Ability

Kingsman awoke, unsure of where he was or how long he had been wherever he now was. He searched for clues to determine things, and none was coming. There was no clock on the wall, no window to look out for any information. Taking inventory, he realized he was tethered to the bed at the wrist, and he could not reach to touch his own face. In pursing his lips, he noticed no facial hair, so there was no tell there as to how long he was captive. HIs mind was not fully clear, and he noticed the difference immediately. The last thing he remembered was hearing the gun shooting the dart into him. How long ago that was he had no idea.

Jonah Hale and Dr. Sofia Sorina were both notified that their 'guest' was awake. They met in Hale's office to assess where they were at with Kingsman.

"Our man is awake, again," the psychiatrist said as she entered the office. "Time for the show, Jonah. Remember what we discussed about this round."

"Certainly I can handle it, Sofia," Hale replied. "I hope this is the final round, I have waited for this for a while now. I won't be denied."

"No, of course not. I will make this happen. His ability is interesting though. Every time I run the program on him, his brain rewrites things back to almost normal each time," the Psychiatrist said to Hale. "But each time he rewrites he moves further and further away from where he started. Subtle, but quantifiable on my data."

"Yes, closer each time," Hale said. "What round is this one again? I lost count."

"This is the fourth time, Jonah. The first time we used the full dose of the drug, and he rewrote things in his mind inside of 7 days," Sorina explained. "The second time, we used a 75% dose, and he rewrote my programming in 15 days."

"His programming lasts longer each repetition," Hale explained. "But there is more to it than that..."

"Yes Jonah, the third time we used a half dose of the new drug, and it lasted 21 days. Once he rewrote things after that round, I let him crash and detox from all the drugs in his system, only sedating him," Sorina replied. "His body decided to crash and rest, and now he is ready to go again. And so am I, Now that he is awake, he will remember only bits and pieces of things- and exactly as I have told him. Our goal is for him to want what I have laid out for him."

"Yes, as you said last time, Sofia, let him choose to want to let someone help him with his ability. What is different this time that you think this is the final time we will program him?" Hale asked.

"Well, first, his brain waves are different. If we compare them with Mason and Dr. Krissy, Kingsman's brain waves are showing similarities. But again, with his ability, he has recovered fully once, and nearly normally one other time," explained the psychiatrist. "The data shows that his original scan and the most recent one show a marked move to be closer to those who are controlled than his original one."

"So why the detox? Why not use the drug one last time and complete the deal?" Hale asked.

"His brain can not take anymore," Sorina explained. "I cannot guarantee what would happen if we use it again on him. According to the research, he would most likely become compromised in intelligence, and it is unknown what would happen with his ability."

"Have the drugs altered his ability so far?" Hale asked.

"To my knowledge, nothing significant. But we are at the tipping point, Jonah," the eastern European doctor explained. "Slow and steady wins races, like your tortoise and the hare story."

"I hope this round works, and I believe you are correct, I want a weapon, not a vegetable," Hale replied.

"Yes, and he has contempt for you, which is useful in this stage," Sorina explained. "And it is my voice he has been listening to. It is time."

"I am sure he will hate you," laughed the Doctor, who walked with Hale to get to the room Kingsman was being held in. "Remember this is his first time off the drug since he has been here. He will consciously have lots of holes in his memory to fill in."

"I hope the groundwork you have laid will pay off, Sofia," Hale told his partner.

"I have been the voice in his head for 51 days, Jonah, and my record speaks for itself," the smiling psychiatrist replied. "We will see the result today, I am positive. He will fall into the trained persona as he and I interact, you will see it very clearly. As much as you anger him and get him angry, when he sees me, he will feel calm and relaxed and feel safe with me, then I can further our progress."

The two separated as Sorina went into the room where the one way glass and speakers were to watch Hale be the 'bad cop', as Hale went to welcome his now awake and drug free captive.

"Hello John Donald Grant," Hale said as he entered the room where Kingsman lay bound to a hospital bed. "Welcome."

Kingsman shook his head and stayed quiet, waiting for more information before speaking, as he stretched his neck and felt a collar around his neck and then did the same with the cuffs on his wrists.

"Jonah Hale," Kingsman finally responded. "I can't exactly say it is a pleasure."

