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Dark Angel, part six

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Helena Koch slung the young blonde librarian to the cold metal floor hard, like a sack of laundry. Since her hands were bound behind her with plastic restraints Clemence was completely unable to catch herself. She grunted in pain as the former second in command of the Reich lifted her roughly to her knees to face the woman who was both her motivation and inspiration. Her blouse was torn open in the front to reveal her pert breasts, the cool air of the underground facility causing her nipples to harden. She gasped several times for breath, the nervous rasp in her throat unmistakable as fear. Clemence didn't want to look up at the figure seated in front of her. She knew who the cybernetic assassin worked for and who she had been taken to see. Ilsa Hauppman, the psychotic Nazi leader of the Fourth Reich criminal organization. The girl just sat there shivering on her legs, refusing to look her abductor in the face and meet her eyes. The woman who fancied herself the next leader of the Aryan race smirked and looked down at her captured prey.

"Welcome Ms. Wittgener-Mackenzie," Ilsa purred, "I have been expecting you. I hope you can appreciate all the trouble I've gone through to make this meeting happen."

Clemence didn't respond. She just sat there breathing in and out rapidly and shivering in the cold, her eyes still locked on a single spot on the floor. A tune popped into her head and she tried to hold onto it so you could drown out the insane Nazi.

I'd like to be...Under the sea...In an octopus' garden, in the shade...

"You cost me two agents," the Reichsführer continued, "and quite a bit of money. Do you know why I went through all that to make this meeting happen?"

Again, Clemence didn't say a word. Ilsa nodded at Jormungandr who lashed out and punched the poor girl in the small of her back. Her mouth flew open in silent agony. She seized up in pain and collapsed to the floor on her side, tears of fear and pain sliding down her cheek to the floor. Ilsa crossed her legs and took out a package of fresh cigarettes, tapping the contents against the side of her chair before opening them up. Helena once again pulled the girl to her knees.

"I said do you know why I went through all the trouble of bringing you here girl?"

Clemence knew exactly why she was here. This vicious, evil woman wanted to know the future before it happened. To plan and strategize all of her criminal actions one step ahead of not only her competition, but law enforcement and the caped community as well. With her foresight used as a weapon, Ilsa would be able to gain a serious advantage over her enemies and though the images came to her only as dreams and visions, she had little doubt that Ilsa would waste no expense to unravel their mysteries. She would be her prisoner here forever, a slave to the Fourth Reich until such time that she no longer needed her or at least her incredible ego told her it no longer needed her. Clemence bit her lip hard and refused to say anything. Better to die than give her the satisfaction or information she desired. Helena got ready to hit the librarian again when Ilsa raised her hand and the cyborg took a step back, folding her hands behind her back.

"Take her over to my chambers, chain her up and prepare her for some of my personal verschärfte vernehmung instead my dear Jormungandr."

"Yes Reichsführer!"

Ilsa glared at the limp young woman as she was hoisted back to her feet by the super-strong assassin. Her eyes still were locked on an imaginary something on the ground nearby.

We would sing and dance around...because we know we can't be found...
I'd like to be under the sea...

The Aryan woman stood and took two steps over to the terrified girl, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to meet her gaze at last. The woman known as Genocide lit her cigarette in front of her and blew a cloud a acrid smoke into her face.

"Tell me girl, how long do you think it will take for me to really ruin your life...shatter everything you know to be reality? How much can you endure before I really fuck you up? I want you to think on this, ja, because I plan on doing this to you every single day for the rest of your life until you tell me what I want or you somehow manage to kill yourself."

Clemence let out a long, terrible moan.


To be continued...

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Story was a tad shorter on this lead-in chapter of things to come...:iconscaredplz:

Artwork and inspiration provided by the amazing :iconnathandart:

Clemence created by :iconnathandart: as well small contributions from myself.

Helena Koch, Ilsa Hauppman and Soviet Superwoman (who hasn't really featured much in my last few stories), as well as the story are all my property and creations.

This takes place in the :iconangel-fallsda: setting.
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asta-clz's avatar
hmmm hot story and a hot pic as well :)