off his men, who all looked and sounded disappointed.
“You will be in charge of cleaning up this salvage. We will be at market in two more days. Will she be ready by then?”
Estrelle, the old woman, shrugged. “She will be.”
The guards dragged the semi-coherent girl to the rear vehicle. She started to struggle but one of the guards grabbed her hair and shook her until she stopped fighting. Letting her drop boneless to the ground, he wiggled his fingers to untangle the few hairs wrapped in his fingers.
“You deal with this, I'm out of here” and he moved back towards the front of the column.
The other guard looked at Estrelle. He reached over and pitched the unconscious girl into Estrelle's truck and left.
The old woman climbed into the interior and struck a match and lit the lamps. She took the girl's chin in her hands and moved her face back and forth. She gasped. She had an idea who this was now. She couldn't tell Antonio. No. He would make certain no one ever found her. She looked up into the night sky and wondered what Miriam Possible was doing these days.
During the next two days of travel, Estrelle kept the girl drugged with an herbal concoction and some sedative from the medical supplies when she burned through the effects too fast. She dressed the bruises with poultices and cleaned her up. Her old clothes were a loss, so she dressed the girl in a simple peasant shift. It made it easier on her. Estrelle was astonished at how fast the girl was healing. She might come back all the way before we get to the market, she worried.
But she didn't have to. True to his word, Antonio's column pulled into the remote bazaar town at dawn on the second day from his proclamation.
He disappeared quickly into a building to be followed back out again by a dark robed person. Estrelle watched them approach. There was nothing she could do for the girl. The robed entity gasped when he saw the girl lying in her stupor in the bed of the truck.
“Ten million dollars and you never coming to this area again”
Antonio staggered and bounced off his truck. Ten million? For one girl?
There was no hesitation. “Done. We will move out as soon as you give me the money”
Estrelle hung her head as two of the largest men she had ever seen collected the girl and disappeared inside the building. She could do nothing but watch. She would have to wait.
At the next town, three days later, she passed a note to an old contact in the bazaar.
Dr. Director had a report on her desk six hours later that an injured and unconscious Kim Possible had been sold somewhere in Eastern Europe for ten million dollars to parties unknown.
Betty leaned over, removed one of three keys around her neck and opened a locked button on her desk and pushed it. Immediately buzzers began sounding and new consoles began appearing in her office.
Within ten minutes, every offduty GJ field agent in Europe was on the move…away from the continent.
Kim Possible groaned and tried to roll over but found that she couldn't move in that direction. And that she was cold, hungry, and hurt in places that hadn't hurt for years. She opened her eyes and then wished she hadn't.
She was in a cell and not a very nice one. This one was right out of a middle ages movie. Dirt floor, straw stuffed bag for a mattress. Hole in the corner with an awful smell. The only thing that broke up the motif was the video cameras in all the corners of her room.
She sat up and was rewarded almost immediately with a gruff voice coming through the now-open food slot at the bottom of the door. “Eat. You have five minutes.”
She scrambled over to the bowl and looked dejectedly at the small amount of rice and the equally small glass of indeterminate water next to it. Not knowing when her next meal would be, she ate it.
True to the voice, it came again exactly five minutes later. “Move back to your bed and sit.”
“I want to see somebody”
The voice said something she couldn't hear and the door opened on the two largest men she had ever seen. The nearest one picked her up by her neck and proceeded to slap her repeatedly until she began pass out. He then dropped her on the floor and both of them left the room slamming the door shut as they went. The voice spoke again.
“You will be silent and obey or this will happen again. You will not be given food until tomorrow as punishment”
The sound of footsteps faded and Kim began to sob quietly into the muslin covered straw of her mattress.
Shego had found only a motorbike in working order. After packing some food and medical supplies she sat down and did one of the hardest things she ever had to do.
She sat up against a tree and activated the Kimmunicator.
“Go Kim, where have you ohmygod Shego…what have you done with Kim?”
“Relax nerdlinger. I haven't done anything to Kim. Do you know where she is?”
“You mean she isn't there?”
“Doy. Think I would be on this thing if she were? You have to have a way of tracking her other than this “ she shook the Kimmunicator “thing here.”
“I, ah, um, that is to say…” he stammered.
