"...turn around."

(Warning: ****)

Mills said bluntly. V's eyes widened.

"Wha-?" she began before a finger came to rest on her nose. Cross eyed for a second she stared mute and confused at the digit resting in front of her face before looking up into Mills' cold eyes.

"Turn a-round" he repeated, emphasising each syllable, and placing his hands on her waist. "Frankfurt will be a thing of the past if you do as you're told" he said quietly "so just shut up" he twisted his hands sending V into a spin, now facing the mirror, "and do as I say". V was dazed and her mind was fumbling for a reason as to why this was happening to her. Last night, she'd been a feared and respected counterintel agent. Now, this greasy techie was shuffling down her skirt and leering over her shoulder at her as she faced away from him in a bathroom block. V looked down and realised that her lower half was now exposed and she stood half naked with the coolness of the air con making goosebumps appear on her flesh. She looked up at her reflection as if it was someone else for what seemed an eternal second. Mills was taking off his shirt hurriedly and was almost panting with excited lust. She looked back at her own face. Her face. This was happening to HER.

Coming to her senses and realising that she couldn't go through with this, she braced backwards to try and turn around but Mills grabbed her neck tightly from behind, cutting off her air and holding her in place. A second later, V felt a pushing against her from behind, as Mills' large cock quested forward. Panicked, V felt his hot breath in her ear. "A short time with me here and now, V, or a long fall from grace? I've got the power to make your problems go away but you have to do as I say now. That's my deal." Mills ran his tongue up her cheek slowly and V closed her eyes in disgust. Mills continued to dry hump V from behind, thankfully loosening his grip on her throat. She had a second to catch her breath before he pushed forward harder with his hips and V felt the tip of a throbbing cock touch her asshole. Mills caught her eye in the mirror Infront of them, her terror nearly sending him over the edge.

"No, that's too much I'm not doing-" a wrenching on her ruby hair caused her to fall silent. Mills' cruel hand gripped her head as he hissed.

"One little fuck and all those problems go away for you". He teased forward with some gentle but forceful thrusts and V felt her muscles tighten. He squeezed her neck and turned her to face him in the mirror. "Well, do we have a deal?"

The two of them stood looking at one another in the mirror, motionless. V knew she was out of options. "I'll agree to having sex with you but not that and not there" she said flatly. "You can have your fun, but not THAT". Mills felt his anger boil again. As if she was in any position to bargain with him. He was in charge now, he had control, and V would pay for the problems she had caused him in the past. The anger on his face was replaced by a cruel smirk.

"Deal off the table then? Too bad." He lent off her and made to collect his trousers from around his ankles. V couldn't help but feel panicked as she saw her one viable avenue of salvation begin to close on her. She stayed silent feeling the despair from the whole morning's events swell inside of her again. She couldn't go through with this, could she? V felt her eyes mist. Was this worth it? Satisfying this bastard's lust in order to save her skin? What alternative did she have?

She then saw that Mills had paused in his moves to get dressed and was looking pointedly at her in the mirror. V gulped tears.

"Do we have a deal?" Mills repeated. V's heart sank and she felt her head nod once softly as she closed her eyes tight for what was to come.