CHAPTER 4

Rob and his gang bitches were able to escape from the police chase and were back in NG’s house.

“Fuck, it’s all because of you, you messed up my plan!” Rob took out his anger on Doll, the painslut fucktoy who was previously Delilah Lawson, the city prosecutor.

“That’s bitch Diane shall be wary and put her guard up now, she would probably search for an eyewitness to get information about us. Some people at Heather’s house had seen me, so Diane would ask them, fortunately, they only saw me, so the police didn't have any big leads about us. But the big deal is we can't take more bikes for our gang, my plans for making a lot of rich bitches like you became my gang slut are all ruined.”

Rob was quite nonchalant if someone at Heather's house spotted him. He could change his face with the hive's help. He was only angry that with the police being alarmed, he couldn't operate around the rich community for the moment.

"I'm sorry, boss, it's all my fault, please punish me, I am a stupid whore who should not think to escape from Boss and call the police," Doll prostrated before him, pleading guilty to what Delilah did before.

"Of course, you will be punished for that. Hag, whip this dumb doll hundred times and then you bitches can play with her in whatever way you wish.”

Obeying their gang leader's order, Hag dragged Doll outside by her ponytail, and the rest of Rob’s gang bitches followed Hag to another room to have their rounds to **** Doll. He soon was able to hear wailing sounds and squeals from the next door.

Rob ignored the sound and looked at the **** Carla in the room. Because being distracted with Delilah before, he had not yet had a chance to reprogram Carla.

Rob was ogling his naked haul.

Carla deserved her status as the trophy wife of a rich man, a beauty with a sinful body made to tempt man. If Rob were asked who was the prettiest between Carla and Angela before Rob changed her into NG, Rob would have a hard time deciding who was better looking. His hand began to wander all over her intimate parts. Yet even when Rob pinched her nipples or fingered her pussy, Carla was not reacting to the sexual stimulation even a bit.

Her mind was put by the hive in a dormant state. As long as Rob did not give them orders to wake her up, Carla would be stuck in this state of ‘sleeping beauty’.

Rob didn’t want to wake her up just yet. Rob found out that every time he assimilated someone into the hive, he felt a growing desire inside him, an urge that pushed him to act more and more in line with the dastardly and immoral biker gang leader.

When he transformed Delilah into Doll, Rob was already bubbling with an overflowing lust but had yet the chance to vent it because of the police interruption.

He had feisty and eager sluts to pick, but fucking the **** Carla would be a new experience for him that he wanted to try once in his life.

Although Carla was ****, her body still functioned normally; for example, her pussy still got very wet after Rob's fingering. After lubricating Carla’s pussy with her juice, Rob was ready to take her pussy.

Rob impaled Carla's pussy with his dick. He used her like a fleshlight, brutally ravaging her pussy as Carla was unable to resist nor respond. It took Rob a few minutes before he cumming inside the **** woman's pussy and losing interest in fucking her any further as the urge inside him finally appeased.

He threw Carla back to the bed like a ragdoll. "How can some damned people like fucking **** women, it was no different than jerking off with a fleshlight!" Rob grumbled.

Having his curiosity satiated, Rob was going to finish his business with Carla. He was going to transform her to be one of his gang members like the other, but before Rob commanded the hive to mold Carla according to what he had in mind, something unusual happened to Carla.

Silver linings appeared all over her body. Then, her finger made some slight movement. Carla, whose consciousness should be dormant, was moving without Rob’s control.

Rob was puzzled and confused about what happened to Carla. This never happened to other women he converted.

Carla opened her eyes, but her whole eyes were white. Carla or whatever it is that controlled her body got up and faced Rob.

“Greetings…human,” said ‘Carla’ with unnatural robotic intonation.

“Who are you? You aren’t Carla,” It was obvious that Carla was controlled by something.

‘Carla’ was silent for a moment, the atmosphere was tense for the two before 'Carla' slowly nodded her head, “Yes, I am not Carla, I am the one inside your head, according to your human term, you called us the Hive Minds.”

“So, are you the Hive Lord?”

“Half-correct, I am just a projected consciousness of the Hive Lord, my actual body is still inside your body.”

“So, why do you come out just now?”

There was another pause from Carla. “Curiosity. You left this specific host body dormant for too long. We are curious about what happened so we take this chance to project our consciousness to this dormant body to check on you and this body.”

“I'm fine, you don’t need to worry about me, if you are inside me, you shall know my situation, right?”