Shego grinned at the tiny picture. “You chipped her but didn't tell her? Whoa boy would I not want to be you if she finds out that one.”
“Um…yeah…okay. I have a good fix on you…I have last nights’ tracking showing…huh?”
“Don't make that noise if you want to live. Where is she?”
“She's about 200 km south of your current position, but the signal is weird…like she's in a partially shielded room or underground…you want a map?”
“Send it” and she waited as the screen cleared and the pulsing dot that was Kim showed up on the map. Shego stared for a minute.
“Could you zoom in a little so I can read some landmarks?”
“Sure thing…there you go, just use those two buttons on the side to.”
“Yeah yeah got it” as she zoomed in and found a city name to go with the blinking dot.
Oh shit. She didn’t have much time. Those people were professionals.
“Nerdlinger? Not a word to anyone or I'll find you and your grandchildren will still be telling the story…got it?”
Wade only nodded. He was running the area through his own exhaustive search. His computer beeped and he looked at one of his auxiliary monitors. What he saw there made him almost puke in his lap…even WEE normally steered clear of these people. Mrs. Load paused by her son’s bedroom door. The only thing she heard from his room was “oh shit we are so dead” over and over again.
Shego stood up and began to shimmer in the weak light of the second day since the lair collapsed. She had never been so angry for any reason at any point she could remember in her entire life.
The energy built faster and faster as she repeated the name of the city over and over again.
Shego screamed and let the energy lash out at the mountain peak. It wasn't directed enough. The backwash blew up the trees in a 30 meter radius and fried the Kimmunicator to slag.
The few hunters, miners, and other wandering people who occasionally traveled the valley would often come stare at the top of the mountain to wonder what on earth made a 90 meter diameter hole all the way through solid rock and out the other side.
Shego went back to the bike and pulled out an Evil laptop. She booted it up and began typing furiously. What she found made her stagger. She couldn't believe the traffic in and out of both the website advertising the event and the city itself.
Kim Possible to be sold to highest bidder. Merchandise undamaged and in good condition. Verified to be the genuine article. Virginity assured. Cash only. Only (1) henchman allowed.
Limited delivery options available. Subject guaranteed to be docile and obedient…
Shego was certain that almost every madman in the world was going to be at this auction.
Current unofficial bids before the auction went public were already at 300 million dollars.
Shego cursed. This was not looking good. She began typing furiously. She had some markers that she was going to call.
She was going to finally get Kim Possible on her terms.
Kim had recovered enough to start taking stock of her injuries and surroundings. She was dressed in what someone might call a sheet of cloth with a head hole cut into it and nothing else. Explained why she was cold at least.
She began inspecting the rest of her body for damage. Just some faded bruises and a number written in permanent ink on her left calf: 6425 in large black numbers.
The walls were well constructed and the door was solid steel and, based on what she could measure in the bar opening, far too thick for one of her lipstick lasers she kept hidden in her ponytail for emergencies just like this.
With no ventilation grilles larger than a DVD box, she was well and truly stuck. At least for now. She continued to stare at the walls, time having no real meaning since she didn’t have a window to the outside.
Much later, and several muttered curses about the toilet facilities and lack of privacy the cameras offered, she heard boots tramping down the corridor. She sat on her bed and listened as they got louder and louder, but they stopped before her door.
She heard a door open and a muffled female scream. She heard snippets of what happened next.
“…bend her over the bed…”
“…that's right bitch, you bite and I'll…”
“…ride her like…”
Kim put a fist in her mouth and tried not to moan in fear listening to the gang rape of a prisoner not a few cells away from her. The girls screams had stopped and only the grunting of the guards and the low moaning let her know anything was still happening.
More booted feet were marching down the corridor. They stopped in front of her door. She looked down at herself. She could probably take one of the men in a stand up fight, but she didn't know about a group.
The plate over the window shot back and she saw a pair of very red eyes.
“So Kim Possible. Do your ears work better than your mouth?” came the voice.
Kim opened her mouth but stopped in sudden understanding. She nodded quickly.
“Good. I hope the meaning to today's lessons isn't lost on you Ms Possible.”
Kim shook her head.
“Very good Ms. Possible. Be aware that your value would hardly diminish should more such lessons become necessary.”
