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observing your captive as they begin to like you against their own will, stuck between hating you and needing you.

spending a whole day terrorising them but taking such good care of them afterwards until they forget why they ever hated you at all, until they ask you to spend the night in the basement and willingly cuddle up to you because they realise you’re all they have.

Jim went out for a party in one of the smaller towns in his area, people are quite stupid on the landside he thougth, but they drink a lot and then the party is usually fun, if noone starts to hit someone. Also sometimes there are cute girls, quite often actually he thought, there are some natural dimonds that are really undervalued in the smaller towns. That´s were he would come in. Quite literally he thought to himself. On the same night a young girl - Becky - was preparing for the party as well. She was so annoyed that everyone in her class mocked her because of her not having a boyfriend and still beeing a virgin. She was 16 years young and had blonde hair, a naive young and beautiful face and already some nicely developed titties.

But until recently she never really was intressted in a boy. That changed some month ago when her hormones really started to take over her brain. She didn´t plan anything specific but definatly wanted to make out with a guy at the party. She put on some nice lipstick and her favorite panties with the tie, in case a boy might even tough her “down there”. She weaved her braids and put on a traditional white and red dress for the town-festival, that accentuated her tits quite well.

Some hours later Jim accidentally met Becky at the party and flirted a bit with her, she was actually interessted in him, but stopped talking to him when her classmates came. She didn´t wanted them to see her talking to a guy that was much older than her, rather she wanted to impress them with making out with a hot guy from their class. When she stopped talking to him after some quite heavy flirting and telling him she might be a virgin *heavily implying that she actuall was one*, he didn´t took it personally. He thought he will get a better one, a girl with bigger tits, althou the virgin part triggered his desire for her quite a bit. Before he left her, he told her to use condoms in chase she might loose her virginity tonight, and she just chuckled and said in a playful way: “ well first of all mister, i don´t plan to do that tonight because i am not like that and seconds of all, getting some guys cum in my princess parts on the day of fertility is not really a "party-thing” for me" “well” he replied in cheeky way “for guys it might be! see you around Becky…”.

She laughed it of and said bye, but without wanting to think about it, for the rest of the evening she had nasty thoughts about guys desiring her so much they would shoot their load inside her. She was a bit scared by the imagination of  herself getting pregnant. She had no idea why it turned her on, so she forgot about it and started to have fun with her class-mates. They drank some beer and took some selfies, talked about their plans for the future and boys and for once she really felt part of the group. No jokes about her beeing a virgin or anything. After the 2nd beer she started to get the effects of the alcohol and felt really smashed.

Later that evening Jim was standing at one of the bars listening to some music and was getting his 2nd number of the evening. A young brunette with huge tits was talking to him and she was quite talkative. She told him that “maybe she likes the fact that you could be my daddy” “i might like that too” he grinned and put her number in his phone, since she was about to leave now. He was glad he already got 2 numbers, but he knew how it sometimes goes, the girls getting second thoughts and not answering the phone, so he still was interessted to get some life-action now. He passed by Becky one more time and saw her making out with a fat guy who was too shy to grab her tits. “I might hand around” he thought, maybe i will get my chance. 10 Minutes later Becky went off and left her classmates, so he followed her with some distance, the place was still quite crowded and he lost her several times. Then he saw she was leaving the entrance and was walking to the trainstation next by. Jim saw her meet someone she knew since the talked and they entered the train together. He also got on the same train 1 wagon before hers. The train too was super crowed and he felt a bit tired, so he closed his eyes for a second, commited to talk to Becky later again.

Suddenly the train stopped and Jim woke up. “Fuck! Where am i? WHat happened? Fuck! I fell asleep in the train. What an idiot i am! FUCK this Shit! I lost her!” He thought. “Well at least i got my car at the last station” The voice in the speaker said, “next stop is the last stop! Please leave the train everyone!” So he stood up and walked to the door waiting for the last station. There he saw her again. First he wasn´t shure if it is her, since she was wearing a black raincape and was sleeping, almost falling of the bench.