'Carla' nodded but then she shook her head, “We do, but our understanding about humans is still lacking, we don’t know whether there is something wrong or whether the situation is fine, we only judge that you behaved differently from your routine.”

“I have tried to communicate with you before, yet I never have any response from you guys, but now you come out because you are curious and worried about me, you seem like a good and caring alien different from my first impression.” There was a hint of sarcasm in Rob's reply.

"You can't expect us to communicate with you when we just awaken and lack the knowledge to make a conversation. It's all thanks to you assimilating enough other humans that we gained the ability to do basic communication with you. The more members of the hive, the more extensive our knowledge and intelligence will be. We are growing inside you. We take the knowledge from you, and everyone who got assimilated into the hive, so I hope you can assimilate more into the hive if you want to have a deeper interaction with us."

"I see; you take our knowledge for your growth, hence assimilating others into the hive is your main interest. Now, my second question is, why do you give me the impulse to change others into vile biker gang members?"

“You should have known some information after our assimilation regarding how our kind lives. Our kind imprint on the first intelligent being we encounter on a new planet and use them as our foundation for our personality, we absorb their knowledge and build our identity blocks from there. We follow these identity blocks as our framework of survival. The first one who made contact with us was the biker gang, but unfortunately, they weren’t intact and alive, thus we couldn’t make them our host, and then you came to pick up our container. We instinctively bond with you as our new host to complete our foundation, absorbing your knowledge and integrating it into the incomplete knowledge and memory we got from the biker gang. So, in other words, the identity blocks we have right now are not only the biker gang but also yours as a crooked and corrupt individual. Deep down you already want to change people into a vile parody of themselves, we only add a biker gang flavor to this desire of yours."

Deep down in my mind, do I desire to change people into a wicked parody of themselves even before I got assimilated by them? I’m not sure, but with their answer, I know while the hive influences me, I also influence them. Guess this means I don't need to worry that I am not myself. Rob contemplated the information he heard from the hive lord

"Can this identity block of yours be changed to something else?"

“To change our personality block once it is complete and become our foundation is almost impossible, but I will not say there is no way, for example, if we get assimilated by others of our kind with different and stronger identity blocks. Being assimilated by another hive lord would make the loser identity block replaced by the identity block of the winning hive lord.”

"There are others of your kind?" It was surprising news for Rob.

'Carla' nodded, "There are. Our vessel doesn't carry only me, but others as well. There are several hive queens and lords. We are competing with each other to see which had the most suitable identity block to ensure our kind survival."

The meteorite! The government probably already has the meteorite on their hands at this time, the question now is with whom the other hive queen and lord bond and identity block they had.

“Do you have any other plans like conquering this world?”

“Conquering the world…" 'Carla' mumbled then shook her head, "The hive only will do what is necessary for us to survive. Whether conquering the world is necessary for our survival still needs to wait for us to assimilate more data before making a judgment.”

“I understand. Do you have any other orders for me? ”

“Not yet, you can do it as before, we hope you can add more members to your gang so we can absorb their knowledge and grow mature quickly.”

“Alright, thanks for the freedom.” Rob felt relieved that there would be no sudden change in his plan.

“I think it's time to cut our conversation short. We will retract this projected consciousness and let you continue with what you want to do with this body. See you again, human.”

Carla then dropped to the floor like a doll whose string had been cut.

“Hey, don't leave yet, I still have some questions and requests, for example, can we talk telepathically?” Rob no longer got any response from the hive lord whether he said it verbally or called them in his mind.

---

Rob stopped trying to contact the hive lord and went to check on Carla. He confirmed that Carla was back in dormant condition like before.

The former police officer sighed in relief, “That’s a kind of sudden boss inspection situation, but thanks to it, I got some grasp on my situation and how the hive works.”

Rob looked at the **** woman. Now, It's time to work on this sexy piece of bitch, else, those aliens will come to do something unfunny with her body again.

Silver streaks began to dance around Rob as he exerted his power. The silver streaks wrapped around Carla like a cocoon. Rob was going to try experimenting on Carla, so the scale of her transformation was different from his previous conquest. When the transformation finished, she would break from the cocoon and be something he envisioned. Right now, he could only wait, hoping that his theory was right and the hive organisms could work on it.

The cocoon was beating like a human heart. At some point, the silver cocoon turned eerie blood red. it looked like one big human heart. Unlike others, Carla's transformation wasn't instantaneous. Ten minutes passed and black talon-like nails tore the bloody cocoon. Carla slowly emerged from the cocoon.