Kim could only stare at the door in shock as the panel shot closed once again and the feet marched off.
She went back to staring at the walls….wishing that she had just let Wade chip her like Ron so she could wait for the extraction team.
Shego was pushing the bike and her driving skills to their limits. She wasn't even concentrating on the road any more…she was driving on pure instinct.
She had called in every favor and marker she had. She was tapped out as soon as this was over.
But the only thing going through her mind as kilometer after kilometer blurred by was
She’s finally mine.
Kim woke up, groggy from an uncomfortable bed and dizzy from lack of food. She heard the boots begin to tramp shortly after she sat up. She pulled her legs up from the floor and stared at the door.
The tramping stopped in front of her door and the window plate shot back. The voice was back again.
“So Kim Possible, did you sleep well?”
Kim shook her head, never uttering a sound.
“Ah. I am sorry, but these are the most secure accommodations we have unless you agree not to try to escape?”
Kim shook her head again.
“I did not believe you would. No matter. It seems our clients want a sample of the information you carry. You wouldn't by chance be willing to volunteer something that would satisfy them Ms Possible?”
Kim looked at the wall. She knew it would come to this. She stared wordlessly at a point in space in the direction the gang rape had occurred some time before and shuddered.
She looked back at the door and shook her head anyway.
“Ms Possible, your dedication to the cause of good is foolish. Everyone breaks under torture. Or dies. Did not your precious Global Justice tell you even that?” A sick burble issued from his throat.
The light in Kim's eyes went out. She nodded her head.
“Very good Ms Possible. It seems that you have a date with a friend of mine shortly. I will come see you, Ms Possible. I wish you all the luck with him.” and he strode off laughing.
The door banged open and six huge guards moved in. Kim took a flying leap at the lead one, but he merely caught her in mid air and swung her into the wall. She dropped like an empty sack. The guard bent over and threw Kim over his shoulder and marched further down the corridor. The other guards hung back. They knew what was at the end of the corridor and even men such as themselves would not willingly enter.
Shego was jogging down the last road and could see the muted lights in the distance. The bike had died 20 klicks back. All Shego carried was her Evil laptop, her medical kit, and her field ration pack.
She ran in silence. Anyone who saw her wouldn’t need her to talk to understand her current mood.
She was grinning in utter satisfaction.
Dr. Director received an update on the Possible situation. Scheduled for torture by --------.
She put her head in her hands and started making the calls to change operational security.
Kim came to, sitting on a bench in a very dark room. The smell was not something she had any experience with. It was the stench of terror.
She jumped as she felt a presence move across the room in front of her. She heard a chair scrape. A voice issued from the darkness and a pair of dim green eyes looked at her. This one chilled her very soul.
“Kim Possible, correct?”
Kim nodded.
“Virgin, correct?”
Kim felt goose bumps break out all over her body. She nodded.
“What a shame…so many options lost. Oh well. No heart problems, no brain diseases, no currently broken bones?”
Shake.
She began to hear the scritch scratch of a pen on paper but for the life of her couldn't see how he could see to write, even with night vision goggles.
“Are you right handed?” Shake.
“Ah left handed then” Shake.
“Ambidextrous…I see. That will be interesting.”
“Do you know why you are here?” Nod.
“Please tell me clearly, you are allowed to answer this question only.”
“The people who want to buy me want a sample of the information I have on government agencies. Your job is to get me to give them some.”
“Very good. We understand each other then. You don't wish to reconsider volunteering the information before we begin, do you?”
Shake.
“Please take off your shift and move forward 4 steps.”
Kim paused. The voice spoke again.
“Please do not disobey. If you wish, I can summon an audience and I guarantee there will be participation if that happens no matter the suggestion for your final condition.”
Kim stood up and dropped her shift to the floor and walked forward 4 steps.
“Good. Now please follow me.” He grabbed her wrist chain and dragged her over to a dark blot. She was turned around and leaned back into an off-balance standing position. Her wrist chain was hung over some kind of hook and raised and her legs were spread until her hips began protesting and then locked in place.
“Good girl. Now, do you have any questions before I begin?”
Shake.
“Kim Possible I like you.” was all he said before a padded rod sailed out of the dimness of the room and slammed across her stomach. Then her shin. Then her shoulder. She lost consciousness after the fifteenth blow.
