Remember Me? by Stave-Less-3 on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Martha had been laying on this bunk for over an hour, still trussed up from transport. She and Lara had been seperated when they arrived at this deserted, forgotten place; it smelt of damp, like it hadn't been used in years. Footsteps approached her from behind but she couldn't turn to see who it was. Two people, heavy boots. One grabbed the bunk and began dragging it scraping from the room and along a dark corridor, nothing was spoken.

A door was kicked open and Martha was dragged into a room she hadn't seen before, the guards left. This room was special, a smudged reflective viewing window and the door she was dragged through was all she could see but it felt like a once important place. New footsteps now, someone who was waiting for her and now they were alone together. High-heels clicked on the floor, expensive types... then manicured fingers felt under the strap around her shoulder and grasped it, her torso was yanked upwards until the chain fastening her to the bunk snapped taught.

"Remember me Martha?" Came the Commissioner's voice. "I've wanted to see you like this for a while now."

Martha strained to look at her, she was wearing a revelaing dress, the front unzipped by two inches to show her cleavage. "I know who you are" Martha said defiantly.

"Finally figured it out have you?"

"You know I won't cooperate, you'd better keep me in these restraints if you want to stay safe."

The Commissioner laughed "I have just the thing to make you cooperate behind me. Besides I cannot legally keep you like this much longer."
"You always did like rules" Martha snorted. "Jackie is..."

"Never mind Jackie" she cut her off. "They're playing good-cop, bad-cop in this facility, Jackie is with Lara." Releasing her grip she let Martha fall to the dusty mattress. "I'm the bad-cop, and you're mine."