Rob put his entire attention to his newly minted creation. His very own version of Cruella De Vil.

Like Cruella in the movie, Carla’s curly shoulder-length hair was now half black, and half white. Her skin color was ghastly white as pale as Nightmare. One of her eyes was all white without any visible iris, and on her other one, her sclera was unnaturally pitch black, with her pupil now in blood red color instead of her previous light blue. Her lips were coated in snowy white lipstick, but behind her snowy white lips, her tongue was black in color with a split on its tip like a snake tongue. Her appearance was mesmerizingly demonic.

Carla wore a black latex turtleneck crop top, white latex leggings, and black equestrian boots. Unlike other members of his gang, she didn’t have the gang’s jacket, but a long black fur coat.

“Your name now Cruela Vile, you will go separately from us, you will be the leader of a biker gang called the Cruel Angel. Recruit some bitches you know as your gang members, and do some crime so the police get their attention on you. I have made you able to assimilate others into the hive like what I can do. On the surface, your gang will not have anything to do with our gang, but deep down, you and your gang will always be my bitches who obey my command.”

“Yes, boss. Give me a day to assemble some bitches as my gang members.”

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Rob sent Cruela away as his decoy to give him more time to grow. He was confident that his plan would work. He would make Diane think that Cruela’s gang was the one who kidnapped her aunt and Delilah while he bided his time to grow his gang and then took **** on Dianne after he was sufficiently ready to clash with the entire police department.

Cruela was different from his other bitch, Cruela was more like him, in a sense, she wasn’t entirely human anymore. It was Rob's first experiment in trying to give someone a similar power to him. His body can produce those hive organisms like how some Spiderman could create webs naturally without knowing what organ in his body made him able to do that. It was a challenge for Rob to make Cruela harness the same body and mind-molding power as him. Without the know-how, even the hive was not able to instantly work on his vision unlike when he just molded other outer appearances and personalities, thankfully, unlike making motorbikes from scratch, the job of modifying the human body was still a level easier for the hive, after all, they lived inside a human body. Rob ended up modifying some of Cruela's organs. Her inner organs were now a factory that produced the hive nano organisms; her blood was now silver in color, but not only her blood, most of her body's liquid, such as urine, saliva, and even pussy juice, contain sizable amounts of hive organisms that could be used to transform people.

Done with Cruela, Rob went next door to see how his other bitches punish Doll. He was not disappointed, Doll was bound by others with rope. Aside from her latex hood, she was now naked.

NG, Nightmare, Hag, and Blaze, had all taken a turn venting their irritation on Doll. The former DA had been whipped, flogged, spanked, paddled, punched, chained, clawed, and sexually violated by the other four. They hold no hand in punishing Doll.

Rob could feel that the four didn't have any reservations about Doll's well-being. They saw Doll as nothing but a fuck toy and stress reliever for them to use. As if disregarding Doll's well-being was the natural course for them, the only bottom line they had was to not kill Doll accidentally.

It was partly thanks to his command to punish the former district attorney, but he finally realized that once he assimilated people into the hive and gave them a role in his gang, the other members of the Hive biker gang would act as if they had always been in that role. Doll as their fuck toy, Hag as the gang enforcer and mother figure, NG had always been the sluttiest one in the gang, Nightmare being the creepy and disgusting one. It came all naturally to them without questioning their role.

It's not a bad thing, it spared Rob from headaches explaining their position in the gang every time he assimilated new people to the hive.

“Enough, let her go!” Rob stopped the four from continuing.

The four obeyed Rob’s order and stopped torturing Doll, they then untied the rope that bound her. Doll flopped to the floor with a stupid grin on her face and let out a giggle. She didn’t feel any resentment toward the four who tortured her. She was a pain slut, being tortured like that not only gave her pain, but at some point, she felt pleasure from it.

“Get dressed, we will move on to our next destination, we still need some place to visit before the day ends.”

“Yes, boss!” His bitches said in unison.

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Rob looked at his phone; before he went to see his gang after sending Cruela away, he got several calls from Diane which he didn’t pick up.

Bitch was probably happy when I didn’t come up to work on time before this incident happened. And when she wanted to let someone do the labor-intensive and dirty work, she just sought me now.

He ignored numerous calls from his superior until Diane gave up and just sent her order via message.

