Part 3
Sydney Livingston sat in the safehouse. Robert hadn't been in touch for several days and frankly she was feeling anxious. It was not like him to not at least call. He had spent months helping her deal with heroine withdrawals, brought on by Frank Sloan's forced addiction. She had taken quite a likening to Robert, truth be told. But she also knew that it was one sided. For when Robert was here, he spent a huge amount of time talking about his wife Katirina. He also often referred to one called Amethyst and she figured that must be a partner or contact.
Suddenly she heard a car door. She went to the window hurriedly and peered out, being careful to remain obscured from view. Sydney saw what looked like an extraordinarily tall woman with coal black locks of hair, getting out of some 25 year old muscle car. Then she began to walk up toward the house. Not knowing who this woman was and being alone, Sydney decided to find the heaviest object she could find and wait by the door for an ambush.
She had found a police baton that Robert had left, so she grabbed it and positioned herself beside the door, hugged the wall and waited out of view of anyone coming in.
When the door opened the tall female stepped through. With baton in hand and butterflies in her stomach, Sydney brought the weapon down against the beauty's skull. "Uuhh..." With a small grunt, the woman crashed to the floor. Shades her visitor was wearing had come off. They were deep purple in color. The color... of... Sydney's heart skipped three beats, these sunglasses were the color of an amethyst gem.
"Oh no." Sydney said aloud. She was not stupid. It could not be a coincident's that Robert's contact was named Amethyst and these glasses were the same color. Holy fuck! she'd knocked out someone Robert had sent to help her! "Oh, please be ok. Please be ok." She pleaded to lady luck, the fates. Any entity that might be listening.
She carefully rolled the woman over. She was wearing gray jeans with white tennis shoes, a then black belt, shirt and tan jean jacket.
She gave the unconscious amazon an eye check. Sydney was no doctor but she knew that the woman was out cold. Her eyes were not entirely rolled back. She could see they were large and nearly spring water clear. With just a hint of pale blue to give them color. She'd never seen eyes quite like this before, so unique... It was then, that another memory from discussions with Robert clicked into place. Sydney's day had just gotten alot worse...
*******
Two years ago. In a federal correctional facility.
"Haselbeck you've got a visitor." exclaimed a guard. Heather Haselbeck, stood up in her jail cell and allowed the guard to take her to the visitors area. She had spent the last year reflecting on how stupid she'd been. All her ambitions, dreams wiped out. She was an athlete damn it, she belonged in the Olympics not here. She also learned a couple things from her dealings with Samantha and Beth. One, she liked the feeling of control and power and two, if she ever became a spineless jellyfish like Samantha she would off herself.
Heather had worked out in the prison yard everyday and used her charm to get herself taught hand to hand by a fellow inmate. It may have required her to play the role of a lesbian but she was willing to do whatever it took. Yes, one day Heather Haselbeck WOULD BE SOMEONE AGAIN!
Frank Sloan was sitting at the visitors table as Heather was brought in. He had become infatuated with her since he received her first letter 6 months ago. They had been corresponding via mail ever since and this was their first face to face meeting. He was pleasantly surprised at her beauty, it was natural, she had no makeup on and her dark red hair was a bit unkept but the regalness was there.
She was sat down across from him and then the guards left the room. Frank's influence had granted him privacy with her. His 50 year old loins reacted as though he were 20 again. Finally he spoke first.
"Hello beautiful. I'm Frank, Frank Sloan"
Heather looked at him smiling. "Frankie." That was her pet name for him. She could tell he was awe struck.
"How you doing in here dear?" Frank asked her.
"I've been better. I want out of here Frankie." She said in her best pleading voice.
"I know snook'ems." Thinking only of himself he continued. "If I could get you out, would you "provide" for me, whenever I wanted?"
Heather touched his hand because she new it would drive the dirty old geezer crazy and reel him in further. "If you could get me out of this shit hole handsome guy, I would let you do whatever you wanted to me." She said, biting her lip in a sultry, suggestive manner.
Frank would have to check his pants after this encounter. She was definitely a sexy 19 year old minx. He leaned forward, looking in her emerald green eyes. "Ok. But it won't be easy. Do you trust me?" He says, his face taking on a more serious look.
"Of course." She replies.
"Ok. Sit tight Heather." he says, stroking her face and ending the visit.
