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Hey, Chooms! What do you think this version of Johnny Silverhand should be called?
+/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 58 – Taken
Molly suddenly jolts awake with a deep inhaling gasp. Shes been tucked into bed nice and snug with a warm soft blanket. Her head feels heavy.. carrying along a headache that makes her feel as if she’s been hit by a truck. She rolls over onto her side to see that she’s in a clean, well furnished, beautiful apartment high-rise. Completely lost, and unaware of her location, she shakes the blanket off and sits up in the bed revealing her black bra and panties. She lets out a deep, exhausted shriek of pain as she feels the soreness in her body wash over her. She looks down to see a deep bite mark on her chest with dried blood around the deep top and bottom row of teeth marks. She slowly reaches to lightly touch the bite mark and feels a sharp pain to the touch which makes her twitch. Her white wrists were red and raw as she raises her hands to her forehead and lays back onto the bed.
She slowly gets out of the bed and stretches; The sound of her bare feet slapping on the polished wooden floor is heard as she walks up to a huge window pane overlooking the beautiful morning Night Cityscape. She sees a feint reflection of herself before she focuses in on the city itself. She places the palm of her hand on the glass as she stares deeply into the city. Unable to understand the immediate feelings she feels when doing this, she fully embraces them as the city stares back at her.
"Good morning Night City." She says to herself with a soft tone and a slight smirk. She re-focuses her attention back to her reflection in the window pane, seeing her own toned, fit body in her bra and panties. A wave of various thoughts and emotions hit her all at the same time as she stands there overlooking the cityscape and her own reflection in the window. She suddenly feels the sensation of belonging.. acceptance.. as if she has put forth the feral nature of her true self only to have it embraced with open arms… A feeling she’s never felt before. In all of her years of travel and work all over the world, nothing has ever given her these feelings. They seemingly all hit her at once causing her to remove the palm of her hand from the window and take a step back in discomfort and disbelief. 'How can something control me so much so..?' She thinks to herself.
She glances to her right and sees her street clothes neatly folded and stacked beside the bed. On top of the clothes rested a small white note written in pink writing left behind by the Russian doll. She walks up to the clothes and grabs the note, hearing the Russian doll's soft, beautiful voice as she reads:
"You have taken me. And I have taken you. Nothing will ever change that."
"Please. Make yourself at home. I will see you soon. My precious killer. My Milaya."
Molly looks up with disbelief on her face as she slowly crumples the note, closes her eyes, and puts her hands on her forehead. "Shit…" she says to herself under hear breath. She begins to slowly put her t-shirt on as she feels another sharp pain on her back causing her to wince. The shirt slides over the deep, red scratches all over her back from nails digging in. She finishes putting on the rest of her clothes and makes for the exit. She sees various personal belongings, pictures and items throughout the apartment that she forces herself to ignore as she leaves. She exits the elevator, walks through the lobby and makes her way outside.
A sudden rush of the city sounds and commotion wash over her as various people going about their day are heard. Vendors shouting things for sale, car horns and alarms going off alongside the sounds of sirens and people laughing in conversation. These sounds are a new welcomed comfort to her as she makes her way up the street through the foot traffic. She makes her way several blocks up the street, well away from the doll's apartment and takes a seat on the stoop of another apartment complex. She takes a heavy drag of her smoke before taking a deep breath and slowly gathering herself and watching various pedestrians and cars pass by. Countless thoughts race through her head as she sits there thinking deeply. She takes all the time she needs before taking another deep breath and letting it out slowly.
"Fuck… here we go." She says in a tired tone. She turns off her geo-block…causing a huge wave of text messages to flood her vision. Countless text messages from Manny and various associates of the corpo chain frantically trying to contact her scroll in one after the other with the notification sound pinging again and again. Before they even finish a call on the holo comes in from Manny.
"Molly!" He shouts in a genuinely concerned tone before he quickly catches himself and clears his throat. "ehem; Ma'am. Are you-? Is everything alright? Where are you?? Team was trying to report you MIA but I didn't let em… as you wished. I think the-"
"Just… come get me Manny…" Molly says in an tired tone before disconnecting the holo call and taking another drag of her cig. She gets up off of the stoop and starts to walk up the block. She hears a voice that shes passing by on the sidewalk which grabs her attention.. causing her to stop and look over.
"Spare some change for a veteran ma'am?"
Molly transfers 100 eurodollars to the homeless man. "Of course. Here you go." She says in a genuine tone.
"Knew I saw good in you… God bless."
Molly, continuing to look at the homeless man with a serious expression pauses briefly before speaking with a stern tone.
"….There's no good in me."
Before the homeless man can respond and disagree, she walks off into the distance as he watches.
Now silverhand is a woman? Interesting
Hey, Chooms! What do you think this version of Johnny Silverhand should be called?
On behalf of the staff of the Independent California Motel, I wish you all sweet dreams.
