Interlude: a Masochist’s woe
In Korea, where the facility from the previous chapter once stood, another group of n that were using black automobiles stopped in front of the rubbles.
A chinese man with bracelets quickly got out of the cars, and walked to the rubbles. He looked pissed and desperate. The bracelets on his arms suddenly flew out of his body, and he slamd it towards the ground, frustrated by the sight in front of him.
A man quickly walked towards him, a bit scared.
“Send search parties!” the chinese man roared. “I want every man to find a trace! We were so close!”
“But—”
“Do I ask for your opinion?” the Chinese man said coldly.
“N-No… certainly master…” the man then left, leaving the enraged man alone.
This man is of course Wenwu. He had been trying to find Cleopatra ever since he t her, trying to feel that again… to feel that.. Pleasure…
He had been so close for many tis, but just before he could reach her, she disappeared, like a re illusion…
He then suddenly heard so shouts from behind him, and turned around. “What’s going on?!”
As soon as he turned around, he saw a flock of Ornithopters approaching the group rather nacingly, sending chills around the n’s neck.
Wenwu frowned as he saw it, and walked towards the group as he retrieved back his bracelets.
He was about to jump to attack the Ornithopters, but then, chains suddenly appeared from the ground, locking him in place.
His eyes widened as he was chained to the ground. This is it. He finally felt it again, the restraints of the chains, the dominating feeling of it.
A woman then suddenly appeared from a portal in front of him, and he finally saw her again… Cleopatra… the woman he wanted…
“You… are a pathetic man…” said the woman, shaking her head in disgust. “You followed for hundreds of years like a puppy that lost its master. It’s starting to get annoying.”
“I- I…” Wenwu stuttered. But then, his face turned fierce as he used his bracelets to attack Cleopatra, but again, like before, it never hit. “Why won’t it hit! You will be mine, woman!”
“Disgusting.” Cleopatra spat. “This is getting frustrating, I want to kill you… but… you’re too precious for our organisation…”
“What?! I am not your puppet!” he shouted.
Cleo smiled. “Sure, tell yourself that.” Cleo walked towards him, and touched his cheek, making him flinch. Cleo then moved his hand to his neck, and choked him.
“Ooh… you like that?” Cleo said with a teasing smile. “Well, enjoy it while it lasts… because once you are asleep, you will forget everything here… Anna’s powers are quite handy for things like this, you know?”
Wenwu’s pants turned tight as Cleo choked him. But he soon started to feel sleepy. He knew sothing was going to happen once he’s asleep, so he tried to stay awake as long as possible.
“Oh, a fighter? I like it~” Cleo sneered as she clenched Wenwu’s neck harder, making him gasp for air. Wenwu’s pants turned tighter and tighter, it was a turn on for him, especially with her beautiful face so close to his face, he couldn’t move either, which made it all the better.
His eyes started to see stars as he started to pass out, then, he dropped to the ground, almost dying because of asphyxiation.
Cleo then turned around, only to see the other n were asleep on the ground, using chemicals that are easily obtained.
“Sister, it's your turn now,” Cleo said to her communicator.
“That’s it? I thought you’ll enjoy it for a couple more minutes~”
Cleo rolled her eyes. “He is not my type.” she said. “I want a man that can dominate … not to be dominated by …”
“Oookay… didn’t have to be that detailed…” Anna coughed in the communicator.
Cleo shrugged. “You asked for it. Just do it.”
Anna humd. “Doing it… now.”
As soon as Anna said that, Cleo saw Wenwu’s head glowing pink for a little, before stopping abruptly. She also saw the sa thing in the other n, aning that Anna’s power had worked.
“Done, get out of there.” Anna said.
“Thanks for your help sis.” said Cleo, humming. “By the way, where’s father now?”
“Really? You asked this like, every hour…”
“I just want to know…”Cleo shrugged as she entered the Ornithopter.
“He and mother are going to a wedding.” Anna sighed.
“Whose?”
“Margaret Carter’s wedding.”
“Who’s the groom?”
“No idea.”
“No idea?”
“Seriously, there’s no data on him whatsoever,” said Anna. “Physical or otherwise, it’s like he just appeared out of nowhere.”
“Huh… okay, if you can, find sothing about him, might be worth looking into.”
“Sure sis, sure.”
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