Weeks go by and no word from Frank. By this time Heather figured he was just another dick who had used her. Quite often she would fantasize about doing many violent things to him. Then one day a guard came and announced she was to be taken to the prison infirmary. She was puzzled by this, there was nothing wrong with her. However she knew better than to resist or argue.
When she got to the infirmary, she was informed that she was being transferred to a psychiatric facility. Heather was horrified by this. There was no way any shrink was fucking with her brain. She began to really fight against the two guards holding her. She then saw some homely looking bitch coming at her with a syringe.
"No! You fucking ****, stay away from me. STAY AWAY!!! AHHH!!!" She screamed in anger as the needle was plunged into her arm. In seconds, her eyes began little half rolls upward. This drug was strong but she was stronger. "Yooou thiiiink yooou cannn pu- meee down liiike th--thaaat..." she says slurredly. Stumbling on spaghetti legs. She would not let her eyelids close. No matter what and she fought against her lolling head at every turn. Heather was not going to let this damn drug put her to sleep!
After about a minute Heather's mind and body had turned to mush but she refused to relinquish her consciousness. Her head is bobbing and rolling, while she just groans defiantly. rolling her eyes.
The staff is astonished by Heather's willpower. "She should be out cold by now." the ugly woman said. "Maybe this will finish her off." Producing a cloth, she uses ether on an already drug subdued Heather.
Amazingly the girl is able to shake her head and groan angrily still. It takes another minute but Heather is finally forced into slumber by the powerful drug combination.
*******
Present Day. In some hotel suite.
Heather comes out of her drift into the past. "Where'd you go kitten?" Frank ask, from beneath satin sheets. She smiles tracing his face with her finger.
"Just think'n back to when you broke me out. I thought I was really screwed." She says.
"Never hun. It was just the only way the governor would agree to a pardon. You had to be put under "psychiatric evaluation." I bet it was worth it when you woke up next to me." he says, forever arrogantly sure of himself.
Sometimes Sloan's ego made Heather wanna puke but she played the role that she must. "Oh yes you sexy man you." She said, tapping his nose with her finger and forcing the worlds biggest fake smile.
"I have a surprise for you sugar plumb." Frank says. "Open up the nightstand and pull out the folder inside." She does so eagerly and opens the folder. All she sees is paperwork. Frank sees her bewilderment and urges her to read. She does and her eyes go wide. "My god Frankie does this mean?"
"That's right babe. When I retire the empire is yours, of course that won't be til I'm dead."
*******
Those eyes, they were just as Robert had said. Amethyst was Katirina, his wife. What if I've killed her? Sydney thought with dread. She tapped the woman's face, hoping for a response. To her relief the beauty finally began to stir. "Uuuuhhh..." the woman groaned, turning her head left and right. Suddenly Sydney found the woman's hand around her throat, squeezing with surprising force.
Sydney's words curdled as Amethyst regained her senses. She realized she had Sydney Livingston in her death grip and quickly released her.
"Sorry." Sydney choked out. "You are Katirina aren't you?" Amethyst didn't answer and instead got to her feet. "How's Robert?" With that innocent question, pain shot through the agent like an assassin's bullet. She could not hide it, the wound was still fresh in her heart.
Sydney picked up on it immediately. "Oh my god is he hurt?"
"He is dead," Amethyst said fighting back tears.
"Oh Katirina, I'm so sorry. He was such a kind person. I..."
"Can we not talk about him?" Amethyst says, hardening up and cutting the woman off mid-sentence. And don't call me Katirina. She died with him. It's just Amethyst now."
"Sorry Amethyst." Sydney replies, knowing not to push it. "I'm sorry about the bump on the head." She jokes, trying to break tension. It works very little.
"It's ok. You did good. I could have been here to kill you." How did you know my name was Katirina. Did you frisk me while I was out?"
"No I..." Sydney wonders if she should continue. Given Amethyst's previous request. "It... It was your eyes, Rob--Robert always said your eyes would stand out and he was right."
Amethyst turned away and said, "Ok. Any ideas on where to start restoring your name and stopping the takeover by Sloan?" Amethyst clearly regretted asking the question and wanted to move on.
"Well not really. Though when he had me the S.O.B was sure arrogant but other than that, I don't remember much. I was pretty out of it most of the time." Sydney said.
"Arrogant huh? I wonder?..." Sydney could see the wheels turning in Amethyst head. Then she suddenly took out her cell and punched a few buttons, before dialing a number. On the sixth ring someone answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello is this the Sloan residents? Amethyst asked the female on the other end.