He sat next to her and tipped on her shoulder. “Becky! Hey Becky!” No reaction. He took her shoulders and mooved her up, she was passed out. He mooved her left arm around his shoulder and tried to make her stand up. Luckily she was quite a thin girl, quite light to carry actually. Jim heard someone on the bench behind them so he acted as if he was calling someone. “Hey Hi! Jeah it is me Jim, Jeah Becky is quite drunk, can you take us at the last station, Jeah just pick us up in 10 minutes then…. great thank you..see you later… jeah she drank too much and needs rest now…ok see you later” The train stopped and they got out. Some of the people that passed them by where also coming home from the party and were just singing and not paying much attention to becky, only one guy joked “you should tell your daughter to drink less mate, take care!” He nooded and walked on with her to the parking spot. Since it was dark night and far away from the next big town, there were only some cars on the spot , one of which was Jim´s. He took Becky behind the parking spot, threw his jacked on the meadow and layed her down with her back on his jacket.

“Becky!” he said…  “Becky!” he checked. No reaction, only suddenly she breathed loudly and then went back into unconsciousness. “Good” he thought and took of her red and white skirt. He saw a her nice special pants with a little cute tie on them and slightly mooved them to the left side. “Omg Becky! You even shaved for me, how thoughtful you are” he grinned and unbuttoned his trowser. He pushed up her black raincape to her hips and started to hit the tip of his dick on her clit. “So Becky, you were telling me about you beeing a virgin, you remember? Well guess who got lucky tonight.” He spat on her pussy and used the spit to get his dick wet. “If this was any normal defloration, you would shurely ask me to put on a condom, since you don´t know me that well” He felt more blood rushing into his penis. “But since i want it to be something really special and unforgetable for you i won´t use one this time!” With these words he pressed himself into Becky, breaking her hymen and taking away her virginity once and for all. With his left hand Jim grabbed one of her nice tittes and massaged it while gently penetrating Beckys pussy without any protection.

“So i have to say Becky i liked our little flirt earlier. I didn´t wanted to say, but i imagined to have sex with you when we met at the party, althoug i imagined you making me wear one of those stupid rubbers, well i´m glad you are not like that Becky, you are a good girl, respecting my wish to enjoy you raw. He went on sliding his dick in and out of the wasted teenager. I remember hearing you say "getting cummed inside on the day of fertility is not really a "party-thing” for girls" you remember that Becky? Oh i thought it was a funny thing to say. And do you remember me saying “for guys it might be?” Well actually i have to confess something to you becky. It is quite a turn-on for me to do that. He focused on her pussy and pounded her very deep with his bare cock.

“I mean the fact that you have 2 ripe eggs in you right now and the fact that i could easily get you pregnant right now feels really powerful to me. A little precum might be enough, it might already be too late for you Becky, maybe i can´t manage to pull out and shoot one of my many big ropes of cum into you, what then?” I mean i understand that you probably wouldn´t want it, since it would destroy your future but i just wanted to confess it to you Becky. Are you ok with it? You want me to shoot a little baby into you Becky?

Please don´t tell you don´t want that, because i´m really close now, i have ejaculated in 3 days and i ….

Suddenly he heard a noise. He put out the handy light and layed on top of Becky quietly. 2 People were passing by on the near parking spot. They were singing and laughing, got in the car and left. “Fuck this was close Becky, we almost got caught, ok here is an idea, it is not fun here for me, i will take you to my place, what to you think? You like it? I know it is only our first date, but since you already have my precum in your pussy you might as well agree coming home with me right? He joked , Becky made a snorring sound” Ok then!“ He rolled the girl off of his jacked, put it on, and took Becky over his shoulder and put her in the trunk of his car.

After a 15 minute ride into the forrest he stopped the car, got becky, left his trunk opened and brought her to his living room to place her on the couch before undressing her completely. He placed her stomach down, face down on the couch with her hips and ass hanging over the edge of the couch, giving him a nice view of her backside.