"Oh, come now Mr Grant, let's not be this way," Hale said to his captive, who was not ready to cooperate. "I see that I don't need to introduce myself."

Hale chuckled, saying "I am sure you have plenty of questions. You are my guest so tell me, where should we begin?"

"Where's the girl?" Kingsman asked, referring to Jessica Jensen. "What have you done with her?"

"Jessica is safe," Hale said. "For now, anyway. You will see her soon enough, I promise."

"How long?" Kingsman asked.

"Have you been here?" Hale replied, walking to the side of Kingsman's hospital bed, looking at his watch. "Today is day 51 with us in this facility, after a three day hospital stay at Lake View General. Your doctor will be here shortly, and you have been in and out of consciousness since you arrived."

"Where is here, exactly?" Kingsman asked, as he was realizing he could not reach very far with his wrist cuffs tethered to the side of the bed through a chain. He jerked at the chains, and found no give in them. He really wanted to rub his eyes and massage his temples, since he felt mentally sluggish even though he felt he was wide awake.

"There's no use for that," Hale said as he watched Kingsman pulling at the restraints on his arms. "With your ability, we can't be too careful."

Kingsman stopped his attempts to pull an arm free, realizing Hale had an idea about what he was capable of doing. He decided to wait to gather more information about what his captor knows about him before formulating a plan.

"Oh, don't be surprised, Mr. Grant," Hale said confidently to his captive. "You will know everything shortly. In fact, let me share something with you."

Hale picked up a remote control and a screen on the wall emerged and came to life, as the captor pressed 'play'.

On the screen, a television news anchor was seen on the screen. At the bottom of the screen in the chryon were the words "Human Trafficking Ring Halted" were displayed. Kingsman felt a sense of accomplishment, but wondered what transpired. The last thing he remembered was being shot by a dart gun at the apartment of Jessica Jensen. The screen burst to life and Kingsman saw the typical talking head newsman begin to speak. He consciously remembered nothing much of the last 54 days at all.

"Meanwhile in Lake View, a bizarre human trafficking ring was broken at Executive Airport just outside of town," the anchor relayed as footage of the airport hangar was seen on screen.

"According to a statement released by the Lake View Police and the National Bureau of Investigation, the ring was uncovered and broken by a visiting psychiatrist, Dr. Marcus Kingsman. The hero, according to the joint statement, uncovered and broke up the ring at the airport, thwarting the delivery of a trafficking victim in the process," the newsman continued as a small photo of Kingsman appeared in the upper right corner of the television screen.

"Dr. Kingsman suffered a head injury during the heroic action in saving 22-year old female college coed Jessica Jensen," the blonde haired blue eyed newsman continued, as the picture of Kingsman changed into a photo of Jessica on the screen. "Dr. Kingsman is credited with rescuing the young woman from her captors, according to Ms. Jensen's account of the action. Dr. Kingsman was found by police unconscious and shielding the girl with his body on the tarmac at the airport. The hero doctor is undergoing treatment for head injuries at an undisclosed location."

As he watched the screen, Kingsman realized the answers to his questions were playing out on the screen in front of him. What he saw next was a picture of James Phillips on the screen, with the "Human Trafficking Ring Halted" still on the chryon at the bottom of the screen.

"A local psychiatrist, Dr. James Phillips, 45, of Lake View was the ringleader of the trafficking operation," the announcer continued as James Phillips' picture popped onto the screen. "The ringleader allegedly trafficked 5 women who were drugged and trained as sex slaves while under his care as patients. Phillips' body was found in his car at the airport parking lot, his death ruled a suicide, a single gunshot wound to the head has been ruled as the cause of death."

As the television newscast continued, Kingsman watched as the single picture of James Phillips changed to include a picture of James with his wife.

"James Phillips' wife, Anastasia Lubova Phillips, is a person of interest in the investigation, and wanted for questioning. Mrs. Phillips is missing and considered dangerous. Anyone with any information on the location of Dr. Anastasia Phillips, a former popular self-help, stop smoking therapist, is encouraged to call authorities."

Hale shut off the video feed, and smiled at Kingsman, saying, "well done, Dr. Kingsman, you're a hero. I am sure you have many questions now."

"Hero? No, you set this all up," Kingsman told his captor. "Five women? Don't you mean 45?"