"Yes." the voice replied.
"Hi. Is Frank there?"
"No he's away on a trip. This is his daughter." the girl on the other end said. She sounded annoyed, like she'd answered the question a thousand times. Her voice rang of a person 19 or 20 years of age.
Amethyst went on. "Well you see, I'm one of your dad's friends and I left something over there the other night could I come look for it?" Amethyst asked.
"Yeah sure, whatever." said the young woman. "I'm the only one here.
"Great. Be there in a few." Amethyst hung up the phone, turned to Sydney and said, "You stay here I'll be back."
"But... Where are you going?" Sydney asked.
"To his house." Amethyst said.
"Why?"
"To act on a hunch."
It was dark by the time Amethyst got to her destination. She walked up to the front door and knocked. A few moments later a blonde haired blue eyed girl in her late teens answered. She was wearing pink flannel pajamas.
"Hello. My name is Kat, we spoke on the phone."
"Yes come in." the girl said. Then went back and sit down on the couch immediately
Now that she was inside, Amethyst had to figure out how she was going to look around without rousing the girl's suspicions. All she had with her were slow acting sedatives and a small sleeping gas dispenser. Gassing the teen, while she was alert could be risky because she might remember details when she woke. She could only come up with one other plan. It was a bit cheesy but she hoped it would work.
She causally walked into the living room and said, "On second thought, you look a little lonely, maybe I could watch a little t.v. with you. My stuff can wait."
"Suit yourself." the young woman said impolitely.
Shrugging that off Amethyst said, "While I'm up, could I get us a drink?"
The snooty girl looked at Amethyst like she was crazy at first but then said, "Some champagne I guess. It's on ice in the refrigerator.
"Ok I'll be right back with the bubbly." Amethyst said with as much cheer as she could fake. She promptly retrieved the champagne, found the glasses somehow and doctored one of them with her high powered sleeping pills. Then she returned, handed the girl her's and sat down. She kept the conversation light but did ask, "What's your name?"
The young woman looked genuinely shocked that she was asked but responded. "Carly."
"Well nice to meet you Carly." Amethyst said. Seeing Carly drink Amethyst knew that she would be sleeping soundly soon. All she had to do was wait.
In about thirty minutes Carly's eyes began to roll a little as she watched TV. Her head kept trying to drift back only to jerk upward seconds later. Soon her head went from drifting to all out lolling. While her eye rolling became more pronounced. When it got to the point where Carly's eyes closed and did not even try to reopen, Amethyst finally said something.
"Carly. Carly. You're nodding off hun." Amethyst's voice gets the girl's eyebrows to rise sleepily. Barely lifting her heavy lids. She tries to look at Amethyst drunkenly.
I'mmm gettiiing sleeepy..." Carly slurs, trying to steady her head. However, after a few bobbles, it ends up flopping heavily on Amethyst shoulder. Watching this, Amethyst gently brushes some hair from the sleepy teen's face. "Cana holdmy eyes open... mmmmmmm..."
"I know Carly. You look very sleepy" Amethyst says in a soft voice.
The young woman drowsily responds, "Thhannnksforrr keepin meee commmpany." She says nuzzling against her guest. Amethyst needs to speed things up so she retrieves the gasmask from her jacket and then speaks to the sedated girl.
"Carly, I want you to smell something nice and sweet. I'm gonna put something on your face." She puts the mask over Carly's nose and mouth tightly.
"Whasss thaaa mmmmnnnn..." the teen slurs. through the clear plastic.
"Nothing honey. Just breath deep now." coos Amethyst.
"Sssmells niiii..." The young woman doesn't complete her thought and after a couple of breaths her rolling eyes retreat completely behind her heavy eyelids. A second later her eyelids lazily slide shut.
Knowing she is out Amethyst gently laid the sleeping Carly on the couch and proceeded to search the house. After searching quite a while Amethyst theory is proven correct when she finds DVD collections marked. "Private office surveillance tapes."
Before leaving, Amethyst shuts off the television and checks on Carly, who is sprawled out stomach first on the couch. She tucks some of Carly's long blonde hair behind her ear and notices that she is producing a cute little snore. "Goodbye Carly, it was nice meeting you." Amethyst says as she leaves.