"You like my living-room becky? it isn´t that bad is it! He activated his camera and filmed was what going on on the couch. By this time Jim was rock hard again and spat on his thick cock that was full of sperm, in fact almost overflowing, with a little bit of pre-cum leaving the tip of his dick. "Becky look, theres  cum on my dick” he pushed into the wasted teenager. “Who knows maybe this little droplet will somehow get into your womb, but don´t worry it might not be enough. He started to slowly fuck her enjoying the very tight sensation of her half-wet pussy. "omg this is so good, you feel so fucking tight, i have to go slow or i will explode immediatly inside of you, we don´t want that. do we becky?” He keept on thursting into her tight cunt very deep. “Fuck Becky, i´m close now, i can´t believe how tight you are, you know there are two options for me to cum now. I can either be very, very intimate with you and do something that no other man has ever done to you bevore and if i am successful, no other man can do that to you for at least 9month. I can make you mine fully and pump my huge load of semen deep into your unprotected ovulating teenage-womb. That or i could do it on your tits. You know i have a thing with all my girls, when they ask me to not cum inside them i either do it anyways or i spare them. wanna see me how it looks if i spare a girl and shoot on her tits? You wanna have some proof i sometimes spare girls? Ok check it out. Jim flipped on his screen and showed the drunk girl a clip of him cumming on some chicks tits, recorded with his old camcorder.

"See, i could do this to you too, if you ask me to. If you ask nicely.” With slow thrusts he massaged his fat cock with her tight unprotected teen-pussy. “you know what becky? I might keep you, tomorrow before you wake up with a hang-over i will give you some nice drops that will help you, they will prevent you from stumbeling over some tree in the forrest, because they will make you unable to moove your muscles. isn´t that nice? Well also there some form of fertility drug in those drops, but i don´t think you will need them, beeing quite young and fertile yourself, but just in case. Every morning i will give you these drops, everytime you will ask me for some water there will be drops in it. So don´t worry you will be protected for quite some time. I plan to keep you for at least one week, maybe longer, let´s see. So anyways, what´s your decision Becky, i´m about to shoot my load any second now, should it be on your nice teen titties or should i make you mine and ruin your beautiful young body, giving you my seed, making a baby in you. i´m shure in this position your  womb has no other choice than to swallow every last drop of my thick cum until it is all deep inside you. Jes , that´s what i want to do! Here it comes Becky you wanted it that way

…aahhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck……jeaaaaahh…ahhhhhhh”

And with slow deep thrusts he started to shoot jet after thick jet of slimey sperm deep into her receiving pussy. Becky only made a loud snorring noise, as if waking up from a bad dream, once the first big rope of cum slipped into her helpless womb, sucking in Jim´s semen and sealing her fate. Spurt after spurt of hot jizz shot deep into beckys pussy until she was almost overflowing. After Jim emptied himself with 8 or 9 ejaculations he stayed in Becky for a while enjoying the feeling of his power over her, then he pulled out his half-errected dick, with a flush of semen.

“ohoh! look´s like you are already more then full with my cum. Ok let´s give you a little break. Tomorow morning if will be there for you with some nice special breakfast. Have a good night Becky, i will let you sleep like that, it will enshure some cum to gravitate towards you ovaries, making you i made a lasting impression on you” Jim grinned and went to bed and get some sleep.

The next morning he was so horny he wanted to immediatly fuck her tight pussy again, even before she got the drops, he stuck his dick in and came while she woke up, giving him some light resistance, still having a bad hang-over. When he ejaculated into her she asked him “what are you doing? are you cumming? did you? did you just came inside me?

Wait i know you somewhere…”

While she spoke Jim gave her the drops and she started to relax her muscles again. “I will go to the town now, when i´m back i will fill you up once more before i go to work, Becky, the drops are so you won´t hurt yourself, after all you might be a mother now … and if not we will make shure you will become one very soon! ” he grinned at her and closed the door.

Israelli settlers shileded by IOF soldiers shouting “Nakba” and “Abu Khdeir” at Palestinians getting kicked out of Al Aqsa by those same soldiers. “Al Nakba” refers to our genocide and the mass displacement in 1948. “Abu Khdeir” refers to the East Jerusalem Palestinian boy who was kidnapped, beaten, force-fed gasoline by Israeli settlers in East Jerusalem and then burned alive. This event sparked the 2014 invasion and bombings of Gaza.

They’re calling for our genocide again, and for the murders of our children.

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Part of the “Team SA37″ series

Agent Jam finally manages to escape the hotel room he’s been held captive in for the past three days, but the guilt and insecurity over having failed his new team still sits heavy in his mind.

