Chapter 16 - The Nemesis

Author's note: This chapter happens directly after the end of the last chapter. Reading that is advised before starting this.

Night had fallen by the time Anya's car finally slipped out of the highway and into a small side street. The roar of the cars from the highway faded, and after a few turns all that was left was unremarkable countryside without any other person in sight.

Valerie breathed a sigh of relief. She had spent the last few hours trying to slouch as low as possible in the convertible, trying her best to hide her naked body from other vehicles. Despite her efforts to use her hands and anything she could find, she knew she hadn't been fully successful in her efforts. Several occupants of the other vehicles had no doubt gotten an eyeful of her body.

Her relief was momentary. When Anya stopped in front of an empty warehouse standing alone in the countryside, realization of what was coming dawned upon her. She suddenly felt a pit in her stomach, and it made everything she had felt before seem insignificant in comparison

"It's time," said Anya, killing the engine and stepping out of the car.

Valerie had little choice but to follow her. She stepped out of the car herself. The chilly night air hit her bare skin, and she felt goosebumps form all over her naked body. Despite Anya's earlier refusal, she found herself pleading for something to wear a second time.

Anya unbuttoned her overcoat, and Valerie let out a shocked gasp. Her former mentor's body was only slightly more covered than hers. Anya was wearing a black fishnet suit that was so thin as to be almost transparent. It was skintight, following every curve of her body and clinging tightly to her skin. Almost nothing was left to the imagination.

"A bit of advice," said Anya. "When you work for the Masked Man, you earn your clothing. Do well, and he'll reward you. Do badly, and...well, you'll see."

Before Valerie could ask what she meant, Anya reached into one of the pockets of her overcoat and pulled out a strip of black silk. "Turn around," she commanded. "Some precautions need to be taken before he sees you."

Valerie hesitated for a second, but she had come too far to back out now. She did as Anya asked, and soon found what the silk was for. Anya used it as a blindfold, slipping it over her eyes. Her vision went completely dark. She didn't stop there, though.

Before Valerie could react, Anya grabbed her wrists from behind and pulled them together. Valerie heard the unmistakable click of a pair of handcuffs, and found that her hands were now restrained behind her back.

"Anya! What the..." she exclaimed, a rush of panic coursing through her body. She almost screamed, only managing to keep her instincts under control thanks to her years of training.

"I'm sorry," said Anya. "You know how this works. Before you two talk, he needs to be sure it's not a trap, or a ploy by the Organization to capture him. Standard precautions for our business."

Despite her displeasure, Valerie grunted her understanding. With a gentle grip on her arm, Anya began to guide the naked, blindfolded and handcuffed Valerie to where she would meet the Masked Man.

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