She returns to the safehouse where an anxious Sydney is waiting. Sydney notices the metal briefcase Amethyst is carrying and ask, "What's in that?"
"If I'm right something that will clear your name. Do you remember what day you were taken?" Amethyst ask.
"Uumm... May 3rd I think." replies Sydney. Amethyst digs through the discs until she finds one marked with that date. She then pops it in a waiting player in the safehouse. As expected the events of that day play out on screen to a horrified and repulsed Sydney. "Oh that sick perv! He danced with me while I was out of it." Sydney belted.
As she watched Sydney began to turn her attention to Amethyst, who seemed to be in a far off place now. "Amethyst is something wrong?" She asked.
"No it's just, When I went to Sloan's I met his daughter Carly. She had a tough front but when you stripped her defenses away, she seemed like a sweet lonely girl who never got attention from her father or anyone for that matter. She made me think of my own girl's, Constance and Lee and how they to never really new there father." All at once the emotions came like a levy breeching. "God I miss him Sydney..."
To Sydney's shock, she found herself embracing Amethyst. "I hate too tell you Amethyst but the Katirina Robert loved is still alive. I can see her."
Amethyst looked up with tears, overcome with pent up sadness. Then she said. Thank you for saving Robert's life and freeing him from cancer. He never told me he had it. I read it in some personal notes he left."
Sydney simply smiled and said, "You're quite welcome Katirina." Amethyst didn't object to the use of her name this time.
This release felt good but she knew she had a job to finish. She could blubber later. "You'd better get this to the police and to your board. It should be more than enough to halt the takeover and restore your name." I'm going to pay Frank Sloan's company a visit."
"Ok, thanks and Kat... Be careful." Sydney said with an appreciative but leery smile.
Inside the corporate tower of New Wonder Pharmaceuticals, Amethyst blew past a receptionist who tried to stop her. "Ms. You can't go in there. Ms!"
"Relax, I'm just gonna leave him a message." Amethyst said undeterred. She went through the double doors clearly marked Chairman and CEO.
They opened up into a lavish office, filled with leather furniture and a fine cherry wood desk. There was a large back chair sitting at it. It's backside facing Amethyst. "Sloan!" Amethyst yelled.
"I'm sorry, Mr Sloan has retired. New Wonder is under new management. I female voice said, as the chair spun around. "May I help you?" Before Amethyst was a woman with dark red hair that came to the middle of her back. Her green eyes burned with more intensity than her long mane. She wore a black tailor made business suit, complete with skirt, white blouse and killer high heels.
She stood and walked to Amethyst. She was one of few females that were tall enough to look Amethyst directly in the eyes. This was without her heels. With them she seemed to tower over Amethyst, like David over Goliath.
"What are you talking about?" Amethyst ask. The woman seemed to ignore her question completely.
"So pretty you are. Might you be my first?"
"First what?" Amethyst asked. She was a little taken aback by the lack of reservation exhibited by this woman. No human had ever been quite so sure of themselves in front of her before, frankly it made her a bit uneasy.
"Why my first new business venture. The pilot program for my new vision for this company." The woman continued. She had a smile that would make Charles Mansion queasy.
"And what vision is that?" Amethyst said smugly.
Without taking her eyes off Amethyst's purple sunglasses, the woman replied, "Human trafficking."
Hearing those words, Amethyst went to throw a lightning quick strike but her arm was deflected and pinned painfully by this woman before her. Which was something Amethyst was certainly not ready for. The woman then touched the agent's shoulder and Amethyst felt a sharp pinch. Her mind quickly become discombobulated. She usually could fight it but this was ungodly strong. She already felt helpless.
"Wha diiiyooou giiivvve meeee? muuusss fiii... eummmsuuum." Her words turned nonsensical and she fell into the woman's body.
Heather just stood there amused. She loved the fight in this first one. She could see the woman was trying to fight but was no match for the industrial strength sedative. She lifted the drugged woman off of her, holding her head and removing her sunglasses. Now she could see Amethyst's lolling eyes. Stroking her raven locks Heather said "Aww, sleepy girl. Tch, tch, tch. So tired... Just shut your tired eyes, It'll be ok. By the way my name is Heather Hasselbeck. I'm afraid though, you may forget that eventually. Along with who you are."
"Noooo..." Amethyst tried to put up a fight, as she was pulled back into an embrace but it proved futile and she quickly passed out. Lost in darkness...
