Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

The warehouse was cliche, but Zara had always adored such cliches. It mattered not either way, this was the moment where things started to get fun. This was where words transitioned to actions. This was where La Fleur showed off her power, and Elena realized her own helplessness. This was the beginning of the end of the Interpol Agent known as Elena. Whatever happened, she would never be the same after Zara was done with her. Time to answer my question love Zara quipped, walking forward and started to unlock the cuffs, allowing her prey full movement and control. If Elena truly wished she could now throttle her captor, though she wouldn't make it out alive. Yet Zara knew this wasn't about hatred for the young agent. The girl didn't hate her. If anything, they were too similar to hate each other. No, this was about fulfilling their role. Zara's was to cause mayhem and elude capture. Elena's was to pinpoint and capture her foe. Their deadly dance would determine which was the superior actress. Look at this. I have my very own Interpol agent to play with Zara remarked, giddy with the power she now held. Tell me love, did you imagine your career would lead you to this point? Did you imagine that you would be at the whim of your most wanted enemy, begging for any scrounge of information I deign to offer you? Zara smirked as she listened to the response of her prey. The words didn't matter they both knew the answer. No matter. What you think is now irrelevant unless I tell you to think. You're in my world now, and you'll only profit if I choose to let you. Zara stepped about ten paces away and sat herself on a well worn stool adjacent to a cluttered table. I've always wanted a pet, and I suppose an Interpol Agent is a pretty good one. Come over here. Of course, pets don't walk on two legs, so it better be a crawl if you want your information love. Zara sat there, amused with the looks on Elena's face. She knew it was a rather small request, and she was certain the girl would follow it just to get her information. Elena was prideful, but she was certainly pragmatic first. As Zara's expectations were met, she smiled wickedly and let out an involuntary giggle as the euphoric rush of power seized her. Condescendingly, she pet the long golden locks of the girl below her, and stood up, towering over the Interpol Agent. It must have been a while since you felt so powerless, so out of control. After all, government agents tend to get what they want. Of course, you will get what you want, love Zara paused for dramatic effect before adding Assuming I get what I want first. Time for the moment of truth. Zara wanted to sexually degrade her opposite. Sure she enjoyed toying with her, but there were plenty of agents to toy with and would be many more after Elena. Not all of them, however, had long golden locks and luscious tits. That said, she would start slow. She would still feed her enough information to keep the game fair, if Elena kept herself whole then she would eventually be able to catch her muse, however Zara was quite confident that by the time she had enough information to do so the only thing in the world Elan would want is more of Zara. Zara leaned down, mere inches away from Elena's face, her hand now resting upon her cheek once more, once again stroking the soft flesh possessively. Kiss me she whispered sultrily, the order plain and simple. Elena had a choice to make, a metaphorical bridge to cross. She was more than intelligent enough to know where the dynamic had shifted to. Perhaps it wasn't consent to the depraved acts that came to mind for the lovely Fleur, but it was certainly walking through a gateway that muddled every fabric of Elena's moral code. Zara said no more however, closing her eyes and lingering. The decision was wholly Elena's to make.