Dallas, Texas
She was sandwiched in the backseat with her arms shackled behind her, between the two men she had defeated just minutes ago. The two men looked remarkably similar. Her guess was that they were twins.
The sun was shining directly into the car. All the men wore sunglasses, except Kat, looking down to avoid the glare, and to avoid the eyes of the twins. One twin had buried his hand in her hair, twisting and holding her head back. He was the silent one.
The other twin talked incessantly. "Bitch! Looks like you're not so tough now, huh?" He seemed to crave for her response. When she ignored him, he pinched and repeatedly twisted her right nipple, stopping only when it turned purple and she cried out.
"Shut the fuck up. I'm calling the client." The leader in the front seat turned around to glare at the talking twin. Kat could see his Glock was tucked into his waistband, with the silencer removed. His nose was still bleeding, the side of his face bruised from its contact with a frying pan.
She was left alone and there was silence, a precious interlude that allowed her to think. Her mind drifted to wonder where Cody was. He would probably be in another car, taken to a separate location, to be tortured until he talked. Eventually, he would break, and would tell them everything he knew.
"Sir, it was tougher than we thought. But we have the slut now." The voice was deep and Midwestern, sounding like a CNN newsreader. It was the type of voice that would have excited her under different circumstances.
She could not hear the other side. But a long time passed before the leader spoke again. "She has been secured as instructed, wrists and elbows handcuffed." They were aware of how dangerous she could be. No chances would be taken. She absorbed that fact and recalculated her odds, saving her energy until her guards inevitably relaxed, perhaps when they took her out of the car.
"Thank you, sir. ETA in twenty minutes." These men were efficient and professional. There would not be an opportunity to escape until they arrived. Twenty minutes meant a location inside the Dallas metropolitan area.
She decided to take a nap to save her energy. No doubt she would need it to face whatever they had planned for her. Her head hung down at an odd angle and her breathing slowed.
She awoke abruptly when the talking twin slapped her right breast, turning himself sideways to gain better leverage. "Is this so boring you're falling asleep?" The silent twin yanked at her hair at the precise moment she was slapped again, this time on the other breast. The twins broke out in laughter as both her breasts swayed from side to side.
"Shut the fuck up," the deep voice of the leader spoke above the laughter. "I'm making another call." This time he did not turn around. But the twins ceased the bantering instantly.
"Is he in location now? Good. Make him talk fast."
The rest of the ride was eerily silent. The powerful engine of the Mercedes purred quietly and efficiently. Soon, the buildings of downtown Dallas were visible. Strangely, there was no attempt to blindfold Kat. These professional kidnappers did not care she knew exactly what they looked like and where she was taken to, not a good sign.
Kat imagined the scene of Cody's interrogation. Maybe he would be tied to a heavy chair. Or maybe he would be standing with his hands tied to the ceiling. Unlike her, he had not been trained in resisting violent interrogations. He would not last long, perhaps singing before sunset.
He would not have much to tell them. He would confess that twice in the last two years, she worked for free to kill particularly immoral men. He would tell them they were occasional lovers. But they were not soul mates. The union was purely physical, intense but short, lasting only a couple of nights before they went separate ways.
