Chapter 10

3 days later

Victor Nolan listened to his daughter's report carefully and nodded approvingly. Everything was going just like he had planned. The soldier was becoming more relaxed with her and didn't hesitate to use her body for his enjoyment. The results had been interesting. At first the sex hadn't affected his training results, but after couple of times, the change had been noticeable.

The serum was reacting wonderfully with the soldier's increasing testosterone levels. The change was most noticeable a day before his encounter with Darla and a day after it. The three days cycle seemed to be suitable for more research. Then there was of course the second part of the project. If it would be successful, he would make history. His name would be remembered forever. All thanks to his useful little tool.

She was stronger than her mother, but he could still break her if he would have to. Victor had always been fascinated with human psyche and how it could be broken. Darla's mother had been weak, she hadn't offered Victor much challenge. His daughter on the other hand had at least put up a fight.

He could have broken her completely if he would have wanted to but teaching her who was in charge was much more entertaining. It wasn't difficult to see how much she wanted to fight him, but her fear stopped her. He enjoyed testing the limits of her fear, she was his own personal guinea pig. And unlike her mother, she was useful.

"Very good, dear," he hummed after she was finished. "Go and get some rest now, we'll continue tomorrow."

"Okay," she murmured. "Good night, father."

Victor stayed in the lab after an agent had escorted Darla to her room. He had a lot to think about.

"Well, it seems that you were right," one of his colleagues, Dr. Karpov," stated. "Here are the asset's results from yesterday."

Victor glanced at the paper and smiled. The soldier had done exceptionally well in the training field.

"Excellent. I bet we'll have same kinds of results tomorrow."

Dr. Karpov nodded.

"I believe so too. It seems that the girl has been successful."

"Yes. Perhaps it's time to test the results. I think they can be better."

"What do you have in mind?" Dr. Karpov asked.

Victor smiled.

"I think our soldier deserves a special treat."

3 days later

Darla stared at "the outfit" her father had just placed on her bunk. This couldn't be true.

"Why…why do I need to wear this?" she murmured.

"You don't like the color?" her father asked smiling. "Agent Tomasi chose this especially for you."

At least agent Tomasi was a woman, but that didn't make Darla feel any better. Why was the sick bastard doing this to her?

"No, no, there's nothing wrong with the color, I just… I was wondering if… You said… You said that I've done well."

"You have, dear," her father replied and patted her shoulder. "Now get changed and use the makeup in the bag. I want you to look as pretty as possible."

"But why…"

The rest of her sentence died as she saw the look in her father's eyes. He was still smiling, but the smile was cold.

"Oh sweetheart," he sighed. "I thought that we understood each other already."

"We do," she assured quickly. "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

He stared at her piercingly for a moment before his lips curved into a smile again.

"Of course I forgive you, princess. I've been very patient with you, haven't I?"

"Yes, father," she murmured.

"However, you really shouldn't take my patience for granted."

"No, father. I'm sorry."

"Good girl. Get changed."

Darla closed her eyes when her father left the room. Asshole. Why was he doing this? Probably because he wanted to humiliate her. Why else would he force her to wear a pink baby doll nightie and thongs. And a pair of ridiculous stripper heels. How could any of that be a part of "the project"? She gritted her teeth and reluctantly undressed.

Wearing the stupid nightie made her feel naked and ridiculous. She sighed and opened the small bag. Lipstick, mascara, blush, perfume. She tried her best to make herself look "pretty", as the bastard had demanded. How long would this nightmare last? Not that she should really complain, Steve had been incredibly patient with her.

Their last meeting had gone well, they had continued kissing and touching. Steve had earned her trust and she tried her hardest to convince herself that she was ready. She had to be ready soon, she was risking both of their lives.

But when she looked at her reflection in the mirror now, she felt everything but ready. She felt like a cheap hooker. It didn't matter, she would just hide the hideous nightie under her normal clothes. She gasped when she stepped out of the bathroom and saw her father. Her first reaction was to cover herself with her arms.

"Ah, there you are," her father stated cheerfully. "You look lovely, dear."

Creep.

"Thank you," she murmured. "I'll just finish getting dressed…"

"What do you mean? You are finished."

"I just meant that I'll wear my pants and shirt…"

"No need for that, dear."

"Okay, I'll just grab a blanket then…"

"No."

Her eyes widened.

"Father, I can't go out like this."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why not?"

"I… I'm not dressed…"

"You look dressed to me. Come on."

No. He couldn't do this to her. No. Her body refused to move. He opened the door and looked at her expectantly.

"I'm waiting, dear."

She swallowed and forced her legs to move. The heels felt terrible, she could barely walk with them. As she stepped out of her room, she saw at least five agents standing in the hallway. They were all staring at her. Smirking. Licking their lips. The humiliation made her face bright red, but she kept her head high, trying to pretend that they weren't there.

The walk lasted forever, and she almost tripped twice. Finally, she reached Steve's door. One of the agents opened it and slapped her butt before letting her in. Darla tensed, but she tried her best to ignore him.

"Have fun," he said to Steve. "Lucky bastard."