Her first command was for him to track the biker gang that kidnapped her aunt. The second one was to patrol downtown. And after completing his patrol, Diane still wanted him to report his findings to her right-hand aide. Last, Diane closed the message with a threat that she would fire him from the department if he failed to do his task.

For Rob, even if he no longer wanted to be a police officer, Diane's whole order was a humiliation for him.

Rob replied with a simple “Fine, I’ll do it.” message to Diane while gritting his teeth. I’ll make you regret treating me like a cattle. I wonder if you will treat your loyal aide the same if she acts like me?

Thus, Rob’s next target was decided, but before that, he needed a place to bait his target, a place far from Diane’s reach.

“Anyone know some abandoned church or warehouse we could use as a base?”

“I know an abandoned church on the city outskirts, Boss, but I don’t know if it is suitable to be our base,” Nightmare replied.

“It’s not a problem, let’s see the place first.”

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The six rode on their bikes and almost an hour later finally arrived at the abandoned church Nightmare told them, but unexpectedly, they weren’t the first group of people to be there.

The group who beat them to the place was a goth model and her photographer, both young women in their mid-20s. The model was dressed in a fetish gothic dark nun uniform while her photographer friend was lightly dressed in a blouse and pants.

“Who are you?”

The two were startled when Rob and his gang arrived.

“Ah…what do we get here? Two defenseless ladies wandering to an abandoned church in the middle of nowhere, don’t you know that wandering to a place like this was dangerous?” Rob replied.

"Don't come here, I know some taekwondo!" the photographer threatened.

Unfazed by her threat, Rob let his gang surround the two.

“W-we can give you money, but let us leave, we are done with taking photos here,” said the photographer nervously, a complete 180-degree change in tone after knowing that her previous threat wasn't working on the big man.

“Leave? Unfortunately, I can’t let you leave, you will stay with us, as our new gang member.”

“Can we decline? Our friends know we are here. If you don’t let us go, police will come here to search for us,” replied the goth model.

Rob telepathically commanded his bitches to search the surrounding area for any stray, he didn’t want Delilah’s case to happen again. But in the eyes of those two girls, Rob’s gang had stepped back and compromised after their threat.

“Can we go now?” asked the goth model.

“You can go, but I need to check your phone just in case, if you don’t want to get checked, I will not let you go.”

The two women looked at each other before nodding to Rob, “Fine, we agree, you need to promise us that you will return our phone after checking it.” They could only agree to let Rob check their phone. They only hoped he would return the phone to them afterward, but they had prepared to lose them in exchange for their own safety.

Of course, Rob didn’t have any intention to let them go. When these two got near, he grabbed their hand instead of their phone. The two were shocked by Rob’s sudden action, but before they could struggle, they found something pricking their brain and their minds instantly went blank.

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Rob let go of his hand. The two girls just stood there like a statue, their eyes were blank. Rob rummaged through the memories of these two and found out about their identity.

The photographer was Kimberly Song, a second-generation Korean who grew up in America. She was 25 years old and engaged to a man, but Kimberly secretly had a lesbian affair with her friend. And her lesbian partner was none other than the goth fetish model who stood beside her now. Xelena Goldenweb, real name Ellen Smith, also 25 years old. A former classmate of Kimberly in the university, after graduating, Xelena made her name from being a successful goth fetish model. Behind the scenes, Kimberly helped her by being her photographer and manager. They had been in this scandalous lesbian relationship since their school days, yet because Kimberly hailed from a conservative Asian family, they decided to cover their relationship from anyone. Kimberly even engaged with another man to make it believable that the two aren’t a lesbian.

“Poor you, let me help you solve the trouble,” Rob commanded the Hive to transform Kimberly first.

The Hive’s black goo and silver threads worked in tandem, molding the Asian woman to be a woman that suited Rob’s aesthetic.

Her pretty and silky black hair fell to the ground in clumps, her hair became super short, and almost only short stubble was left; Kimberly was now sporting a buzz cut. Piercings appeared on her eyebrows, nose, and lips. Kimberly's face lost her cute and youthful look, in its place was the face of a roughed-up tough-looking butch. But Rob left enough of her old face so people were still able to tell that she was Kimberly

The muscles of her arms and legs began to show visible hypertrophy, and then started to bulge, becoming larger and larger. Her body gained some muscle mass as if she spent all her time bodybuilding in the gym and taking steroids daily. Her modest B-Cup breast was gone as her body fat dropped to 5%, but the next moment, her flattened chest bloomed into volleyball-sized fake tits. Kimberly's physical transformation had not yet ended, her clitoris engorged and enlarged until it looked like a small dick, except it couldn't shoot semen.

