Chapter 3

M awoke to the warmth of sunshine and the sound and smell of the sea. She is in a massive king sized bed in a beautiful room, done in varying shades of blue. There is a bandage on her arm…right where her chip was implanted.

M moves around slowly and finds the en suite. It is as lovely as the room with a huge tub and shower. If she is captive it is the worst job she has ever seen. There are no doors on any of the rooms as she wanders into the hall.

There are at least 6 bedrooms but only the one is furnished. M moves downstairs to see a large open concept living area with a wall of windows facing the sea. She slides one open and steps onto a balcony…to the lovely view of what she is guessing is the Mediterranean sea.

The kitchen holds food, water…tea…Scotch…a really nice Scotch. The cellar has a wine rack full, so getting sloshed later will not be a problem. The doors to this particular mansion are unlocked so she wanders down to the beach.

The unlocked doors make sense to M within the hour when she walks the entire way around the bloody island that she is currently on.

"Oh for Christ's sake!"

M storms back into her palace prison on this apparently deserted island she is trapped on.

"No bloody wonder the doors aren't locked!"

M moves to the kitchen and takes inventory of supplies while making something to eat. There do not seem to be any cameras and there is plenty of food however the fresh items, fruits and vegetables will be gone within the week.

There is a stereo and she tries for stations to figure out her location. She cannot hear anything but static. There is a collection of CD's and even old LP's available in case she is bored. The bookshelf has many titles that she has read before.

After eating and looking around in the cupboards and closets M goes back to the bedroom and begins searching there.

"What on earth?"

The closets are full of feather boa's corsets and other items that would be appropriate for a 19th century brothel.

The drawers have more practical clothing all in her size…damn it! Some of the clothing looks tailored to fit her specifically. M has always been vertically challenged and often has her clothing specially made or altered to fit correctly.

M looks back in the closet and pulls out a corset to look at the size…christ it is also her size…this puts a different slant on this apparent abduction.

"What in hell is going on here?" She says allowed to herself.

It would not be unusual for enemies of Britain and MI6 to want her for what she knows, or for ransom.

For all the protestations of the government, not to cave to terrorism and kidnappings they would likely pay for her because of the 40 years of accumulated knowledge she possesses.

This was something different…there is a sexual element to this abdication. Who on earth would want a tryst with a woman of her age and blow up MI6 in order to take her. M sits on the bed and hugs a pillow to her as tears escape her eyes.

How many died? Was Eve there? Is Tanner all right? M still misses James so much…she replaced him in her bed but not in her heart.

Marshall is a dear man and he knows that Bond was the one she loved but he is willing to stand by her and support her through her grief with the knowledge that if James ever returned…she would walk away from him.

Marshall admitted as much to her as he kissed the top of her head once after making love to her. He said it didn't matter because he had this short time with her, just as he has always wanted.

Eventually M gets up and pulls out some clothing and runs a bath. M soaks for a while, lost in her thoughts as the water chills.

Once finished she dresses and goes back to the cellar to get some wine and explore some more. There are no weapons, but the knives in the kitchen, and definitely no boat to sail away on, even if that was one of her skill sets.

M is waiting for whoever took her to come and demand something of her that she is not willing to give.

She sits on the sofa listening to a CD and drinking a bottle of red wine…hell she might as well be drunk before anything happens.

At this point in M's life she is past caring. Mallory wants her job…Nigel and James are dead and her children have always done well without her. Marshall will get over her and live the rest of his life doing what he wants to…he will be sad in her passing so will Tanner and Eve.

M has regrets...even if they are unprofessional. Regrets mainly concerning her family…the deaths of agents like Bond that died in the line of duty. What she did she did for Britain…to keep the lives of her citizens safe.

M will die with the knowledge that she fought the good fight.

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Silva paces his hotel in Spain finishing some business before he can go join his wife on their island.

The blonde agent…Bond has surfaced again.

Silva wonders if he will kill the brother-in-law in a jealous rage for replacing him in her bed.

Silva hopes he does. He will keep this tidbit of new to himself or to use against her later.

The time ticks by so slowly…he has her at last but is both excited and apprehensive about their first meeting.

What will she say…what will she do when she sees him alive and standing before her…reborn for her.

Others enter the room for final instruction. Silva gives them their tasks to lead MI6 to China. Silva hands Patrice and Séverine the computer to take to his Island there.

Séverine tries to kiss him before she leaves but he pushes her away.

"I am spoken for now and don't do that again. You may have to seduce the agent they send after you call me when the job is done and you have the agent at the Island or dead."

"My love…how long until I see you again?"

"You will not. Your job for me concludes when you are dead by MI6 or the agents are killed…I don't really care if they get the data back…that was never the point. M was always the point…always the goal…MI6 is chasing its tail now that the head is missing."

Séverine always knew he was a cruel sadistic man but after all she did for him…

They leave and Silva departs the hotel with his bags and proceeds to his boat. By morning he has reached the Island.

"I will call you when I need you to come get us." With that he takes his bags and jumps joyously on the dock.

Silva looks up at the beautiful home glowing in dawns first light…his heart glowing along with it.

"Oh my Olivia your wait is over and so is mine."

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M woke up hearing a noise downstairs. It was early, the sun was barely up. There is someone here.

M quickly gets up and desperately regrets that there are no doors on the bedrooms. She looks around the room for anything that can be used as a weapon…damn it…she should have brought a knife up.