Heather scooped the unconscious Amethyst up and carried her through a back entrance that lead to an ally from her office. She had called for a car to be brought around. The rear passenger side door was already open on the large black sedan. So Heather carefully placed the sleeping amazon in first. Then got in herself, before speaking to the driver. "The Sloan house, Now!" she barked.
"Yes ma'am." The driver replied. Heather became lost in thought, as she dreamed about what she would do with so much money. So much power. It was several minutes before Heather realized that she wasn't being taken where she wanted.
"Hey! Where the fuck do you think you're going?!"
"Sorry Heather, change of plans!" The driver said, as he spun and pumped to tranq darts into the stunned redheads chest. These were extraordinary powerful. Even Heather's will was little match. Her mind was turning sleepy, very, very quickly.
"Wha the helll diii yooo?..." she slurred, trying her best to resist. Her eyes rolled drowsily for a few seconds, before she slumped unconscious against Amethyst, making the two of them look as though they were two best friends who had partied just a little too much.
As they both slept, the driver drove to the designated area to meet his contact. He opened the back doors to show the two unconscious beauties slumbering in the back. "You've done well. "He will be pleased and you will be paid well." his contact said. "You can do what you like with the raven haired one. I know the games you like to play. But Ms Haselbeck is coming with me."
*******
"This is Sydney Livingston. Were you successful?"
"Yes Ma'am. Completely." The voice on the other end said.
"Good. Call me when they wake up."
"Yes, Ms. Livingston."
*******
Heather slowly came out of her sleep. It took a minute for her vision to clear enough for her to see. There was a dark haired woman before her. The strands had white artificially highlighted in. The woman had cold brown eyes That were as cold as Heather's. Heather also saw a ghost. "F-frank?" She stuttered. She hadn't yet realized that she was bound.
"Hello Heather. Surprised to see me I'll bet."
"How did you?" Heather stammered in disbelief. She then tried to move, promptly finding out she could not.
"Oh that. Well the good doctor here caught it in time and counteracted your poison. By the way, this is doctor Victoria Skylar." For the first time in a very long time, Heather felt fear. Don't look so scared beautiful. I'm not gonna kill you." Frank continued, with an eerie smile.
That statement brought Heather no comfort, as she watched Victoria fill a syringe. She squirmed in vain, trying to get away, while Victoria spoke and produced a dust mask in her other hand. "Though you may wish we had killed you." The doctor said with unbridled pleasure. She continued. "You see this syringe contains a memory eraser and an anti psychotic cocktail. When this gets injected it will be triggered by this chloroform mask.
I will be doing you a favor, curing you of your psychosis. Letting the good girl in you live once more." The doctor casually walks over injects the serum and places the mask on a helpless and protesting Heather.
"No dammit! You can't do this! You can't. I won't let you!!" Heather saw those same cold eyes staring at her. She had never been on the other end before. The doctor went on.
"There is just one thing. When that good girl wakes up, she will find herself serving a life sentence for unremembered crimes and with full conscience. Enjoy your last waking moments in the outside world Heather Haselbeck. Sweet dreams."
Heather knew she had to fight the sedating chemical. She remembered the infirmary and the way her lights were put out by it. Not being able to move, really hampered her options however. She had no escape route. Soon her thoughts and senses began to drift. Heather felt her eyes get heavy, as sleep made it's first attempt to take her but she jerked to deny it.
Minutes pass and Heather is really losing ground, her emerald eyes roll back repeatedly and she can feel her head bobbing. God she is tired. The stubborn redhead can hear the doctor taunting her, as her vision blurs and the room spins.
"Nighty night Heather."
She mustn't give up control... She must not... But, so... sleepy... For the first time, in a long, long time, Heather feels at peace. Her head is falling, falling and she will just let it... She gets the sensation of her chin being cupped and elevated. She can hear Frank's distant but booming voice. "Heather, Wake up! Open your eyes. I want you to look at me. I wanna be the last face you see." he says forcefully. She does for a second and then sweet sleep takes her troubles away.
*******
Amethyst awakens and finds herself in a dull room, with faded shades and tattered curtains. She is on a rickety bed, unbound. The last thing she remembers is being in Frank's office, faced off with a redheaded she-devil. It takes a moment for her vision to come into focus.
