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Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 196

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Date Posted: Saturday, March 26, 08:43:58pm
In reply to: Lynuslinus 's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 191 & forward" on Monday, March 07, 07:58:57pm

Nikita opened her eyes slowly; her head felt dizzy as she fought to focus on her surroundings. Twisting her body, she immediately realized her arms and legs were tied to the metal railings of a small bed. Struggling to sit up, Nikita’s eyes darted about the tiny room.

Oh my God! Adrian? What have they done to you?

Adrian Maxwell sat slumped in a large chair; she was unconscious.

“Adrian! Please...please wake up! If they’ve done anything to you I’ll.....!”

At that moment the door swung open and Declan Quinn entered with two bodyguards.

“Well, I see you’ve regained consciousness...you put up quite a fight I understand. My men had to inject you with a double dose of drugs. Don’t worry though....the numbness in your body shouldn’t be permanent...provided I don’t issue you another dose...then...well, who knows...you may never walk or feel anything again.” He laughed.

Nikita glared at her captor. “Quinn! I might have guessed you were behind this! What do you hope to gain kidnaping me and Adrian Maxwell!”

“Oh, don’t under estimate the power of lust my dear. Michael Samuelle will no doubt begin hunting you down....I only hope your little lover’s spat hasn’t dampened his ardor. I doubt that however...you two go at it like animals...quite a good show...if I was into that sort of thing.”

“What the hell are you talking about!”

“Video camera sweetie....in your bedroom, over your bed....I do understand you wanting him to fuck you all the time....the man is totally hot!”


“Now, now calm yourself. As soon as Samuelle tracks you here...we will allow you one more fuck fest then kill you both.”

Nikita fought to control her emotions, taking deep breaths. “Where have you taken us?”

“Well, might as well tell you. Madeira....you know in the Atlantic off Portugal and Morocco. So want to place a tiny wager on how long it will take Samuelle to find you?”

“He won’t be lured into your trap. And why did you bring Adrian here...please check to see if she is okay.”

“She’s merely drugged like you were...I’m certain the old girl will recover.”

“Your goons almost killed her on the boat! Please check to see if she at least breathing!”

Quinn motioned one of his men to check on Adrian; the man nodded. “Yeah, she’s breathing.”

“Take the old girl into another room and place her on a bed...make certain she is handcuffed to the bed.”

The two men untied Adrian and half dragged and carried her from the room. Nikita struggled to move her arms and legs - they felt like dead weight with no feeling. She glared at Quinn who stood watching her. “Struggling is futile Nikita....you might recall that strandium 90 is a potentially lethal knock out drug...or do you not remember any of your training from Section One or MI-6?”

“I remember enough...what I need to know. You are mistaken if you think you can lure Michael here....and just why are you spending so much energy attempting to track and destroy Michael....why is he such a danger to you and the Society?”

Quinn clapped his hands and smiled. “Very good ....very good. Right to the point...and thank you for confirming your knowledge of the Society. I only presumed you and Samuelle had intel on the Society but now I have full justification for completing my task....to kill Samuelle, you and the old girl...collect my small ransom fee and voila!”

“The Society has placed money on our heads? I do feel honored that such a prestigious terrorist organization deems it necessary to have a reward for our demise.”

“You stupid woman! The Society is not a terrorist organization....I would have thought Samuelle might have enlightened you about our true cause but I suppose the two of you were too busy fucking your brains out!”

“I know what the Medusa Society’s goals are...would you like me to recite your manifesto Quinn! Your sick society is attempting to circumvent intelligence agencies and governments, laundering drug cartel and terrorist funds and thereby control them for your own means....and destroying anyone who does not comply with your objectives...!”

“You forgot the most important part Nikita...the Medusa Society is one world wide organization controlling the final decision making process that will stop individual powers from creating chaos in the world. Our organization will rule in the end for the good of all!”

“Don’t make me laugh...if my hands weren’t tied...I’d clap your performance. You are one little sick weakling strutting around like a puny Hilter....you are a joke Quinn!”

Declan Quinn’s face turned red in anger; he stormed up to Nikita and slapped her face hard. Her head snapped back onto the bed as he continued to strike her; blood poured from the cuts on her face caused by a large ring on Quinn’s finger. Suddenly the door swung open and Raphael Esperanzo, the director of internal affairs at Interpol strode into the room.

“Quinn!! Enough! What is the point in killing her now!”

Quinn backed away from the bed and stood panting. “The bitch! I should have had her killed ages ago....as soon as Samuelle finds this place and we dispose of him....my men can do what they want with this bitch!”

Esperanzo smiled. “Declan....you are showing your contempt for woman rather awkwardly....she will serve our purpose. We have been spending far to much time and energy on attempts at disposing of one agent and his woman. Now come...the other members will be arriving within the hour.”

Esperanzo leaned in to examine Nikita’s face. She was semi-conscious and struggled to focus on the face of the man who wiped away the blood from her eyes.

“Declan...she is far too beautiful a woman to beat....I hope you have not scarred her face....this woman should be made love to, not beaten.”

“I’ll leave my men to screw her....to death I hope.” He stormed from the room leaving Esperanzo dabbing the blood from Nikita’s face with his handkerchief.

“Ahhhhhh....what a waste,” smiled the man. “But then Quinn prefers boys, so he does not appreciate beautiful women.” Nikita stirred, fighting to focus on the man’s face.

“.....awwww...who....I.....”, she stammered.

“I’ll have someone attend to your wounds Nikita....yes I do know your name....and you will serve our needs far more than you can imagine.” He smiled and turned, slipping silently from the room.

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