Chapter Five: Return
A familiar hand found her shoulder, "Hello, Carly…"
She wringed her fingers white.
"I told you Carly, that we were not done yet."
She got up, turning to look at the intruder.
Griffin was a mess. The blood from the actual employee of the Stockman Corporation painted the left half of his body. Scars now scored across his entire face, a testament to his fight with Freddie. He leered dangerously, "What is it that makes you… so… alluring?"
Something about the way he said that sent chills down her spine.
"I don't know."
He laughed. Then he went real quiet, like a wolf hunting, "Get up."
She was too afraid to move. In the past, he had this way of saying things that brokered no arguments. Now the young woman could not even think to obey him.
He was so fast. One second she was seated, the next her body was flying through the air, and then pinned down on the table. Carly's breath was knocked from her lungs.
"Show me what he betrayed his brothers for!" Screamed Griffin. She could not even protest as he brought his fist down at the base of her ribs. Whatever strength she had went rushing out with it.
He circled the table with great anger. Griffin took off his jacket, and threw it on the ground in disgust, "Bitch!"
Carly panted for air. He came back around and dragged her into a sitting position.
"I said show me," His hands grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled until it shredded, then threw her on the ground.
She moaned as she got to her knees. Her hair curled around her face. The mission became everything to her, "You first."
The assertiveness put Griffin on the defensive. He laughed after a second of thought, "Well, I guess it's a good thing we keep an eye on this place! You must have found out that we keep some of our files here; nothing incriminating, of course."
He propped open a laptop and clicked in a sixteen digit password. Spinning it around, he showed her the files.
Gasping for air, Carly inched her left hand forward, and grabbed the pc, pulling it closer. He was right; most of the information was innocuous; supply prices, blueprints, etc. She moaned in despair-this would not save Freddie.
Griffin laughed at her, "Did you really think one girl could change the world?" He looked at her sideways, "Well… maybe you've been made a woman, let's check!"
His hands went to her belt. Hers intercepted his, and they struggled briefly. Finally, her ex-boyfriend put his knee in her stomach, "You stupid bitch, do you think you can win?" Her eyes were filled with fear, "In three seconds, you are going to lay as still as possible."
They held each other's gaze for an infinity- his old hold over her was battling with her intense desire to never be touched by him again. The word 'one' filled the air ominously. Her hands shook.
Two filled the air. Carly's hands shook. Griffin squeezed them until the circulation was cut off. Her breathing accelerated.
"Three."
Her hands fell to her sides as tears poured from her eyes. Griffin laughed, "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Carly closed her eyes in shame, waiting. His hands were rough as they ripped off her business skirt.
"Hmmm…." He regarded the black and white matching bra and panties, "I'd say you finally finished what you started."
She blushed bright red. The silence in the room only lead to more awkwardness. Something was missing.
Yes, Griffin had claw-like hands just like Freddie, but Freddie… he grabbed her to hold on, like a man drowning grabbed a life preserver. Griffin's hands were more like shackles.
Carly's hands trembled when his grazed their way into her panties. They were on pretty tight, letting out a snap when the appendages removed themselves. He glared down at her.
His gaze was cold, daring. He wanted her to move, so he would have an excuse. So far, he was operating under orders, but if he met with even token resistance, there was no doubt what would happen to her.
"Take them off."
Carly blinked ignorantly. Griffin stepped back into the shadows, and demanded again, "Take them off."
Her throat was dry as she lifted herself up. Hands shaking, she first removed the bra, doing her best to cover herself. Carly did her best to avoid his gaze. By remembering the research done before Agent Bob's death helped the young woman stay alive. Making eye contact right now would be a challenge to his authority- covering herself was coming close to incurring his wrath.
"You know what I want."
Carly swallowed hard. No one said being a spy would be easy. She lay on her back and hooked her thumbs in. the material stretched against her sensitive skin.
As the elastic stretched slowly as she pulled them down her curves, Carly balled her fists.
"Heh," Griffin stopped the movement right above her knees, "That's enough for now."
His hand traveled up the inside of her thigh. Carly clenched her eyes shut. The appendage stopped right at the base of her legs, "Carly, Virginal Carly, did you whore yourself?" He stroked the top of her leg, "Did you… let some boy touch your no-no?" A pause, "Did you fuck like a slut?" His hand found purchase, "Answer me!"
Carly backed away from the pain he was causing her.
"Tell me what happened; did he use his no-no to touch your flower?" Griffin's tone was very insulting, but he kept it up to anger her.
"What do you want?" She knew once the sentence was out, she would regret it.
It did however raise an awkward point between the two. Yes, she had bailed on their 'big night', but how come she was a priority?
He thrust his fingers in, "Tsk, tsk, bad girl."
Carly inhaled quickly in shock. Griffin stood as still as a statue, waiting for some resistance, any reason to escalate into vindictive violence; he was under strict orders right now, but he could get around them- if only she gave him a reason.
The boy pulled her hair back until she stared him in the face.
"Where's Good Wolf?" He thrust his fingers in deeper, "Tell me!"
"I don't know- agh! I don't know!"
Griffin was firm, and vicious, "I am going to keep pushing in, no matter how tight you are. And I will rip you open unless you tell me where Freddie is."
She rolled in pain. Then, suddenly, the pain was gone. Griffin disappeared into the shadows, leaving her to moan on the floor.
"You are such a little whore. You ought to be thanking me for that."
Carly fell on her side sobbing.
"Get out, whore. We're done. I thought your little boyfriend would come swooping in. I guess he doesn't really care about you anyways, does he?"
She rolled on her stomach and crawled towards the exit, pushing the pc out of her way. Griffin groped her ass one last time before she left.
"This isn't over."
"No," She whispered too low to hear, "It isn't."
Griffin was so busy watching her butt, he failed to realize that the first time Carly viewed the files, she had slipped a flash drive out of her hair. She had calculated the amount of time needed, and put for a necessary amount of resistance so as to keep him distracted from her true goals.
Carly did what she came to do, but this fight was far from over.