Shego paced her hotel room in a fury. Damn them all to hell they wouldn't accept pre-emptive buyouts even at the reserve price.
At the rate this was going, it was going to be a cadre of supervillians to afford the unofficial bids being floated.
From one of her many called markers, she knew exactly where Kim was being held and what was being done to her. Short of Shego going nuclear and possibly killing Kim, there was no way to break her out or stop them from breaking her. She would have to wait for the auction. If she couldn't win the bidding, she could always just smash and grab.
They would pay for damaging one of her possessions.
Kim groaned back into consciousness and wished she hadn't. Every bone in her body protested the twitching her muscles were currently doing. Her arms were now spread and locked to the same surface as her legs.
The voice came back.
“I am surprised. Most of my guests of your age usually choose to talk voluntarily or after the first two or three blows.”
She could only groan and twitch.
“Tsk tsk. Well, you have another decision to make. Which hand do you prefer? Right or left? You may answer.”
Kim moaned again. “Left”
“Excellent. Thank you for that information.”
Kim never heard the whistling of the mallet that broke her left hand. She could only gasp as her world went white and she screamed again.
When she came back, her hand was a dull throb as long as she didn't try to move it.
The voice spoke again.
“Do you wish to volunteer anything yet?” Shake.
Her left hand was seized and her pinky finger was bent back and broken…eliciting a wail.
“Anything now?” Shake.
“Ah.” He continued breaking her fingers.
Kim passed out again when he broke her middle finger.
The cold water woke her back up quickly…she wished she knew how long it had been. Her left hand was just a fiery blob. She was crying.
“Are you ready for the next thing perhaps?” Shake.
“I take it you have something you'd like to tell me?” Nod.
“Please feel free…”
“Fuck you. Kill me already”
“Tsk tsk tsk. You are a most wonderful guest. I have not had someone of your…caliber…in quite some time. I will treasure this time between us for the rest of my life.”
“Fuck you” Kim shouted again.
She felt him grin again as he began to beat her again with the rod. She made out a pair of red eyes glaring from the corner and shuddered before passing out again.
Kim didn't quite come all back this time. She was only barely aware of her surroundings. She let out a moan.
The shuffling moved from one side of the room to the other. There was s brief flash of heat. The shuffling returned. She could just barely make out a row of rapidly dimming objects on what appeared to be a tray. She moaned again.
“Oh yes, I see that you have seen your next event.” He wheezed again.
There was a sound and then an ice cube was applied to the nipple of her right breast. It poked up almost immediately.
“Just so you know, your new owner would probably have this done to you anyway, but not as painfully as I can.”
Kim felt a hot needle inserted through her right nipple and began screaming at the top of her lungs.
She thrashed and almost pulled a leg brace free.
“Can't have that, can we?”
He reached out and began twisting the nipple back and forth first to her screams, then to her whimpers, until she was gone again.
The red eyes in the corner bounced up and down with laughter.
Shego paced as the time for the opening bids was fast approaching. Her “source” had told her that she had better win and to not blame him for what she was going to get.
It was all she could do not to break down the front doors and go in blasting.
Waiting for something that was hers was not Shego’s strong suit. She opened her laptop and typed a quick email to Wacky Wally.
She was going to need a well stocked hovercraft.
Kim retched as the smelling salts were removed from under her nose. At some point, she had apparently lost control of her bodily functions and the odor was ripe.
She could feel the burning where both breasts were on fire and there was a burning at her belly button. She could feel the blood running down her abdomen and pooling in her pubic hair and other body fluids running down the inside of her legs. Between this and the bone deep pain and the throb from her shattered left hand, she could hardly see straight.
“Ah Kim Possible. You have proven yourself worthy of your reputation. I did not think I would have to resort to more…primitive and brutal…measures to convince you to talk. But alas, you exceeded my expectations.”
Kim felt a hand rub up and down the folds of her vagina. She gasped and wheezed. She spit at her tormentor even as a moan worked its way up her throat. He giggled and continued to play with her some more. Her hips began to move and Kim began to cry. His hand moved away.