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Jam escapes for a little bit, but Team SA37 f**king sucks at communication, so Jam offers himself up as bait almost immediately. (originally posted under the URL @agentangst​ on August 4th, 2021)

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WARNING: brief/non-graphic vomiting, slight interpersonal conflict, lack of communication, swearing, less than optimal sense of self-worth, brief mention of needles, kidnapping, manhandling, suffocation

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“Come on… Come on…” Finally, with one last awkward rub of his head against his shoulder, Jam managed to dislodge the blindfold and shake it off.

“Oh, ow…”

His head hurt like hell, and it had nothing to do with the two hits he had received that day. He was just so damn thirsty. Not to mention hungry. And tired. But Jam could not afford to focus on that, not yet, not while he had only one more night to escape this damned hotel. It was either that or risk being taken to a second location.

Jam took a deep breath, waited for the throbbing in his head to die down at least a little, and took a look around the hotel room that had become his own little corner of hell. The lights were turned out, as usual, but the city lights shining through the balcony door still provided ample enough illumination for Jam’s eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“All right, all right, all right,” Jam murmured to himself, “let’s figure this out.”

An unpleasant and cynical thought wormed its way into Jam’s head as he looked about the dark shadows for some form of salvation. Asking him just what the hell he expected to be different about this night compared to the last two nights. Reminding him that he’d already gone through this song and dance twice and was still stuck in the exact same position.

Jam determinedly ignored that thought.

What the hell else was he supposed to do, anyway? Just sit and wait to be tortured some more? Screw that.

Jam craned his neck around, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was behind him. All he could see was the table, still bearing the remains of Cyrus’s recent and wholly unnecessary dinner. The man had been getting ready for a damned gala. Why the hell did he feel the need to have a meal before then? Jam knew the answer to that of course, but it still pissed him off and made his empty stomach cry out in anguish. Cyrus hadn’t even finished the meal - half the lamb meat still sat drying out on the little glass plate, the silverware set carelessly on top of it.

Wait–

“Holy crap…” Jam felt his heartbeat pick up, and with it, his breathing. “Holy crap…!”

Cyrus’s followers had actually forgotten to remove the remnants of Cyrus’s meal! The silverware was still left on the table, including the knife!

Why? Had they just gotten lazy? Or were they caught off guard by Cyrus’s impromptu decision to continue torturing Jam this night?

Hell, Jam didn’t know, and he didn’t care either because that was salvation right there! Adrenaline fueled Jam’s muscles as he gripped the chair he was tied to and began the slow and precarious process of inching himself towards the table.

The chair was heavy. The soft carpet caught at the legs easily. Jam nearly tipped over backwards once or twice, sending his heart shooting up into his mouth.

“It’s okay,” Jam whispered breathlessly. “It’s okay. Almost there.”

Finally, after what had to have been at least a half hour of grunting and struggling and nearly falling over, the chair bumped against the side of the table, the dinnerware clattering lightly upon contact. With a little bit more maneuvering, Jam managed to turn the chair just enough for him to be able to bend forward and grab the knife in his teeth.

‘Yes!’

Within ten minutes, the ropes that had been keeping Jam in place for the past three days were in severed pieces on the carpet floor. Jam quickly joined them as he stood up and immediately collapsed, his legs failing him and his headache flaring in protest.

“Owwwwww…”

Eyes tearing, hands clutching his head, Jam slowly and carefully got to his feet and stumbled over to the minibar. Three and a half empty water bottles later, Jam stumbled back over to the table and inhaled what remained of Cyrus’s dinner. It was a bit chewy, a little over seasoned, and Jam felt like he wanted to throw up immediately afterward, but at least his hands weren’t shaking as much anymore.

“Okay,” Jam muttered, wiping his mouth. “First thing’s first…”

He had to get himself cleaned up a bit before finally leaving this room. Jam didn’t know exactly what he looked like, but he could safely assume he did not look like someone who should be walking through a luxury hotel. And the bathroom mirror confirmed that, yep, he looked as shitty as he felt. The soap and washbasin couldn’t fix his greasy hair, nor the welts around his wrists, nor the bags under his eyes, but Jam still did his best to wash away the sweat and make his hair at least look like it belonged to someone who wasn’t on drugs or something.

As Jam dried off his face, he gave himself another glance in the mirror. “Guess that’ll have to do…”

And finally, finally, he was stepping outside that damned hotel room.