"I am a businessman, Dr. Kingsman," Hale replied. "How do I stay in business if all my clients end up arrested? I must say I do have you to thank for doing me a big favor in getting rid of the Phillips. It saved me a great deal of effort. I like that forward thinking."

Kingsman, disgusted, looked away from Hale as he continued with his monologue.

"I have had eyes and ears on Phillips for a very long time," Hale continued. "I had my cleaners make adjustments to the evidence you so carefully had James collect to incriminate himself. As for the five in the newscast? They provide a threat to me in some way, so this is very helpful for me personally. And I have you to thank."

"You're a murderer," Kingsman said, staring right at Hale, referring to the death of Phillips.

"Oh come now, how is what you set him up for any better?" Hale said. "You used your ability for punishment and retribution, even making him know what you did to him. Very cruel, but Philips deserved that in your mind I am sure. But as for me, I prefer no loose ends, and his unfortunate 'suicide' keeps it that way."

Kingsman refused to engage in the conversation that Hale wanted to have.

"But no matter," Hale continued. "You may be pleased to know that Anastasia is now back in her native Ukraine. Her former partner's sister was more than agreeable in accepting the new and improved version you so thoughtfully had her husband create. You did an amazing job there, I think Phillips was enjoying manipulating and changing his wife at the end. I love the way you think, very well thought out. Her end result is quite an ironic symmetry, don't you think?"

Kingsman just stared at Hale, realizing he was right about what he used his ability for to set up James Phillips' future as a prison inmate. It was cruel. It was effective, It was vindictive. And it was enjoyable to do, which was frightening.

"Certainly you have more questions for me, Dr. Kingsman," Hale said, as he approached the bound captive.

"Alexis,,," Kingsman said, wondering out loud about the 19-year old youngest member of the Phillips family he had enslaved.

"She is alive and well, staying at the safehouse you created for her," Hale replied, as he pressed a few buttons on the remote he held. "Let's take a look at the live feed, shall we?"

As Hale pressed the remote, a 'live feed' text appeared on the screen, and clear as can be Alexis Phillips was seen on the screen, applying makeup in a bedroom mirror. She looked sad and sullen, which hit heavily at Kingsman, to the point that Kingsman let out a yell and tugged at his bonds.

"How noble of you, Dr. Kingsman, I think you have a soft spot for the girl," Hale said as he switched off the screen again. "And this reaction is after you changed her life so drastically. Is it remorse? Protective instinct? Oh I see- it is both. You tear apart her life and still want to protect her. That is quite a conundrum, Doctor."

Kingsman felt a rage inside of him, he was being taunted and he wanted at Hale. On some level, he knew he was not using logic as he would normally have, and he was using pure emotion in the moment. The emotion just further clouded his mind. Dr. Sorina, looking on through the one way glass, smiled at the exchange. Hale was doing his part perfectly. Emotion was easier to manipulate than logic.

"She is safe and sound, for now. As for what's next for her, well that will be up to you," Hale added as he slowly stepped along the side of the bed.

"Where's Jessica?" Kingsman asked, still emotional, but less so in the moment.

Behind the one way glass Dr. Sorina smiled, and said to no one in particular in a self congratulatory way "just as I predicted, trying to protect them both to the very end, how noble."

"Ah, I wondered when you would get to that," Hale mused. "She is safe as well. I mean, you did 'rescue' her after all."

Hale took out his phone and punched in a number and simply said "send her in."

Jessica Jensen entered the room, dressed in shiny pink yoga pants, matching sports bra top and her blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, her makeup done perfectly, highlighted by the matching pink lipstick and nails. Upon entering the room, she walked over to Hale and knelt by his side.

"Very well done, Jessica," Hale said as he made a point and patted the girl on her head as she knelt next to him for Kingsman to see.

"Thank you Mr. Hale," the pretty, pink clad dancer responded.

"Rescue her? For what?" Kingsman shouted. "This?"

"You never had a chance to rescue her," Hale told his captive. "Her fate was sealed the second she chose Phillips as her psychiatrist."

"Jessica, tell our guest what your future will be," Hale said, as he gently pushed back a stray hair from the kneeling woman's face.

"I will either become the wife of Dr. Marcus Kingsman or I will be an escort for you, Mr. Hale," the pretty woman said in a very matter of fact way.

