You Decide To Help Her

You sigh and accept.

“What do I have to do?”

You glance at Kim, sweating and writhing. Her **** moans are more than a little hot. Your phone chirps, interrupting your appraisal.

“Add to our collection. You’ll find a backpack behind the trashcan on the libraries’ first floor. Kim is not to leave your side at any time. She’s your responsibility now. Don’t dawdle.”

You hear the fiendish device around Kim’s waist power down, leaving the poor girl sweaty and panting. You approach and help her to her feet. Her legs are trembling. Using you for support, she eventually gets her pants back on.

“Are you all right?” You ask as you lead her to the elevator. She looks up at you gravely, dark hair plastered to her forehead. She shakes her head, once left, once right. The gag order is still in effect, you guess.

On the first floor, there is a backpack identical to the one you’d gotten from Kim. Something more substantial is inside this one though. You step backwards out of the main thoroughfare and open the bag.