Jam tried his best not to look dodgy as he walked briskly towards the elevators. He couldn’t see anyone else on the floor, but he was acutely aware of the cameras. Still, it was really hard to not just go sprinting down the hallway. Jam jabbed at the elevator button repeatedly as soon as he reached it.

The nightmarish thought of Cyrus or one of Cyrus’s followers cornering him in a glass box ended up having Jam turning towards the stairs before an elevator had even arrived. The trek downward was literally dizzying, and Jam had to pause a few times to take a breath and allow his still wobbly legs a moment to rest.

“Doing better than I expected…” Jam chuckled drily as he leant against the handrail. “All things considered…”

The hustle and bustle of the gala was far louder than Jam expected when he eventually reached the first floor of the hotel. But then again, he had been stuck in a largely quiet except for the sound of his own screams hotel room for the past few days. Wincing, Jam turned to walk away from the source of the sound, only to bump into someone heading in the opposite direction and get knocked back onto his ass.

“Oh geez, I’m so sorry…!” Jam exclaimed instinctively as he awkwardly attempted to get back to his feet.

“Jam?!”

Heart skipping a beat, Jam looked up and got a good look at the person he had bumped into. “Agent- Agent SA37…!”

Before Jam could even think to wonder what on earth his boss was doing here, SA37 grabbed Jam by the bicep and pulled him to his feet.

“Where the hell have you been, rookie?” SA37 hissed.

Jam shook his head dumbly. “Hotel room. Cyrus, he– My cover got blown.”

“Your cover got–?” SA37 suddenly cut off, putting a hand to his ear.

“Boss,” Jam spoke up, his mind finally catching up fully to the present, “what are you doinghere…?”

It wasn’t like Jam wasn’t very, very, very grateful to see the team leader, but his mind was still reeling. What did their investigation have to gain from infiltrating Cyrus’s charity gala?

Wait… That was supposed to have been hisjob.

“We’ll talk in the van,” SA37 replied roughly. “Come on.”

Jam’s bicep was released, and SA37 turned and strode back the way he had been walking from. Jam shook himself and quickly trotted after him.

Five minutes later, Jam was climbing into the back of the team’s rental van parked just across the street from the side of the hotel. Inside the van, Agent 707 looked up sharply from the computer.

“Where the fuck have you been…!?” he snapped.

SA37 climbed in after Jam, slamming the door behind him. “That’s what I want to know,” the team leader said stonily.

Jam looked between the two senior agents before sinking down to the floor of the van with a sigh, head in his hands. “Cyrus found out. That I was Double Eye.”

“37.” Tigress’s voice spoke from the computer, sounding tight, but steady. “Do you need me to return to the van?”

SA37 placed a hand to his ear again, saying, “Just keep mingling for a bit, Tigress. Tell us if anything changes with Cyrus.” Then, he turned his sights back on Jam. “What do you mean he ‘found out’? How did he ‘find out,’ Jam?”

“I don’t know…!” Jam replied agitatedly. “There was no indication that he suspected a thing! It still seemed like he was totally buying my cover! And then he asked to meet at the hotel early, and I could tell something was off, but he’d been a bit stressed the past few days so I didn’t think about it until we were all in that freakin’ hotel room, and he told me that he knew, that- that he could… see through my lies or something…!”

Jam took a deep breath and scrubbed at one of his eyes with the heel of his hand.

“Looks like you got your ass handed to you,” 707 said bluntly, looking pointedly at Jam’s wrists.

Jam winced and nodded. “I mean… Yeah… Cyrus has been trying to indoctrinate me for the last few days, keepin’ me tied up in the hotel room, electrocuting me, trying to convince me to follow him–”

His voice cracked. Jam coughed, scrubbed at his eyes again, before looking up at his teammates tentatively.

“So what’re you guys doing here…?”

“We were looking for you, dumbass!” 707 snapped.

“Oh…”

SA37 hissed through his teeth, running a hand back through his hair. “Shit. I knew this wasn’t a good idea.

Jam felt his stomach churn, and he cringed. “I’m sorry, boss…”

“Dammit, Jam, that’s not–”

“I fucking told you,” 707 exclaimed.

“Seven, now is really not the time for that,” Tigress’s voice spoke lightly from the computer.

“The newbie got caught by a cult leader, Tigress…! Just let me be pissed off!”

