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She was nauseous.
And not just because of whatever pills the man had forced her to swallow, but because he also forced an arm around her shoulder and made her lean up against him once they settled in the limo and simply would not stop talking in her ear.
"Shut up already, Kato," Suzuki crossed his arms, "The last thing we want to hear from you is dirty talk. Save it for your goddamn bedroom!" He sneered, looking disgusted, "This is almost as bad as the Yakuza."
"Besides, the girl is probably so out of it, she doesn't know what the hell you're saying," Tanaka rolled his eyes, "Stop wasting your words already. Sure, this one's cute, but she looks a little too... I dunno, unresponsive and lifeless for my liking."
Miko vaguely felt fabric caressing her cheek, "I bet I could get her to make a noise or two," Kato snickered, trailing a glove up her face, not noticing her glazed eyes slowly following the motion, "I've broken in the fiery merchandise before. A frigid kitten should be interesting."
She had no idea of the time passing nor did she choose to follow their filthy words anymore as she tried to focus on herself, but she stiffened and tried to bring her handcuffed arms up when another pill was shoved into her mouth as they finally came to a stop.
"Just in case," Kato muttered, "Insurance for our asses before we bring you to the big boss." They had seen others disposed of for letting 'merchandise' get out of control before and he certainly was not going to take any chances, especially with a U.A. student.
'B-bu...' Miko could hardly put any thoughts together as she was dragged out of the limo, pulled without any care as she stumbled along, '–t..to—on...' Somewhere, it was somewhere on her body and if she pressed it...
That large blond man would appear instantly.
But a cold feeling froze her and she hesitated in the thought of calling that man for any sort of help.
Would this be her mission anymore?
Would she be rewarded?
Would her hard work be for nothing?
'T-th...a-a..aaat b-be c–ca...an't,' Her thoughts were completely mixed up as she gasped for air, not realizing she was now in an elevator, 'N...no...ot, n–not n...now.' The elevator stopped and she was being dragged again into a luxurious office with a rather good-looking man sitting behind the expensive desk.
Miko was shoved to the ground.
"Kobayashi-sama," Kato, Suzuki, and Tanaka all stood straight with a much more serious expression, "Some low-ranker found this girl outside one of the shipping containers," Kato explained, "We brought her to you personally because we were unaware that we had a U.A. student as a part of our merchandise."
"That's because we don't have one," Kobayashi stood as the three males stiffened, "But I won't kill you for your error as you seem to have at least correctly subdued the girl for now," He eyed the limp girl with a hot gaze, clearly suspicious but satisfied with her drugged condition at the moment, "Well then, darling, what kind of wires are you wearing? Shall we find out?"
Miko stared dazedly at the ground when yet another gloved traced along her body, ripping off the red tie and opening the blazer and white shirt to reveal bandages wrapped tightly around her chest.
"Huh?" Kobayashi blinked, "Are you injured?" He asked out loud before a smile came to his face, "Or is this where your wire taps are? Not very original I say, dear girl," He produced a small tantou knife from his inner suit pocket, "It must be uncomfortable to be wearing it for this long. Here, I'll help you take it off."
The light of the blade caught Miko's glassy eyes.
Idiot.