Thwack! She never felt pain before as the feeling of a bunch of small leather straps came down on her sex. Thwack!…her abused breast. Thwack!…her inner thigh. Kim went out again, screaming at every hit.
Her torturer grinned…she wasn’t fooling him…some of those screams were pleasure.
A buzzing sound woke her at some point much later (she was cold) and she felt a pair of dull clippers being applied to her pubic hair. She could tell they were dull because they pulled as much hair as they cut. When he was finished, she was bleeding slightly from several places where the hair had been pulled out in clumps and sobbing. When he threw alcohol on her, she could only hiss.
“Anything to say now, hmm?” Shake.
“I see.”
The buzzing started up again and this time she felt strips of her hair being pulled away as all of her hair was removed from her head.
She screamed then began crying again…
The buzzing cut out and did not return. The shuffling went back to the warm flash and returned.
“I ask you one last time, do you have anything to say?” Shake
“So be it”
Kim felt the hand begin to gently masturbate her and she sobbed again. She was so worn down she couldn't control her body's reaction and her hips started to buck once again. He pulled back his hand and reached for a needle.
A horrid realization hit as she knew what was about to happen. Something finally snapped and she began to drone out facility names, agents, access codes.
Her tormentor smiled and laid a hand on her cheek. He checked the recording devices. When she finally ran down he shut them off and turned back to the meat hanging on his rack.
He began to tell her about her new life and responsibilities even as he began once again to slowly arouse her with one hand and beat her with the other.
In her lucid moments, all she cared about were the promises that if she continued to behave, she would never have to return to him.
Dr Director looked at the wall clock. They'd had her for quite awhile now. Still nothing.
She was about to go back to her daily reports when a buzzer went off in the control room.
Looking up, her aide Agent Will Du rushed in.
“Someone just tried to use Kim's access code to get into the network at our London facility.”
She looked at her agent in shock. He looked away.
“Do you realize what it took for her to last this long, Will? No GJ agent ever captured alive has gone this long in their hands.”
Her aide didn't answer, just turned around and left.
Dr. Director closed her current file and put her head on her desk.
Sometimes she knew her job wasn't worth it. She looked over at the timer on the Konsole. Almost 7 days.
Kim woke up in a new cell. This one had a window and an open door. There was even a toilet stall. She sat up, confused. Why wasn't she in pain?
Looking down, she found herself naked under the thin cover…then she wished she hadn't looked.
Her body, from the neck down, was one giant bruise. There was a funny cast on her left hand and there were bandages on both of her breasts and her stomach. Nudging those proved that the needles were still there. They must be giving her a really good painkiller.
As soon as she tried to get out of bed, a young girl rushed in and helped her into a wheelchair.
“uh” was all she got out before the girl put a finger to her lips for her to be silent.
She was pushed out through the door into a short hallway that led to an open bath area. The girl motioned bathing and Kim nodded.
The girl helped Kim sit down in the water and bathed her in total silence. As she was washed, silent tears began to slide down her face as she realized this was only the beginning…her old life was gone and she would have to do what she had to do. She motioned to the girl and tried to mimic killing her. The girl only smiled and shook her head.
After she was cleaned up and had visited the toilet, she was dressed in an orange jumpsuit with the numbers 6425 emblazoned on the back. She was walked down another hallway to a narrow ramp and pushed up it. They shackled her to a chair and put a ball gag in her mouth.
About 5 minutes later, the curtain opened and the auction of Kim Possible began.
Shego was in the middle of the room and was looking around at all the supervillians that had arrived for this.
No one was bucking the rules. Even Monkey Fist brought only one monkey ninja.
Drakken was nowhere to be seen.
The lights dimmed slightly and the curtain drew back. A spotlight snapped on revealing Kim Possible sitting in a chair, oblivious to the world.
Shego bit back a scream and barely controlled her rage. Whoever had done this to her would not live to see the light of day again.
“Do I hear 300 million?”
Kim stared straight ahead but couldn't focus. Most of the auction goings on were a blur. She could only make out short conversations…
“…how long did it take for her…”
“…what did the brochure say about…”
“…virginity guaranteed…”
“…the hair will grow back…”
The voices and words blended in her head until she heard
“SOLD! Lot 6425, Kim Possible, to number 17 for 454.7 million dollars. Please see one of the hooded gentlemen to arrange payment.”