When it does she sees a hulk of a man, sitting in a wooden chair at the foot of the bed. His massive arms are folded and he is chewing on a toothpick. He is bald and wears a white tank top, camo pants, combat boots and a wide leather belt with a western style buckle. He is at least 6'8" and well over 300 lbs. He tips the chair on it's hind legs, then speaks.
"Morning gorgeous. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up." The man says, with a toying expression.
"Who are you and where am I?" Amethyst ask, slowly sitting up on the side of the bed. She still sounds a bit confused and groggy.
"Why you're in your room acourse." he replies.
"My room? What do you mean, my room? And you still haven't told me who you are." Amethyst says.
"This is where you will sleep off the days games and be fed each mornin and evenin. You see you are now my prey to hunt every day. As to who I am, names Desmond. I'm sure we will get to know each other real well."
"Like hell!" Amethyst exclaims, darting up and charging. With surprising speed for his girth, Desmond leaps from the chair, side steps and delivers a gut punch, that doubles Amethyst over and stops her cold in her tracks. He then pulls out a taser and gouges her in the ribs. "Ahhhh!!!... She screams in agony. It doesn't knock her out but does immobilize her.
The brute pulls back her long black hair and speaks into her right ear. "There. That should calm you down. Time for the round one set up gorgeous." He says, producing a cloth, which he slowly places over her nose and mouth. Still feeling the effects of being tazed, Amethyst's efforts are weakened and she is slow to react. She tries to squirm but the man's grip is incredible.
At some point, the agent, begins to weaken just a bit. Panic joins the anger in her eyes, as they start to glaze and un focus. "I think someone is finally getting sleepy." Desmond chimes, looking down at them. His words fuel the fire in her briefly but then it fades. Her ears start to buzz, as her mind begins floating, disconnecting. She shakes it off and struggles to maintain her faculties, still trying to get the upper hand. But she is in the unfamiliar situation of being overpowered.
Desmond sees his prey getting weaker and more desperate and begins to speak in her ear. "I have read up on you and you are quite impressive Mrs. Williams. But you are human and when this nice chloroform can be allowed to do it's work. You will sleep just like any other girl. Give up hun." Within a few seconds, the beauty really begins fading.
"Her angry protest are starting to drag, as her voice becomes lazy. Desmond knows her mind must be getting there as well. Her grip looks loose and limp now around the hulks forearms. Before long, they slowly fall away. She drowsily tries to re-establish a grip, while her body melts in his arms. "That's it strong girl. You just rest. Sleep my beautiful game... Sleep..."
Amethyst's pretty eyes are really rolling back into her head. "Thata girl. Just go night night now..." Desmond whispers into her dulling ear. She groans, her head and body still sagging slowly in his arms like the slow wilt of a rose. He sweeps back some of the beauty's dark mane and begins groping and kissing the side of her neck
Amethyst can feel gentle kissing on her neck. It feels good and she begins to breathe normally, forgetting to resist or fight. She is so tired. This man will take care of her, while she takes just a little break. Just a little one...
The barely conscious Amethyst lets her arms drop to her side and surrenders herself. Desmond hears his beauty coo softly, so he takes the cloth away, seeing her lips beautifully parted. "Are you going to go to sleep on your own precious?" he ask tenderly, stroking her long midnight locks. She murmurs for a moment, then mumbles a drowsy thought.
"Sooooo... Sleeeepy..."
The drowsy woman's words sound so groggy and slurred. Desmond knows that Amethyst is completely out of it. She is so compliant. So agreeable. So his... Just the way he likes them. "Ok baby. you do that. You just go ahead and fall right to sleep." He says tenderly, giving her permission to let go. Within moments, she has fallen into a deep slumber.
*******
It was dark when Amethyst awoke. She found herself in the middle of a dense forest. There seemed to be no one around. She began to survey her surroundings, when suddenly she heard, "Psst hey." She spun around and saw a strawberry blonde girl with a tied, checkered halter top and daisy duke style jean shorts. Her hair was medium length but flowing and she was barefoot. She looked like she could be 18 through 20.
"Who are you?" Amethyst asked.
"I'm Darlene. I wanna help you. I'm Desmond's daughter. I wish dad would stop these awful games of his. I hate them." Amethyst decides to seize this opportunity.
"Tell me what you know of this place Darlene. Help me stop him." The two spend the next several hours talking info and strategy. Before they know it the sun is coming up. Thanks for the info Darlene. "With your help, I might be able to gain an advantage in this "game."
