"Vaas, this bitch is fucking loco." Brock turned from the monitors to his boss.
The pirate king didn't know what to think. She was either insane, a fucked up nymphomaniac addicted to danger, or manipulating him somehow. Maybe she was Willis' spy.
What kind of agent would be willing to risk her life, offering herself into enemy territory to get tortured? And what was she supposed to see? And how would she have proof? The Americans wouldn't be that stupid. And if she was Canadian like her passport said... Canada wouldn't give two shits about Rook Island. They were too busy drinking beer and singing kumbaya.
"You..." Dr. Earnhardt was stammering. "You want to be here? You wanted this?"
"It's everything I've ever wanted." Ashelin sighed, and Vaas watched her visibly relax in the tub.
"He's probably going to kill you."
"If he listens to me for a minute he won't. Or at least I hope not. I have an idea." She stretched her arms above her head and Vaas leaned forward. His interest was piqued. What was this little puta up to?
"An idea? You came here on an idea?" Earnhardt was exasperated.
"It's a GOOD idea." Ashelin sounded almost petulant, and Brock laughed out loud. "I figured I needed something to offer him, since he was kind enough to host me."
Vaas smirked. He hated to admit it, but he was almost starting to like this girl.
"My family is crazy rich." As soon as the words left her mouth, Brock clapped his hands.
"Jackpot!" He cried, and Vaas growled at him in Spanish. He wanted to hear what she had to say.
"I don't have a ton of contact with my dad, because he's kind of an asshole. And he's the type of asshole that just throws money at problems until they go away." She said. "So if Vaas were to contact him, send him a photo or something, and demand ransom, he could get a ridiculous amount of money. Probably multiple times."
Vaas clapped Brock on the back and strode out the door.
Dr. Earnhardt stared blankly at the girl. "And you came up with this all on your own?" He inquired.
"I'm not stupid." Ashelin replied. "I knew if I came here I'd need something to offer."
"You are stupid." The doctor stood up abruptly, fighting the wave of fatigue from staying up all night worrying and drinking. "You're a fucking moron for throwing your life away. He's going to use you and then murder you."
"What do you care?!" She spat and stood up as well. "You work for him! What's your job, patch people up between torture sessions?"
He threw a towel at her and she caught it, ignoring the soreness in her arms.
"Yeah, and it's the best fucking job ever. I love it." He kicked his chair over and stormed out, making her think that he wasn't as old and frail as he'd first seemed.
Ashelin wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out of the bath onto the warm rough wood floor. She didn't let the old bastard ruin her elation. Vaas would listen to her.
She stretched, reveling in the pain rippling through her shoulders and down her spine to her core. She gently cupped her crotch. He'd pounded her so hard. She couldn't believe she was still in one piece.
She heard a Spanish inquiry from outside, and thought maybe she should have learned it before she came.
"Yeah, she's inside, ready and willing." Earnhardt replied, sarcasm dripping off of him.
Two pirates burst in with guns and Ashelin raised her hands, just realizing that there was an IV in one of them.
"Take me to your leader."