“Iknow…!” SA37 shouted, causing Jam to sink further against the side of the van. “Jam got caught. Clearly, giving him that job was a lapse in judgement on my part.”

Jam clutched at the front of his t-shirt.

707 sat back slightly, some of the aggression leaving his body language. “Damn right…”

“What’s our next move, 37?” Tigress asked.

“So we’ve been compromised,” SA37 stated. “Pain in the ass, but fine. At the very least we’ve confirmed Cyrus is using aggressive indoctrination tactics, so we aren’t just investigating some harmless cultist.”

“Oh, so something good came out of Jam getting kidnapped by a damned cult,” 707 intoned.

Jam’s stomach jolted.

SA37 groaned. “Seven–”

Jam bolted for the back of the van, throwing open the door and throwing up the sad contents of his stomach onto the street.

“What the hell?!”

“Jam, what’s–?!”

It was over as quickly as it had started. Jam retreated back into the van, closing the door behind him.

“Cyrus wants me for something,” he mumbled hoarsely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“What?” SA37 stared at him, bewildered.

“What the hell is happening right now?” Tigress demanded.

“Kid just threw up out the back of the van,” 707 reported, looking just as bewildered as SA37.

“Oh god, is he all right?”

“Cyrus doesn’t have any grand plans,” Jam said loudly. His voice was a little shaky, but he was at least confident he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. “At least not that I can tell. He just surrounds himself with a bunch of young people who hang onto his every word because he’s convinced them that he values them. But apparently he’s… chosen me for something. I don’t know what, but he very much wants me alive.”

707 frowned. “Okay…”

“Do you know why?” SA37 asked.

“I don’t– He… He just said that he thought I was ‘worthy,’ even though I’d tried to deceive him.” Jam tugged at his hair awkwardly.

“Well,” Tigress murmured, “that’s something at least.”

SA37 narrowed his eyes at Jam, as though searching for something. “Jam?”

There was an order underlying that one word, and Jam complied. “I could be bait.”

“What?” Tigress hissed.

“No.” SA37 shook his head. “No. Not happening. Especially not after what just happened.”

“No, no, no, boss, please…!” Jam sat up straight, looking at the senior agent with desperation. “Look, you could just stick a tracker in me, see where Cyrus usually keeps the dissenting members, and that’ll be like– like– It would do a lot for the investigation…!”

“Yeah, and it would also do a lot for your eventual hospital bill,” 707 retorted snidely. “Didn’t you just say this guy’s been fucking electrocutingyou?”

“It- It’ll be fine…!” Jam mentally cursed himself for stuttering. “Look, like I said, Cyrus doesn’t want to kill me! I’ve already confirmed that!”

“Maybe he’s planning to turn you into his fucking boy toy or something, ever think about that?” 707 all but snarled.

Jam recoiled. “What?”

“Hemeans,” Tigress butt in tightly, “there are worse things than getting killed, Jam. What you’ve been going through for the past three days? It could be nothing compared to whatever else Cyrus has planned.”

“I know, I know, but…!” Jam groaned, fear and guilt and frustration making him want to curl in on himself, before once again turning desperately to the team leader. “Boss, please…! I know I messed up, and I just want to fix this!”

“It’s a pretty damn stupid way to fix it,” SA37 retorted sharply. “This is your third mission, Jam…! This shouldn’t have even happened to begin with!”

“I know!” Jam’s voice came out slightly thick, and he clutched at his shirt agitatedly. “I’m sorry!”

SA37 shook his head with a growl of frustration. “I don’t want you to apologise–!”

The team leader cut himself off and there was a subsequent moment of suffocating silence. 707 was frowning at the metal floor of the van, Jam was trying to swallow back the tightness in his throat, and SA37 was staring off in some arbitrary direction with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Okay.” SA37 finally spoke again, sounding calm, but stern. “Pitch me your plan, rookie.”

Jam coughed. “Um, huh…?”

“Convince me. Convince me that your bait plan won’t make the two of us regret the rest of our lives.”

A second chance. Agent SA37 was willing to hear him out. Jam could not mess this up.

Straightening up with another cough, Jam said, “Cyrus wants me alive. I don’t know what for exactly, but I’m pretty sure it’s not for…” He glanced at 707. “Um… That.”

“‘Pretty sure’?”

