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You were a nuisance in his eyes. A pest, like a slippery cockroach he wanted to squash under his feet. And that stupid doll mask you wore didn't make it any better. He saw you enter his trial, but could rarely spot you afterwards. You were playing too stealthy, and he didn't like it one bit! Everytime he did corner you, you managed to stun him and slip away. And firing his Lupara at you was not very effective as well, your suit would just lose some of it's doll pieces.
This time, he will get his hands on you.
Doctor Futterman got you good last trial. You managed to run a giant for so long, that you didn't pay attention to Mother Gooseberry cutting you off. When you felt the sting of a drill in your thigh, you thought you were done for. But thanks to your ragtam team of Reagent 'friends' you still managed to get out alive. You need to stay alive and earn these release tokens, despite their disapproval of you joining them so soon already for another trial.
You step out into the trial, and dread fills your stomach. 'Poison the Medicine'. Trying to outrun a gun was not your forte right now.
The American man and the Dutch person managed to distract Franco Barbi enough if he was hot on your trail. Whilst you and the Swedish woman were looking for the codes. But it was during the decoding of the symbols, that it went sideways.
You see the yellow paint on the ceiling and step aside, eyes focused on the decoding device as it stops on the right numbers. Not aware of your current surrounding, you misstep. Your leg is giving out, and everything is spinning before you realize you are falling down the stairs. Your head lands on the train track, and your mask cracks of the impact. "Fuuuck.." you groan out as you hold your hand against your skull. You scramble to sit up, smelling the coals, the steam and the blood of this area.
Sadly, falling down stairs will a hundred percent guarantee someone running up to you, this just happens to be someone you did not wanna see right now. "I finally got you, you motherfuckin' doll-creep!" White dress shoes, white pants, a pacifier hanging around his torso, and, ah! A gun pointed at you. Maybe you should've stayed at the facility today.
"Fucking Bambino.." you mutter as you struggle to look up. You watch as his bulging blue eyes widen and he freezes up as he hears you talk. "You tellin' me I've been bested by some fuckin' whore this whole time?!" He roars out. You wince at his loudness, vision blurry. "Oh, I'm gonna take my sweet time with you, Suga' "
You are hit on the head with the butt of his Lupara, which knocks you down onto the floor again. He quickly straddles your hips to prevent you from trying to escape.
He places the gun next to you and wastes no time ripping off your E.S.O.P. and pulling at your shirt. You hear his loud, ragged breathing. "Show me the prize, mommy." You freeze up as he calls you that, and your mind immediatly goes to some of the scattered files, about Franco, that you have found.
A shiver of coldness goes through you, and you realize your torso is naked. Gloved hands come to cup your breast. "Beautiful. Soft. Mama's little baby can work with this.." he mutters out. You would love to plant a fist in his face right now, but it might not be the best time for that. Instead your hand goes up and you tangle your fingers in the tufts of hair he has left. You swallow your pride as awkward words leave your mouth "Be a good boy for mommy.." Actually, the fist might've been better.
Something prods against your stomach, and you hope your team will wonder where you are before that gets pulled out. "Succulent, little treat. I'm gonna slurp you all dry and climb up in your belly." Franco lowers his head and starts to suckle on your nip. Your face burns with shame, but also slight arousal.
Your hips involuntarily jerk up as you feel the scrape of a tooth, and you feel Franco's smile creeping up. Your head flops to the side and you eye the gun. Pondering if death would've been mercy about now.
A loud shatter and some angry cursing from above you make you alert. "Fuckin' whores, all of you all!" Franco grabs his Lupara and gets off of you. "We ain't done yet, toots." He threatens to you as he walks off after the American man. "Get back here! I'm gonna fuck that exit wound!"
You prop yourself up on your elbows, and confusion settles in about this whole encounter. You startle when a coat gets thrown over your shoulders, and look up to see your Dutch teammate, smug grin on their face. "How much of that did you see?" You ask them. Their grin gets wider "Enough. 'Mommy'." You groan in embarrassment and hide your face in your palms.
Your Swedish teammate walks up to you two. "Oh, don't worry. You know how they are with the cop." She mentions as she points to the Dutch. They roll their eyes and help you up. "You can go visit the big baby again next time, but right now I would really like to finish this trial and have a good nap."
You couldn't agree more with them. On both statements.