After her physical change was done, the black goo formed a set of clothing for her. She was now wearing a black bikini top and black skintight spandex trunks. Her compressed engorged clit looked like a small bulging cock. Her heels became chunky platform boots. The last article of clothing to form was the gang’s black leather jacket to finish her transformation as Rob's gang member. The jacket looked skintight and outlined her muscles.

“You are called Singed now. You will still respond to the name Kim, Kimmy, or Kimberly, but when people call you by that name, you will feel an imaginary hot burn on your face. It makes you feel upset and angry at the speaker. The gang members are an exception to this, the gang members have the privilege to call you Kimberly, or whatever variant of it. You will not feel the burning feeling on your face, instead, a soothing feeling will wash over you, and you will feel like you are among your loved one. And you love to have sex with your loved one very much. Instead of your face, you will feel your pussy burn, and to quench it, you need to have sex. You are no longer lesbian but bisexual. Of course, the man you truly love is me. Loyal, tough, strong, mean, but docile as a kitten for the gang. You are a perfect thug and soldier for the gang.”

Light back to Singed’s dim eyes as she received her new personality and place in the gang.

“Hey, boss, do you need me to do something? And what do I need to do with my camera?” asked the newly minted muscular woman, now being a photographer was out of her mind. If Rob wanted her to destroy photography equipment, she would do it without any hesitation.

“Put it aside, the hive will take care of it.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Next, I will let you have a sweet time with your friend first, you love her, right?”

Singed nodded to Rob’s question. He had yet to tamper with Kimberly’s feelings for Xelena. Rob did it on purpose, he wanted to see how Singed’s new personality reacted to someone she was in love with but was not part of the gang.

“Wakey wakey pretty girl.” Rob released his hold over Xelena after he moved a few distances to the back, and let Singed have alone time with her lesbian lover.

Xelena blinked and became aware of her situation. She instinctively took a step back in panic.

“Don’t be scared, it’s me,” Singed said, trying to calm down her partner like she usually does, she held her partner's hand to ensure her that everything would be okay.

“Kimberly, is that you, my love?” Xelena was shocked by Kimberly's new appearance, if not because the muscular woman’s face was so familiar to her, she would not think this woman was Kimberly.

Her smile suddenly wiped out from her face as if Kimberly was greatly offended by what Xelena said, "If you love me, you shall know better to not call me that name, you don’t have the right to call me that, you shall call me Singed, bitch!" Singed abruptly gripped Xelena's hand with a **** grip as if she wanted to crush it.

Xelena was caught off guard by her lover’s sudden outburst, but right now, she was in no position to ask why Kimberly was suddenly angry when she called her name, she didn’t understand why Kimberly said that she didn’t have the right to call her Kimberly. Xelena was assaulted by a wave of pain caused by Kimberly's strong grip on her hand which made her unable to think clearly.

Xelena struggled to free herself, but with Singed's enhanced strength, her struggle was futile, "Let me go, Kimberly! Stop, it's painful, you are going to crush my hand!" Xelena begged, but she unknowingly triggered more anger from Kimberly.

"Let her go, my dear Singed," Rob interjected. He was satisfied with the result. There was no bullshit power of love suddenly happening and resisting the hive control.

Singed obeyed her boss’s command. and stopped what she did. She no longer looked at Xelena with the kind and loving gaze she had before but with an expression of ridicule and disgust. Singed/Kimberly didn’t forget to do a throat-slitting gesture before she moved aside as Rob commanded.

Xelena was devastated by her lover's new behavior. She couldn’t understand what went wrong and was still unable to process why Kimberly was harming her.

"Confused, aren’t you?” Rob asked the heartbroken girl

“Did you do it? Did you change Kimberly to be that crazy woman?”

Rob had a huge evil grin on his face, “Yes, who else? And soon, I will change you too.”

“Wait, don’t change me, if I am suddenly missing, my fans and company will search for me, and you will be tracked by them!”

“Repeating the same trick wouldn’t work on me, missy, I change your little lover because I am confident enough that I can get out of this matter unscathed.”

Xelena looked at Rob with fear, but she was hapless, not knowing what to do anymore.

