Leo closed his eyes and looked away from the sight of the gun. His body started shaking. If only he had more time. Leo almost managed to break his restraints before Crackle's goons started interrogating him. He never though this job would have gotten him into so much trouble. It was stupid of him to take it, but the thought of his sister succumbing to cancer weakened him. He was a renowned doctor for god's sakes, he should have seen the signs of his sister's illness before it spread. He needed more time to save her, he needed more time to save himself.
"Hey boys." Said a smooth feminine voice.
Leo opened his eyes and looked up.
On the opposite side of the room a masked woman dressed in a catsuit and leather boots seductively swayed her hips walking towards them with her hands behind her back. Her red lips formed a playful smirk. To Leo's astonishment the front of her catsuit was completely unzipped to where the zipper stopped below her naval. The opening in the catsuit formed a "V", revealing her impressive cleavage that threatened to come free from beneath her suit.
"Who the fuck are you?" asked Boris as he raised his rifle towards the woman.
"Mr. Crackle sent me to congratulate you on your initiative you showed here today with this degenerate. Unfortunately, Mr. Crackle wants to discuss another matter with this man and would like to see him personally." The woman explained.
"And your telling me that Crackle sent a stripper to do that?" Asked Oscar while still pointing his gun at Leo.
"Oh no, not a stripper. I prefer the term... escort." The woman said in a playfully hurt tone. "I'm your reward for the services you've provided Mr. Crackle tonight. He is extremely apologetic for intervening in your task."
Boris skeptically looked the woman up and down as she approached them. Leo could see the man's shoulders relax slightly under his black shirt, as he appeared to be satisfied with what the woman said.
"Mr. Crackle does know how to make an apology." Boris said as he licked his lips and lowered is rifle while moving towards the woman. As he approached the woman he slung his rifle over his shoulder and threw it to the floor. Boris then ran his hand down the woman's arm, his gaze moving with his hand.
"Like what you see?" asked the woman her playful tone.
The gaze of Boris met the woman's eyes. "Let's find out." He said smiling as he quickly grabbed the edges of the woman's catsuit and pulled it open to expose her breasts.
The woman gasped in surprise, for half a second her playful expression changed to annoyance. She sighed while placing hand on Boris's chest. "Ha, Easy their tiger, I think we may want to find a room more suitable for that kind of thing first." She said with her playful tone once again.
Boris looked confused at the woman's hand, then his eyes filled with rage. Boris snarled as he grabbed the woman by the wrist with one hand while using his free hand to backhand the woman across the face with such force that her mask flew from her face while spinning her into the hydroponics system behind her, her hands grabbed the aluminum trough to steady herself.
"You think you can tease me?! I'll take what I want, when I want!" Boris said in anger.
The woman touched her split cheek and looked at the blood that transferred to her glove. "You just hit the wrong fucking woman, you son of a bitch." The woman said as she balled up her fist. She quickly turned to Boris and did a shoulder roll. Halfway through the roll, she turned the maneuver into a hand spring with her feet kicking out. Her heeled boots connected with Boris's chest while she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt with her hands to hold on as her momentum sent Boris to the ground. Boris landed on his back with the woman still crouching on his chest. The woman let go of Boris's shirt and straddled his stomach. She raised her fist and hit Boris in the face three times. The first hit created a sickening crunch as Boris's cheek bone shattered, the second broke the bone around his eye, and by the third Boris's skin broke leaving blood drip from the woman's fist as she brought her fist up to keep going.
"Shit! Boris. Fuck get off him bitch!" Yelled Oscar as he only just realized that Boris wasn't the one getting beaten on anymore. He trained the gun he had pointing at Leo towards the woman and fired two shots hastily at her. The first sparked off the concrete floor, while the second got the woman in the side of her ribs.
The woman yelped in pain, falling off Boris onto her back, her hands holding her injured ribs.
Oscar cautiously walked towards the woman with his gun trained on her as she laid on the ground.
Leo couldn't help but watch the woman's breasts rise and fall as she breathed pained yet heavy breaths.
Shaking his head, Leo realized that with Oscar's back finally turned he now had a chance to break free. Leo started furiously rubbing his restraints against the sharp bolt sticking out of his chair.
"Boris! Boris! Are you alright mate?" Asked Oscar.
Boris remained silent and unmoving.
"You fucking bitch! Boris was my best mate, now you bashed in half his head." Oscar said, his voice breaking as if he was about to cry, while jabbing his gun in the woman's direction between each syllable.
"Your mate is nothing more than an abusive brute that needed to finally get his ass kicked by a woman." Said the woman in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I make you pay you fucking bitch." Oscar said. Tears now visibly welling in his eyes.
With a snap the zip tie holding Leo's hands to the chair finally broke free.