Kim hung her head and more tears slipped down her face. She hoped her new owner would be careless.
Dr. Director looked up as Agent Du again entered his office.
She did NOT like the look he had on his face.
“Ma'am we've lost ten more agents in Tanzania and we just received this from our source…I…I…” Du turned around and fled the room.
Betty looked at the folder. She really didn't want to open it. Didn't want to know.
She picked up the folder and peeked inside.
Kim Possible sold for approximately 500 million dollars. Buyer unknown. Condition: Broken.
She shut the file again and reached into her drawer for the hard stuff.
She never even thought of reaching for a glass.
At some point during the night, she turned off the Konsole and passed out on the couch in her office.
Kim stared into the familiar darkness of the room where she had broken. Funny, it didn't bother her as much any more. Her torturer was giving her some final “suggestions” before her new owner arrived.
There was a shuffling as three new figures entered and stood in front of her bound body.
“As you can see, she is, with the exception of the hand, fit.”
A mechanical voice answered. “What are those needles doing there?”
“Merely tools needed to convince her to talk. If you were interested in body piercing, I made certain to be careful with her.”
“I see”
Her tormentor’s voice continued “Would you like a brief sample of her docility and cooperativeness?”
“Please”
A hand reached out and traced a line between her breasts before he spoke again
“Ask your new master to do something to make you his.”
Kim's voice, harsh and quiet “What do you want me to say?”
She could feel the grin on his face as he turned to her new owner and held out his hand.
“We found this braided into her hair while we were…talking…yesterday.”
The figure held up her lipstick laser.
The voice continued. “Kim beg your new master to hurt you with your little toy.”
Kim looked into the darkness of the stranger and said “Please burn me with my little toy”
When there was no response, Kim repeated herself louder. “Please mark me as yours!”
And then louder. Until she was begging him to do something, anything, just please do something.
The figure leaned over and whispered “I always mark what is mine, and now you are.”
The laser snapped on to low setting.
Kim's screams could be heard all the way up to the prison entrance. The guards shivered in the heat despite the nice temperature.
When the screaming stopped, the older man looked at the mysterious figure and smiled as Kim was taken from the room and returned to her new cell.
“I never expected you to be that good with a tool. I would have though you went in for the personal touch.”
The figure threw back the hood, removed the robe, and a soft voice hissed
“You haven't really seen me in action yet.”
By the time Shego was done, not even a forensic team would have been able to find enough to know that only one person had been slaughtered in the room. As she closed the door behind her, what was left of his head finally separated from the ceiling and dropped to the floor.
His still twitching heart was in a plastic bag concealed inside her new robe.
Kim awoke again in the new room. The new pain in her groin made her gasp. She crawled out of bed and over to a mirror. She pulled the bandages aside and looked.
She began to giggle hysterically as two Japanese characters stared back at her in the mirror:
Shi and Go
Shego had asked to take Kim with her immediately to her waiting hovercraft. After her funds were verified, a very docile Kim was led out on a leash and handed over to her. Shego merely nodded inside of her hood and turned and walked out…trailing Kim.
They were well away before anyone noticed the mess.
Shego unhooked the leash and told Kim to sit down as she went into the back to get the girl something other to wear. She kept her senses trained on Kim to see how long it would take for her to attack or try to escape.
When she came back into the main cabin, she found her sitting with her knees drawn up under her chin staring at the wall.
She hadn’t moved an inch.
Shego looked down at her new toy and shrugged. “Here…put these on.” She tossed the clothes into a pile in front of her. She braced herself for the fashion quip that was about to fly out of Kim’s mouth.
She could only stare in silence as Kim stood up and removed the one piece shift and began to dress without complaint. When she finished, she sat back down and looked up at Shego and cocked her head as if expecting something.
Shego began to grin. I hope she likes her new accommodations.
The hovercraft control console began to beep, indicating that the automated systems were locked and the landing systems engaged.
Shego retrieved one last item from a pocket… She reached down and snapped an onyx-like collar onto Kim’s neck. Producing a new leash, she tugged on it.
“Up and at ‘em Princess.” she said as the hovercraft stopped and the ramp began to lower. “Time to see your new home.”