“Certain,” Jam amended with a nod. “The guy shows very little interest in that kind of thing. He just wants these kids to hang onto his every word and live the lives he says is best. But he’s not…”

Jam frowned, gesturing vaguely as he tried to figure out how to best continue his case. “…His indoctrination tactics are… not exactly aggressive?”

A skeptical hum emanated from the computer.

707 scoffed. “God, newbie, if you don’t consider getting electrocuted aggressive–”

“That’s not what I mean,” Jam cut in, sounding just a bit more frustrated than he would have liked. “I mean the… electrocution is the most aggressive tactic he used. Otherwise, Cyrus prefers not to use physical violence. He’s more focused on, like, the mind games and the psychological, on making you feel uncomfortable and miserable–”

Jam stopped, shook himself, and continued., “The point is… I can take it. Even if I pretend to fall under Cyrus’s influence, I won’t be there long enough for him to really start, y’know, getting to me… ‘Cause you guys will know where I am, and you can get me whenever you need to…!”

707 grumbled something under his breath, looking away. SA37 fixed Jam with a hard stare.

“…And you’re sure you want to do this,” he stated.

Jam swallowed and nodded. “Yes. I can do it.”

“37,” Tigress said dubiously.

SA37 leant forward, pointing at Jam with a grimness that matched his expression. “I’m trusting you on this, rookie.”

707 groaned, tilting his head back.

“Dammit,” Tigress muttered.

“But.” SA37 kept his eyes and finger fixed on Jam. “If this goes too far, then that’s it. We can’t keep you in the team.”

Jam felt his heart drop. “Ah, well…” He chuckled nervously for lack of a better reaction. “No pressure, I guess.”

“I’m serious, Jam. I don’t want you taking any more risks than necessary. Understand?”

“…I understand, boss.”

SA37 seemed to relax just a little. “Good. Seven, do we have any trackers?”

With a sigh, 707 sat up and grabbed for a case sitting towards the front of the van.

“I swear to god, you’d better be careful, Jam,” Tigress said.

“I’ll try my– I mean, I will.” Jam nodded for emphasis, briefly forgetting that Tigress couldn’t actually see him.

707 approached Jam with a small cylinder in his hand. Jam couldn’t stop the “oh, god” from tumbling out of his mouth upon seeing the needle protruding from one end of the cylinder.

707 raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to not tell you this is gonna hurt, newbie?”

“Sonuva…” Jam pulled up the sleeve of his t-shirt and grit his teeth. “Just get it over with.”

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“Jam is heading back through the emergency exit now.”

“Roger that.”

Tigress snagged a hors d’oeuvre from a passing waiter and began to casually make her way through the crowd of lavishly dressed people. “…I do hope you know what you’re doing, 37.”

“He wants to prove himself,” the team leader muttered. “If we handle him with kid gloves, he’ll just think that we think he’s not good enough.”

“He does seem to care a lot about that,” Tigress conceded.

“Seems to care about a lot of things,” 707’s ostensibly irreverent voice mumbled in Tigress’s ear. “That’s part of his problem.”

No one responded to that. Tigress knew that they all thought the same thing. Perhaps it was just all of them being jaded by this job and the losses they had suffered through it.

“He may be annoying,” 707 finally added. “But I’d rather he not, y’know, die.”

“…Like I said, if this turns south, I’ll recommend him for another team,” 37 intoned.

That was if Jam survived should the plan turn south, but Tigress kept that thought to herself. It was very much unnecessary, and once again, she knew they all shared the thought anyway.

Tigress stopped at one of the side entrances to the ballroom and stood there, looking appropriately bored but polite. Soon, out of the corner of her eye, she could see a figure approaching from down the hall. When the figure was about one third away from the ballroom, Tigress turned to look at them. Briefly, very briefly, she and Jam made eye contact, but Jam otherwise looked for all the world like a young man too caught up in his own surroundings to see what was right in front of him.

Perfect.

After a second or two of staring, Tigress quickly approached the closest member of Cyrus’s entourage, a tall man in a plain black suit.

“Excuse me.” Tigress grabbed the man’s arm, and with it, his attention. “Are you security?” Without waiting for an answer, she continued, “I saw a strange man in that hallway, a shabby looking man, he looked very suspicious, like he didn’t want to be seen–”

“Wait…” Cyrus’s follower had looked close to telling her off at first, but now, he stiffened. “A dark haired man?”

