"Are you done with the Cavity Search? Now give me back my clothes!" Rakul groaned, annoyed being naked for over an hour.
"Yeah... It seems you don't have... anything at all... Flat!" Master tried to rile her up as he ogled at her with his new eyes, gifted by the 'Ashes' powering up his body.
"I'm so exhausted now that I'm not even humiliated by this... Just get done with your tricks... These are cringey and boring as fuck. You see... I have nude modelling once... in front of a sixty technicians on the set. This is not even close."
Master exhaled in frustration. He just couldn't find a way to break her. She was strong and annoyingly woke, which irritated him more, as he despises strong women and feminist views.
"A woman is supposed to feel embarrassed... when she is under the mercy of a man and that too... in her most vulnerable state"
"Well, I don't believe and I don't give a Fuck!... about my clothes!"
"Argh!" Master turned and exited the Prison hall.
"Doofus! What kind of era does he belong to?" Rakul muttered. With some tiny energy in her body which came from the few pieces of bread she ate, she attempted to break free of her shackles again.
Her basic plan was to break and dislocate her wrist, which would loosen the cuffs. But she was too weak at the moment that she cannot strain her body to do so.
"Miss Rakul! Defense Officer of Seventh Gate!" a voice in her head struck like a lightning. It was like someone screaming internally right in her eardrum.
"Ouch! My ears! Oh, my eyes hurt too... What's this?"
"Miss Rakul, its Mehreen, chief scientist of ASIDP (Analyzation and Studying of Inter-Dimensional Portal) and also wife of your mentor! Conversing like this might sting your brain a little! But don't scream, yell or talk... just don't open your damn mouth! If you wanna say anything... Just think!" Mehreen yelled for each line from the other end.
"Okay. How will I talk... Is it audible mam? How are you talking to me? How is thing works Idiot!"
"Well... I spend nearly eight years studying this to earn my Phd and you want me to explain so you could understand in a few seconds!... Cool! listen!"
Rakul looked around to see whether her captor was around and continued to listen.
"Well, there is a specific dimension our division has found through some experiments!... let's call it as X dimension! This dimension can mirror the Brain Waves! Is it clear? Brain Waves! especially Gamma waves! I hope you know that there are three types of brain waves!"
"It's hard to follow, but... I'll listen. Oh, I'm hungry... Oh, my ass is so sweaty... Hope, nobody knows I'm..."
"It's hard to do, but please, filter your thoughts. Our receiver picks up all kinds of thoughts. The predicament you are in... We read that information too"
"Oh, fuck... We? How many are there? Am I visible? Do you guys hear me saying idiot too?" Rakul freaked out.
"Doesn't matter! The thing is, we can generate an energy signal similar to a gamma wave with a specific signature for the receiver and shoot it into the dimension which dispersed into all kinds of dimensions and people but... It can only be received and decoded by the Intended Receiver!"
"At this point... I don't even care. Just say the message."
"You should have said that earlier Bitch! I am screaming at the mic here! Uff... Okay, the message is JOIN THEM! He abducted you, because you are the KEY for their ritual.
"So, go with the flow! Play their game and join them! You have been given the task of serving as an undercover agent for the Seventh Gate! We are gonna establish a telepathic link now! To receive daily updates from you via this link which passes through this... what's the name?... yeah, the X-dimension. Can we count on you?"
"I don't... I cannot comprehend all this stuff. Can I do it?" Confusion troubled Rakul. Craving attention all her life, she has now landed a perfect opportunity to quench her thirst. But the doubts and past setbacks clouded her decision.
Understanding her hesitation, Mehreen had the best tool to clear her mind.
"The Devil believes you. Miss Rakul. It was a decision, no... It's a Risk! taken by the Devil AKA God of the Seventh Gate himself!"
The information boosted her confidence like a forest caught by fire and she broke all the mental barriers and nods.
"Excuse me... we have received nothing other than 'Hmm'. We basically cannot hear you. Your thoughts are translated into text messages and the receiver doesn't pick up body language as messages"
"Oh. Sorry. I agree, mam... and your voice is low"
"I can't scream anymore... It hurts. Alright. Now we are going to establish the connection! The telepathic link! We can hear you now. But we can't do this repeatedly. Your brain might decay... may be explode due to it. So communicate with us during the mission via text. Conjure up everything happening in a day like a prose or something... How about a novel?... or a chapter in a novel? Send it, like that. Just think of the sensation, the tingling pain you are currently feeling. It will work."
"Okay. Establish the link." Rakul prepared herself.
"That's the problem. It might pain like hell. You will definitely scream. It's impossible to hold the scream. Think of other extreme emotion or sensation to equal it, so the pain may lessen. But you will definitely scream! Do something to cover it up," Mehreen informed her.
Rakul was perplexed by the additional information. She has to come up with a perfect camouflage to hide the pain and also have to think of an alternative extreme emotion to ease it. She racked her mind and searched deep for a solution, but nothing came up.
"Come on. Think. Think, Rakul."
"Yes. Come on. You can do it, Rakul?" Mehreen joined her.
"Mam, please. I can't even distinguish the thoughts of mine and yours."
"Oh, that means we are crossing the time limit. We don't have all day. Come on!" Mehreen urged her. Rakul heard footsteps approaching.
"Oh, shit! No! No! No! Fuck it! I'll do it. It has to do with emotion, right?"
"What? we cannot see some parts of th thought. What's the plan?"
"Promise me. Don't say this to anyone. I purposely didn't think of that loud" Rakul pleaded her confusing Mehreen more.
"What—"
"Now, do it. Establish the link" Rakul urged her.
Mehreen and her assistants, James and Frigga, rushed to the controls. The dimension was opened like a small tear in the reality in a large cuboid shaped room consisting of just a spherical ball with multiple cables plugged into it, in the centre of the cuboid. And Mehreen and her assistants are watching from outside with a big glass wall separating them.
Mehreen pulled the lever, wondering what kind of emotion she was going to think of. A 'Message gun' was aimed at the tear, which emits small sparkling particles which vanishes in thin air within a few seconds.
"Okay, Go 1 2 3. Shoot!" Merged fired the gun, that sends a lightning into the tear and closed it immediately.
"I hope it doesn't explode in her mind," she prayed.
Rakul, on the other end, took deep breaths. The temporary link was closed, and she didn't knew when the other link was going to strike. She prepared herself for the worst as the footsteps got closer. Master entered with a plate of food in his hand.
The link struck her. She felt like her mind was exploding. But she was thinking of that alternate emotion all this time. She quickly multiplied the emotion.
"Aahhhhhhh! Shit!" she screamed; moaned aloud. Master was confused by what's happening in front of his eyes.
Rakul was undergoing an emotion called; Orgasm.
It was actually a porno all along. Just a good old porno, she watched probably years ago. That was the alternate emotion, she was thinking.
The extreme emotion and the perfect camouflage; achieved.
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For Maguire in Seventh Gate, things have taken a turn for worse.