Thread: Sex and the Modern Psycho

Abigail was just about to turn on her heel and head for the closet after she finished setting Scag's dead weight up on his desk before she felt someones hand grab her by her loose pony tail and yanked her back. Before she could even react, she found herself in a difficult and awkward position with absolutely no openings to wriggle her way out of. Her hands had automatically went for his wrists, her long nails digging into his flesh but stop just short of drawing blood when she felt the knife up to her neck. She was panting heavily as the burst of adrenaline went through her, realizing that she was in a very difficult fix and may not be able to get out of it. Her panicked face suddenly shifted into a composed and relaxed one. Ah...so you were already here? Early as always I see. She relaxed her fingers so she was no longer digging her nails into him. Feeling the knife move down to the hem of her dress and tear all the way up made her wish that she wore panties. Then again, those probably would have been torn off anyway. Now her fully nude body was in view and the attached holster hanging over her hips containing her sedatives, knife and gun was exposed. Even if he let her go he'd likely do it after taking her weapons from her. As the knife trailed up her stomach and around her nipples they reacted instantly and she bit back a moan. The danger only proved to turn her on more but she had to focus. If she didn't talk her way out of this she'd be dead. Here I thought it would be easier for me to infiltrate because I was a woman. Maybe the shitty security was a back fire after all, She managed to say, her lips curling into a seductive smile. She could even turn her head to see him all the way, but just being against his body like this let her know that he was tone, probably had a very nice body underneath all that black clothing. Hopefully he would be handsome. She'd never forgive herself if she died at the hands of an ugly. Well, at least I know that you will continue my work when I'm gone. I don't know why you go after the same people as I do, but I do it because of justice. I do it because those types of scum are hurting our country and our future. They're making innocents suffer. There are so many people who deserve their money a lot more than they do. I won't stop until the I destroy the system so the rich don't get richer and the poor don't get poorer. I'm fighting for my country...even after they discharged me from the special ops. She paused, realizing she had gone a little too far. She realized though, the best way to persuade someone of his intelligence was with the truth. He could probably see through bullshit lies as well as she could. She sighed and then closed her eyes, the grin no longer on her face but a stern and honest expression replacing it. I don't mind dying for my country. I'm just not ready to die now. She wondered if their was any point in begging. Probably not. One wrong word and she'd end up with a slit throat. I must say though, She began, her face lighting up again with seduction. Its too bad that we didn't get together for a cup of copy or something. You seem like you're very much my type. The way we danced around each other playing cat and mouse was kind of fun. It did give me a thrill of pursuit, but I guess I was the one who ended up being your pray. She moved her hands down to her breast, being careful not to graze the knife and clutched them hard, pushing them together. At least you got to see my naked body. Not many men do, especially not even before a first date. She teased with a grin.