Tigress nodded rapidly, pointing towards the appropriate hallway. “Yes, yes, I saw him in that hallway, and I got worried because he was acting very strangely–”

“I’ll take care of it, ma’am.” The man quickly moved past Tigress, hand already on his earpiece.

“Should I call the police?” Tigress asked worriedly.

“No…! No, don’t worry, me and the rest of security will take care of it.”

“Oh, thank goodness.”

The man was gone before Tigress had even finished sighing in relief. Out of the corner of her eye, Tigress could see a few other people moving agitatedly amongst the crowd. Tigress dropped her hands, which she’d had clutched to her chest, down to her sides.

“You play an annoying bitch pretty well, Tigress.”

“Almost as well as you play a vapid moron, Seven,” Tigress retorted.

707 chuckled.

“Go ahead and mingle for a bit more, Tigress,” their team leader said. “Then come back to the van.”

“Roger that, 37.” Tigress grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and sighed. “I hope this works out…”

—

After Tigress left his field of view, Jam halted and turned to walk in the opposite direction. No sense in making himself look suspicious (or like a complete idiot) by deliberately entering a room full of people. His heart pounded in his chest and he stumbled over his feet slightly.

“Okay, okay, okay, I can do this…”

Jam rubbed at his arm. It was still sore from the tracker that had just been stuck into him, but the pain was oddly reassuring.

The bustle of the ballroom began to get fainter as Jam walked farther and farther away from it. His footsteps were almost nonexistent against the hallway carpet, so all he could really hear was the crowd behind him and his own pulse. Still, when the back of his neck prickled, Jam couldn’t help but take a glance behind.

“Oh,shit…!” Jam bolted. He didn’t even need to consider slowing down a bit before the Cyrus follower who had been stalking him from behind snagged the back of Jam’s shirt and yanked him backwards.

“Let g– Mmphm!” A hand slapped over Jam’s mouth cut off his frantic snarl while an arm around his waist lifted him off his feet.

“You caught him?” someone exclaimed in a sotto voice.

“Quick, we gotta get him out of the way…!”

Close quarters fighting and combat had never been Jam’s forte. At best, he was below average. With that in mind, Jam thrashed and squirmed and screamed with everything that he had as he was carried off into some side room. He kicked and clawed and felt his shoe connect with something.

“Ow! Goddammit!”

“Are you okay?”

The follower Jam had just kicked in the face waved off the third follower’s concern, feeling gingerly around their nose. The third follower gave Jam a very ugly glare, which Jam returned, accompanied by an attempt to get another kick in.

“How did he get out?” the third follower hissed.

“I don’t know,” the follower restraining Jam said through grit teeth. “But we can’t get him back upstairs like this.”

The second follower stood up straight, hand falling away from their face. “Just choke him out and we can claim he passed out.”

Oh, shit.

The hand clamped over Jam’s mouth moved to cover his nose as well. Panic, real and unacted, had Jam pulling and clawing at the hand as his ability to breathe was forcibly halted.

A part of Jam reminded him that it would be all right, that he wasn’t going to die and that the team knew exactly where he was. That part was not nearly as loud as the part screeching at him to fight! scream! breathe!

“Relax,” a voice rumbled through Jam’s heartbeat bruised chest. “Mr. Cyrus just wants to help you.”

Jam jerked his head frantically. He kicked and flailed and pulled, his chest spasming in desperation.

His lungs began to burn and his vision began to tunnel. Frantic, muffled cries turned into wretched, muffled whimpers.

Weak and twitching fingers slowly lost their grip and fell to his side. He felt his eyes close and his body go limp.

“Good…”

His last thought was that of hoping for no regret, mixed with aimless pleas.

Cute things about have a pet locked away in your basement: you can make sure they only read things that are age appropriate and don’t have any silly things in them about free will or escaping

The clock’s slow and careful overhead. My mind shuts off. Searching for exit will prove fruitless. Your eyes are all I see. Quite frankly, they are all Iwantto see. You control me. You always will. 

I can’t think past this madness swarming in my head any longer. I’ll give in. Anything to be put out of the misery of consciousness. 

I’d prefer being broken.