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Max awoke with a gasp, a bucket of ice cold water splashing over her face. She winced, then spat out the water that had made its into her mouth before looking up.

Carlo Anotelli and two of his bodyguards stood looming over her. They had chained her down to a table, literally. Thick steel chains were wrapped around Max"s wrists, waist and legs, they weren"t taking any chances.

"Who do you work for"" Anotelli asked. Max rolled her eyes, first comes the questions, then the threats. Ignoring him she tugged on the chains, hoping to maybe find a weakness, disappointed when she did not. "Are there more of you coming?"

Max quickly put the pieces together. They undoubtedly checked her and found her barcode and jumped to the conclusion that she was there to rescue her fallen comrade.

"You with the American Military?" Anotelli asked again pacing the small room they had her in. "I know you are Manticore, the branding on your neck tells me that much, but who do you work for "You here to save the Asian whore?"

"I don"t know what you're talking about," Max finally spoke, twisting her head around the face the one of the most powerful crime lords in American. "I came here to 'entertain' your son." Max tugged on her chains. "This kinky shit is going to cost you extra you know."

Anotelli laughed, "You think you can play dumb. But we have ways to get you to talk." Max's eyes darted to one of the body guards who had approached her side.

"I can't tell you what I don't know, you got the wrong girl."

The guard reached down, brushing her soaked hair from her eyes. A wicked grin on his face, the small leather coat she wore was pulled open, exposing herself to the men in the room. Max sucked in a deep breath as the man put his hand on her flat stomach. He pulled a bag from the floor, putting it on the table.

Max could only imagine what was inside it. "So you"re going to **** me?" She asked, looking back at Carlo.

"No," he replied, "we learned quickly with the other one that didn't" work.

Max narrowed her eyes at the older man. That son of a bitch had tortured Brin. She was going to kill him. Carlo didn't miss the look of barely controlled rage; it pleased him for it confirmed what he already knew.

"Manticore would of trained you well, I have no doubt we would be unable to break you with conventional ****. We have something different planned for you." Carlo continued.

Max was unable to hold back a soft moan as the guard's hand slid down, his fingers barely touching her swollen clit, before sliding back up to rest just below her navel. He had barely even touched her, a simple caress and she was already soaking wet. Max pulled against her restraints trying to sit up while ignoring the way her skin burned where the man had touched her. "What the hell did you do to me?" Her question was answered with little more than a smirk.

"OHhh," Max cried out as the guard bent down, closing his lips around her breast, sliding his tongue over her aching nipple. Sucking on it slightly for only a moment before pulling away, leaving Max panting, her eyes rolled back, her entire body shuddering with pleasure. What the hell was wrong with her.

"You're delicious," he whispered his hand now drawing an invisible pattern on her stomach, inching downwards slowly.

"You gotta be kidding me." She groaned out, unable to stop her body from withering against his hand. "This will never work."

"Modern science is a wonderful thing, Max. With the amount of hormones we've pumped into your body it won't take more than a few hours before you tell us everything you know in exchange for a good long hard fuck."