“Yes, that kind of expression is what I like to see; anger, fear, despair, and feeling of powerlessness. If you are a good girl, and just stay at home, and be a good wife to your husband, this will not happen to you. But, honestly speaking, I prefer a bad girl like you, instead of the goody-two-shoe god-fearing stuck-up prudes. So, I will not treat you worse than those kinds of bitch I hate.”

Rob commanded the hive to put the goth model into a dormant state once again.

Rob had a perfect role in mind to be filled by the goth fetish model. Like what he did to Carla, Xelena was soon wrapped inside a cocoon made up by the alien hive.

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“Boss, the surroundings are clear, we don’t find any stray wanderers around.” His gang bitches began to report their findings after scouring the area near the abandoned church.

“Alright, you bitches can take a rest now, we will use this church as our current base., so treat this place like your home. Singed, you will be on guard duty for today; if any stray strangers are coming here, you know what to do.”

“Yes, boss, I will make them regret wandering around this area,” replied the musclebound Korean woman.

Aside from Singed, who was on guard duty, the rest of Rob’s gang bitches were tidying up some room in the church to use as their room. Even though this place was far different from the luxurious house they once lived in, once Rob designated that this place would be their new home, the hive made them associate this place as their sole home until Rob designated another place as their new base. Even if Rob sent them back to their respective houses, they would not feel at home and instead feel uncomfortable.

“Lena, you have already rehearsed and know what to say to the police, right?”

The woman in question nodded her head. Lena, previously Xelena, now looked much older than she really was. The girl looked like someone in her late thirties. Her current face was 80% similar to Maria's previous face before she got changed to Nightmare; others probably could mistake her for someone related to Maria Simone or thought she was Maria’s older sister. But of course, Rob wouldn’t stop at that and not give a wicked flavor to her appearance. There was an inverted cross marking on her forehead. Her face was caked with dark makeup, her eyeshadow was purposely smeared so she looked like she had black tears. If she wanted to roleplay as a nun, Rob gladly helped her to look like a wicked satanic nun who broke every single commandment of God.

Her formerly flawless row of white teeth became yellowish, a testament to her new chain-smoking habit. Her eyes were droopy and bloodshot. Rob not only turned Lena into a heavy chain smoker but also a junky for recreational pills. Her skin became sallow and dry. Under her skin, purplish veins were visible and had a worm-like appearance. Rob also made Lena have something similar to what Kimberly had as a token of their former relationship; her once natural 36DD breasts were replaced with the even bigger gravity-defying volleyball-sized fake tits. Her nipples were pierced with the couple's rings that the two lesbian lovers once wore.

For her clothes, Rob had modified Lena’s costume even further; previously, her veil was only an ornamental piece that didn't hide her hair, but her current one was a complete set of latex coif, wimple, and veil that hid her hair like a proper nun. But that was the only article of clothing that looked proper on her body. Below her neck, there was a generous show of décolletage between her wimple and her dress. Her gothic nun robe now resembled a bodycon dress. Her big boobs almost spilled out of her skin-fit dress. The dress had a high slit opening that opened until her waist, giving people a peek at her lacy panties and garter belt. Her leg was clad in white overknee stockings connected to a garter belt and a pair of black platform heels. Lena was the first gang member who didn’t have a gang jacket as Rob didn't think a gang jacket would suit her ‘nun’ look, instead, to show her affiliation with the gang, the rosary necklace on her neck was now a skull necklace.

Lena, a.k.a. Mother Lena would be the gang's mouthpiece. She would be some kind of preacher who would sway others to do the gang binding without Rob needing to assimilate them into the hive. Rob made Lena able to convince someone to help the gang by confusing their minds and corrupting their morals. Like Cruela, Rob gave her a superpower; he had made her voice hypnotic by modifying her vocal cords.

Rob planned to bring Diane’s aide, Lieutenant Paulina Campbell, to this abandoned church without others in the department feeling suspicious and tracked it back to him. He created Lena with this in mind.

He picked up his phone and dialed Paulina’s number; after a minute, the call finally connected. “Lieutenant, let’s meet up somewhere. The Chief wanted me to report to you if I have some information regarding the biker gang that has been **** women in this city. I just found some leads about them.”

“Okay, where are you?”

“Meet me at the food stall on Scarborough Avenue; I will wait for you there.”

“Fine, I will meet you there after I have done my work; don’t wander around to other places before I come!”

Bitch wants to make me wait for her, huh? Does she think that she is very important like her boss? Just wait till I make her ass the biggest slut in the department.