No

Miss Patriot scoffed at demand. "You are sick and disgusting woman Ruth." Ruth shruged. "I guess Renee's hold over you wasn't that strong." Miss Patriot blushed before turning to leave. "I've had enough of this. I'll find Renee myself." "Fine, good luck tits but I'm not sure how you'll do that."

Miss Patriot slammed the door in frustration. As she made her way out of the now empty school, she started thinking about how she was going to find Renee. There was nothing at the school she could use to trace the Lipstick Gang and the Torturess was long gone too. She was the only other one apart from Ruth who likely knew anything about what was going on but Miss Patriot wasn't too keen on going after her if she didn't have to. She had had encounters with The Torturess in the past and she did not enjoy them. Though Patriot would never admit it, she did get a thrill from be captured and bound, sometimes sexually tormented but the Torturess as her name suggested, just enjoyed straight up ****.

Leaping into her vehical, she recalled her findings the previous night. There was still the warehouse to investigate and she might be able to trace the acid used to break into the store to a lead. As she got ready to start the car again, she remembered why she came to the school in the first place. She still needed to look through the records.