+/ Night City Stories +/ Chapter 57 – Simple Pleasures
Its the late evening as the tapping of high-heel shoes on linoleum returns with a rapid pace. Various corpos lingering about the PetroChem megabuilding halls quickly move out of the way at the sight of the woman; some bow their heads and some avoid eye contact all together. She glances around at various people as she makes her way to the elevator. She once again takes advantage of the time alone to hyperventilate and quickly gather herself. The repetitive nature of this routine can't possibly be healthy for the mind let alone the soul.. However the environment of corpo culture demands it.. stripping individuals of identity and sanity. She exits the elevator with confidence as she approaches the window to stand by the executive waiting for her smoking a cig.
"We've finally got some traction." He says causing the woman to glance over at him. He continues after pulling up a detailed hologram on the window pane with the cityscape as a backdrop, displaying the various pieces of data/information they're reviewing.
"Now that the cleanup protocol is nearly done, the board has given us the leeway to pursuit some various avenues. We got in contact with a local fixer in the area on our leash. He’s been instructed to put his ear to the ground to any and all activity going on in the streets. Who's saying what, who's selling what and who saw what. The pay we offered should get him producing results soon."
"Data collection on the warehouse explosion is pretty much completely tapped on our end sir. Research team has moved on to the re-manufacturing of product B. Re-obtaining resources and thoroughly re-creating the process of production. By all accounts the chemical composition of this new CHOO 2 formula is seriously unstable. Took them god knows how long to accumulate what they had previously. Hell.. rumor has it a few of the researchers died in the aftermath of its creation. That's off the books intel by the way." She says before switching subject slightly.
"Is there any new insight on this black project going on?" She asks causing him to pull up Molly's company profile.
While the executive narrates her profile, You see Molly somewhere deep in the bustling Night City entering an unknown location down a long alleyway alone.
"The head of it is one Molly Seeker."
Dressed in civilian street clothing, Molly occasionally glances over her shoulder being sure not to be followed. She wears a serious look of timid fear and slight excitement on her face being in such unfamiliar territory.
"PetroChem auditor in the investigations department. Her profile is all over the place but unmistakably decorated."
Molly is stopped by the hand of an Animal working door security. He leans over to his right allowing his partner to whisper something unheard into his ear. He smirks slightly before stepping out of her way and welcoming her in with a gesture.
"Long standing seniority within the company. She's done direct work for the board in most major countries and even some not so major. Russia, Cuba, Ireland, Brazil, China, you name it."
Molly is slowly lead by the hand of a gorgeous Russian woman down a neon hallway where various dressed and half naked enthusiasts are seen socializing, huffing, dealing drugs, smoking and caressing each other. The environment is intense but seductive as the energy of the place is shared and embraced by everyone there.. causing her to blend in effortlessly regardless of her nervousness.
"A lot of redacted information on her prior ops.. not really worth digging into but she’s thorough in her work. Unbelievable success rate as well. Her loyalty and body of work to the corp is truly impressive."
Molly has her jacket slowly removed off of her back by the gorgeous woman. She takes the moment to look around the room and sees various pairs and groups of people of varying social status throughout it holding, caressing, kissing and fucking each other. Some naked, others dressed in bizarre attire seeming only fit for that very room and nowhere else. The seductive tone and energy of the room was unbelievably alluring and sexy. The gorgeous Russian doll whispers into molly's ear from behind with a gentle, sexy Russian accent:
"This is not just some place… This is THE place…" She says as Molly continues to look around the room.. seeing everyone either deeply engaged with each other or swaying and flowing to the energy of the environment.
The doll continues: "Pleasure and lust… exist at the core of our being. No matter how rich.. no matter how smart.. no matter how powerful; Welcome to the home of your deepest desires." She concludes before she begins to suck on Molly's neck from behind causing Molly to close her eyes and tilt her head back, exhaling in overwhelming pleasure. The doll wraps her hands around her and begins to caress her toned thighs and curves from behind.
"Them bringing her in only spells trouble for us. If she decides to dig deep enough. We're finished."
"Highly decorated…hmm.. What's the catch with this one sir..?" She asks the exec.
"She's… restless and chaotic. Been formally reprimanded over 6 times and has countless insubordination write ups… Someone this willing to fuck with the edge… its a surprise she’s still breathing let alone active." The exec says before a brief pause and continuing. "It may take some time.. but this is our point of attack."
Molly is shoved forcefully onto a couch slightly knocking the wind out of her as the doll hops on to her lap straddling her. Molly blasts a line of synth coke while the doll pulls out a pink Black Lace inhaler and takes a deep whiff. She places the Black Lace up to Mollys lips causing Molly to hesitate and resist. The doll forcefully grabs her throat and speaks with a forceful whisper.
"FUCK what you want. I KNOW what you NEED… I can FEEL IT." She says before forcing the inhaler up to Molly's lips, causing her to take a huge whiff of the Lace making her eyes open wide as she lets out a surrendering whimper. The doll continues with a seductive tone.
"Mmmm…. All of your status… all of your power. Completely at my MERCY." She says with a forceful whisper through her teeth as she shoves the palm of her hand between Molly's legs. Molly lets out a loud, primal moan of pleasure with her mouth and eyes wide open blending in perfectly with the sounds of other activities happening in the room.
The doll moans in satisfied pleasure. "Mmm…. Delicious." She says to herself before shoving her tongue into Molly's mouth overwhelming her.
"She will be dealt with." The executive says. Cutting to black.
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