"Your welcome. I brought some fruit in case you were hungry."
"Thanks. I'm starving." Amethyst replies, taking the fruit.
A few minutes into eating it, Amethyst starts feeling queasy and lightheaded. She stumbles and Darlene has to steady her. "Is something wrong?" Darlene ask. Drowsiness quickly overspreads Amethyst's mind. She can't immediately respond. Her head is really wanting to loll around.
"You... you put something in the fruit..." Amethyst says, with half rolling eyes and heavy lids. Her words run together in a drowsy slur. She can't stop herself from falling helplessly into Darlene, half asleep and totally out of it. "Uuuuhhhh... I trussted you..."
"Yeah, I know. Daddy told me you had a soft spot for girl's that are needy and want to do the right thing. I would do anything for him and I love it when he lets me play with his toys. So I played to your weakness. It's all part of being a good hunter."
Amethyst's barely hears these words. Her eyes are fluttering, when Darlene sits on the ground with her groggy form. She lets Amethyst's upper body lean cutely on her shoulder and then turns her trusting victim's face towards hers. "Just how out of it are you foxy lady? Can you feel this?" Darlene ask, running a hand up underneath Amethyst's gray t-shirt and feeling her bra. Then she rubs the agent's jean jacket. "Such a nice expensive jacket." Darlene remarks, as she pulls it down from Amethyst's shoulders
"Uuuummmm... Ssstop... Mmmmmmmm... Amethyst, slurs, still rolling her head."
"Oh, now, that can't feel bad." Darlene says, tracing the older woman's neck, planting slow deliberate peck kisses on it, hoping for a response. She isn't disappointed when she gets a tiny moan of pleasure from a sleepy and subdued Amethyst. She decides to get more adventurous, so she tilts Amethyst's head up, looking directly at her face. "You still awake?" She asked.
Amethyst's eyes roll like drugged marbles, trying to stay open. After a while they close but Darlene can see the girl's eyebrows raising still trying to keep her awake. Darlene gazes at Amethyst's lolling head, watching it tilt and flop.
Driven solely by lust and desire, the wicked girl starts trying to kiss the helpless beauty on the lips. "Come on sleepy girl. You gonna let me in, so that I can kiss you deep?" A nearly unconscious Amethyst, responds out of pure instinct and confusion, opening her lazy mouth so that Darlene can insert her tongue.
Having seduced her target, with the help of the drugs of course. Darlene gently lays Amethyst back on the ground. Darlene kisses and sucks on her neck and torso, working her way down to her pants, where Darlene eagerly undoes them. She starts rubbing her pelvis. "Stop... No... Sss-so tiiired..." Amethyst whimpers, sounding just about unconcious.
Savering every moment Darlene slipped off the woman's shoes and started tickling her feet before removing the socks then licking her feet once more. Amethyst's moans had ceased and Darlene realized her lovely plaything had fallen asleep. Unfased she continued to limb play, caress Amethyst's form. She even play with herself, until it was her who dozed off.
*******
"Ms. Livingston. They are awake."
"Excellent. Stay put. I'll be right down"
Just as Sydney is getting up to leave, her office phone rings again. It is her secretary. "Ms. Livingston? Phone call on line one. It's from a Lee Williams. She says she's Robert's daughter." Without hesitation Sydney says, "Patch it through."
"Hello Sydney. I hope you can help us. My sister and I were wondering if mom was with you. She hasn't checked in, in over a week. She left a note with the nurse, saying that she was with you, in case we woke up." Sydney didn't know what the girl meant but she had a huge lump in her throat.
"Your mother's fine. She is undercover but she should be done soon. Just sit tight." Sydney tries to say, in her most sincere and convincing tone. She is relieved when they seem to buy her fib.
"Ok. If you talk to her, tell her we are doing much better. Me and Constance to. Tell her we miss her and to stay safe. We only have one parent left."
Sidney beat back a quiver in her tone. "Ok. I will. Bye Lee."
Sydney hated lying to Katirina's family but she hoped everything she was doing would make up for it. She immediately punched a button on the desk phone and said, "Bill we need to find Katirina Williams. Do whatever it takes. I will find you Katirina and I will repay my debt. I swear." she says, heading down to the lab, in a swift trot.