Someone is climbing the stairs…M's heart is pounding in her chest as she stands on the other side of the bed placing as much space as possible between her and whoever is climbing the stairs.

Silva peaks in the door at her as his smile spread across his face.

"Hello…my love. It has been such a long time, well other than in South Africa…but that does not count. I was not ready to take this step then."

Silva walks towards her as she stares at him open mouthed. "Tiago?"

"You remember! I knew you would, but I go by Silva now… and you…you are here with me."

M is now more curious than scared.

"HOW…WHY? Care to explain?"

"How did I survive your betrayal of me?"

"Well, yes you were declared missing presumed dead."

"There is a lot of that going around now isn't there M. The men that love you end up missing and presumed dead."

"An unfortunate circumstance of my job, but really Mr. Silva, how did you manage a miraculous escape from the Chinese?"

Silva walks around the bed to her as M backs herself up against the wall. He speaks calmly but M can see the instability in his eyes.

"I was in bad shape…they thought I had died from my torture…but I survived and crawled out of the sludge and became reborn. For years I have built an empire and collapsed many…todays technology has caught up to my genius and I have been watching you my lovely Olivia."

"What..why did you not come back to MI6 if you escaped?"

Silva is actually shocked and surprised by her question.

"You didn't want me…tossed me away, you were scared of my love."

"Love?"

Your loyalty to Nigel, even after he betrayed you...why did you stay with him? I have always wondered why because I did love you."

The trajectory of his thoughts jump back and forth from the distant past to the present.

M answers as calmly and logically as she can considering she is facing down a dangerous ghost from her past.

"He was my husband and I loved him. We had a family together...a life."

"For years my love for you consumed me and turned to hatred. I had a dream that all the pain and suffering would be worth it if I could have you to myself and now I do."

"What do you mean watching?"

"Technology is my servant M. I never came after you…although I could have. Your daughter grew into a very attractive woman…she looks just like you Olivia."

"NO…no, no, no….stay away from my family."

Silva snarls at her. "As long as you are compliant nothing will happen to her. You're all I have ever wanted…and now I have you. Alone, without a husband…single and still very beautiful."

Silva reaches out to her face and caresses it tilting her face up to look into his.

M is starting to panic…there is nothing she can do…he is too large and this obsession is 20 years old.

"I have someone else." M says quietly.

Silva moves beside her and puts his large hands on her shoulders.

"Your lover Bond has been gone for months and after a month and a half you took pity on your brother-in-law and allowed him to comfort you in your loss. You...my dear Olivia Mansfield are free."

"NO!"

"There is no choice Olivia or do you prefer M now?"

"They will find me…they will discover."

"MI6 is busy chasing down the lead I left them in China for the hard drive. They are in complete disarray at the moment."

"Still you have no security here…guards, anything."

"I did not want anyone here with us on our honeymoon….My dear I do not wish to hurt you but I went through hell for you and now you are mine."

"We are not married and I think I would rather die."

Silva tightens his grip on her arms and laughs hysterically.

"I thought that once, but I embraced the pain and now it has rewarded me in my life as I knew it would. My grandmother always told me that I was going to have everything I wanted in life but would have to crawl through fire to get it. Oh...my darling M, but we are married my dear…I have the papers right here that say we are."

"I will get an annulment…or will become a widow as soon as possible."

Silva continues holding her and laughs at her weak struggles.

M is trying to put on a brave face when inside she is panicking. The idea of what is about to happen at the forefront of her mind.

"I want to go home…now!"

"You do not give the orders anymore M!"

Silva forces a kiss on her lips as she tries to push him away. M knows what is coming and there is nothing she can do about it.

Silva picks her up and places her on the bed covering her body with his. "Stop! Tiago…NO! Please don't."

A tear escapes her eye as he looks down on her in amazement and desire.

Silva is beyond help…he is sick and she knows he will take her, she needs to divert him somehow.

"I'm hungry…how about I make some breakfast?"

Silva is kissing her neck. His hand is on her breast as he purrs and licks the side of her face.

"You are trying to delay the inevitable my dear…you need to relax…give yourself over to the pleasure. I will not deliberately try to hurt you…I have lubricant to ease the way and I will bring you as much pleasure as I am capable of…with my hands…lips…tongue."

"I don't want you…I never wanted you…It will be rape no matter what happens…it will be under protest."

"Always so…so stubborn. If we had consummated this affair 20 years ago we would not be here now. We would have parted ways by now and you would not have given me to the Chinese because I never would have hacked them to impress you."

"I need to eat and as you say I can't go anywhere… so I would like to make breakfast…I do want to have something in my stomach. It will be better to have something to throw up…after you…rape me."

Silva laughs and rolls off her. "Always so logically practical…I am going to shower while you dress my darling and then breakfast. Oh and I will be checking you for knives darling and the bathroom has a door that locks, that I have a key for incase you attempt to stab me in the shower."

Silva gives her a quick kiss on the cheek, enjoying the banter between the two of them…she could always stimulate him with her dry British wit and that voice…he could just immerse himself in her voice.

After he makes love to her, he is going to have her read to him as she rests in his arms. Silva can't wait to see her dressed in some of the lingerie he purchased for her.

M dresses as he is in the shower and walks nervously downstairs to the kitchen and grabs a knife and begins to cut fruit…damn… a squad of MI6 trooper would be so welcome right now.

M is running out of time…

To be continued...