"Thank you Jessica," Hale said. "Why don't you give your potential husband a proper greeting."

"Yes, Mr. Hale," Jessica said, as she got to her feet and strutted over to the bed Kingsman was occupying, intentionally putting on a show.

Jessica pulled the blanket and sheet off of Kingsman, and then pulled his pants off of him, and climbed up on the bed, straddling the captive. She began by staring directly into his eyes, and reaching behind her to stroke his cock with her right hand while her left hand felt around his chest under the shirt he was still wearing. Kingsman, wrists tethered to the bed and unable to reach anything, laid helpless as the submissively trained beauty followed her instructions. She leaned in and kissed Kingsman passionately, and the stunned captive, his mind still feeling off, found himself kissing back.

"MMMMMmm," the girl moaned as she kissed Kingsman.

She broke the kiss, then sexily sidled her body down and set herself up between the legs of her bound rescuer. Her hand was slowly, methodically stroking Kingsman, who never thought ro use his ability through the contact with Jessica. The sexy dance graduate then smiled, looked at Kingsman, licked her lips and began a slow, sensual blowjob on the man cuffed to the bed, all under the watchful eye of Jonah Hale, who admired the show and the flexibility of the girl.

As Jessica did her best work, Hale made his way to the head of the bed, and said to his captive "she is a very amazing talent, Marcus Kingsman, As you can tell, she will make me a lot of money as a very high priced escort, or make you a very happy husband, the result will be yours to determine."

Kingsman laid in aroused bliss, barely registering what Hale had told him. It had been a very long time since Kingsman had contact like this with a woman, partly out of fear of his ability- that he would lose control and hurt someone- which he had done when he was learning how to control his skills. But here, and now, he didn't register his ability at all, and was enjoying the ministrations of the talented Ms. Jensen. The thought of using his ability in the moment never occurred to him. That was new, and that was not something that registered with Kingsman.

"Stop now, Jessica," Hale ordered, as Kingsman was in full arousal.

Jessica dismounted Kingsman, and climbed off of the bed and knelt next to Hale, who rewarded her efforts with a pat on the head and a simple "well done, Jessica."

"Thank you, Mr. Hale," Jessica responded, smiling at being complimented.

"Why don't you head to the dance studio, Jessica," Hale suggested. "Follow your dance technique program. Say goodbye to our guest on your way out."

"Yes Mr, Hale," Jessica said, as she rose to her feet, walked over to Kingsman, kissed him deeply again, then gently caressed his still aroused cock. "I hope you enjoyed it, and I definitely want more of this, darling."

Kingsman watched as Jessica's perfectly pink backside sexily sauntered out of the room.

"I take it you enjoyed her work," a smiling Hale commented, pointing at the still aroused Kingsman's cock. "That could be yours, but the decision will be yours to make as to how her future goes."

"What do you mean my decision," Kingsman asked, holding up his hands tethered at the wrist, "I am the captive here..."

"The fate of Ms. Jensen and Alexis Phillips will be all yours," Hale said. "That I assure you. And as you are now very well aware, her talents will make me a fortune. Imagine the line of wealthy men waiting to have some fun with the pretty woman who was rescued from a life of slavery. I can only imagine Ms. Phillips would be just as talented. I do hope to have Ms. Jensen as an escort, I won't even need to advertise, her reputation will spread like wildfire in that community. So I hope you do choose to let me use her impressive skills, Dr. Kingsman."

Kingsman tried to break the bonds holding his wrists tight, but again he was thwarted. Hale was playing at his protective instincts. He stopped only when the door opened, and in walked Dr. Sofia Sorina.

"That is quite enough, Mr. Hale," the psychiatrist said in a stern voice as she entered. "Just because it is your building does not give you the right to disturb my patient, please leave us."

"Whatever you say Doctor," Hale said snobbily as he made his way out of the room.

"How are you feeling, Dr. Kingsman?" Sofia asked her 'client'.

"Confused, to be honest," Kingsman said. And he was. He had just had a conversation with the man he now knows to be a slave trafficker and he was now faintly recognizing the woman who threw Hale out of his room as his doctor.

"That is understandable, after the injury you sustained and the drug in your system that is to be expected," explained Sorina.

"Injury?" Kingsman asked.