*******
Amethyst came to with Darlene asleep on top of her. There was still no sign of Desmond. If she was going to escape she had to do it before he showed up. She gingerly gets out from underneath the slumbering girl, being careful not to stir her, as she gets to her feet. Adjusting her clothes and looking around, she finds some of the fruit that was used earlier to drug her. Squeezing some, she notices juice running out and gets an idea.
She carefully rolls Darlene to her back and begins speaking softly. "Darlene? I got something I want you to try. Can you open your mouth?" The girl moans and opens her mouth sleepily, not realizing what she is doing. Amethyst then squeezes some juice into Darlene's mouth. The girl smacks her lips and in a few minutes Darlene is in a much deeper state of sleep.
This is apparent when Amethyst gets no response from calling the young woman's name. Reaching into Darlene's pocket. She finds a cell phone. She begins to quickly dial a number, when she suddenly feels three sharp stings. One in her left shoulder, one in her thigh and one in the back of her neck. Turning around she sees Desmond.
"Calling someone who cares pet?" Amethyst knew, if she fell unconscious again she was done. She forced her adrenalin to surge and caught her adversary off guard with a roundhouse kick to his jaw. It clearly stunned him but he remained on his feet. He then countered with a shot to Amethyst knee, knocking it out from under her. It was followed up by a right cross to her jaw, that knocked her to her stomach.
Amethyst's vision was blurring and she was getting sleepy. She had to make a move. With all her strength, she executes a sweep, hoping to god it knocks this titan off his feet. It does and she is able to lock her long legs around Desmond's thick neck. She squeezed with everything she had.
But poor Amethyst started having to fight her eyelids. She felt her eyes roll once, twice. There came a time when a drowsy, dozing Amethyst forgot to squeeze. Sleep was taking her.
As a result. Desmond is able to spread his prey's weakening legs and slip from the hold. Returning to his feet, he says, "Getting sleepy aren't we princess." Confident his game was thoroughly subdued. He began to run his filthy hands up and down Amethyst's leg. "You've given me a lot of trouble over the last couple of days. I hope what you have is worth it."
Amethyst groans, sensing her jeans being undone, "Noooo..." She pleads. Desmond lifts the agent's upperbody up and carefuly removes her jacket. Wha-what yooou doooing?... I'mmm not yourrrs. Yooou can't havvve Meeee... Amethyst paws helplessly. Her shirt comes off as well as her bra straps. At that moment her consciousness really slips and she nearly goes out completely. She does not even register herself being lowered back to the ground.
As Amethyst dozes in and out, her reality simplifies. Has the groping stopped? The groggy beauty isn't sure. She thinks she hears a fight but it is probably her imagination.. Then she dreams of a familiar voice, as gentle caressing begins...
"Hey buttercup..."
She'd had this dream just days ago. It made her happy and at the same time tortured her. "Ssstop teasing meee..." She says in a pleading moan. She tries to open her eyes but never manages it.
"I'm not teasing you sweetheart. We are gonna get you home. You just sleep now. I will see you soon." The voice says and she obeys it, as she feels herself being lifted and lovingly cradled.
Amethyst awoke from her dream. She was at home, in her bedroom. Had she dreamed the whole thing? She opened her eyes and nearly fainted at what was before her. "Robert!"
"Hey babe." he said smiling, with that loving gleam in his eye she so missed.
"But how?... You're... you're dead. I buried you. She began to get slightly combative. "It's a trick." She says, a slight sadness and longing in her voice.
Robert pulled her into a tight embrace to try and make her believe. "No buttercup, it's real. Sydney's science saved me and it saved someone else as well..." Amethyst looked up and saw her beloved sister Bobbi step into the room.
"Bobbi! Oh my god, Bobbi!!!"
"Hey sis. You didn't think you were getting rid of me that easy did you." Bobbi said, with a huge, bright smile. A smile Amethyst thought she would never see again. Except in her memory. She spend the next few hours holding on to this moment, scared to death that it was a dream she would soon wake from and Bobbi and Robert would both be gone again.
Hours later. Amethyst called Sydney. "Thank you Sid." She said nearly breaking down.
"You're welcome Katirina. We are just lucky there was no decomposition. Sorry for not asking permission to exhume the bodies. I just want you to enjoy your life and for your daughters to know their father." Sydney ended the call before breaking down herself.
*******
"He has a pulse, let's get him aboard the chopper and back to my lab." Victoria says, checking Desmond for vital signs. "Take the girl to."
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