In the dim light, I tried to wake the man up. I didn't think the man would do this to me when he was in his rational mind. He was hot and sweaty. It made me wonder if Lance had drugged him during dinner. I felt him peeling the blankets and my clothes off me. Everywhere he touched made me feel hot.
"Let me have all of you," Mr Borges murmured. "I don't know why but I fell in love with you when I first saw you. The way your hair had curled against your skin in the rain. The way you stubbornly tried to tell me you were fine. Although you had a cold and fever and had just been through so much, you were mesmerising. Your eyes glowed and spoke so much although you only said a few words. You were beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes off you. It was a bonus when your partner agreed to let me keep you. You've been a source of comfort, peace and joy to me these last few months. Let me have you. Let me fill you. Please, Kim. You're mine now. Say that you're mine."
I couldn't talk. He kept disrupting me with kisses every time I tried to answer. After all of Lance's training, I felt my body melting beneath him and responding to his urges.
"Answer me," he pushed.
I heard the chime of the training bell and obeyed with alacrity, giving him access. The bell continued to ring and I responded automatically.
He was in and I responded in a way that sent him into ecstasy. I did my best to please him like Lance had trained me to, but that only encouraged him. His ejaculation was stronger than even Chad's but he was so gentle and considerate that I couldn't help but let him do whatever he wanted to me. We made love to the background chiming of the training bell.
I woke to a low shout of horror. Mr Borges stared with dismay into my face while I peered up at him through bleary eyes. There were hurried footsteps in the corridor.
He swore.
"Kim, I'm so sorry. I thought it was just a wet dream."
"It's ok. You did ask for my permission first," I mumbled and immediately felt him grow erect against me when I said that.
"Even so," Mr Borges said, rubbing his face with his hands.
The training bell chimed. I wanted to resist but failed.
"Since you're ready again, just finish the job," I reached down and put him in me, making him shudder. "You've already done it three times. What's another? Just let me sleep for a while after, hmm?"
"Kim. No, don't do this to me," Mr Borges pleaded, torn by his lust and better judgement. The bell chimed an order. I moved for him and he began moving with me unconsciously. And then he gave in, hugging me tight and kissing me. "Thank you, Kim. Thank you. I'm so sorry."
It was an especially long session where we both consciously gave and took. The chiming bells made it more exciting.
He seemed to want to make it special and as painless as possible for me. We came together but he didn't soften at all. It was only when someone knocked on the door and the bell stopped its rhythmic chiming that we both seemed to wake up out of the reverie we had fallen into.
"Yes?" he called.
"I thought you should be informed," said Colborn's voice from outside the door. "The authorities have advised there is a curfew in place and encouraged everyone to stay home today while they deal with the aftermath of the explosion. They can't say whether there may be another explosion or not. A man called Shigure also called and requested you keep Miss Kimmi Ginnan safe and not let her out for the time being."
The training bell began to chime again.
"Understood," Mr Borges replied, moving more slowly in me while he listened. "Thank you, Colborn. What's the time?"
"Lunch time passed an hour ago, Mr Borges," Colborn reported.
"Have Lance come in to help Miss Ginnan clean up later," Mr Borges said. "I'll ring for you when we're done here."
"Yes, sir."
Mr Borges smiled down at me and pumped with renewed vigour while I tried and failed to keep up with him. I was running out of energy.
I was half asleep when I was carried to the bathroom and tended to by both Lance and Mr Borges. They carried me to the bed with fresh sheets after cleaning me up.
"Well done," Lance whispered in my ear.
"Congratulations, sir," said Colborn, coming in with some ointment. He watched with the happy expression of a concerned uncle as Mr Borges applied the ointment to my lower body.
"Thank you," Mr Borges smiled. "Go and get some soup or something for her to eat before she completely falls asleep."
I went through the motions, allowing people to think that I had been conditioned well. The explosion of The Edge had somewhat woken me out of the conditioning spell. At least I could think rebellious thoughts again now when the training bells had stopped chiming. Mr Borges didn't seem to realise that he too danced like a puppet in the hands of the two butlers. I didn't understand. What was their purpose? Why were they doing this? Was it really from a skewed sense of loyalty? Did I want to know?
I had to get out of here. Shigure was wrong. He was wrong. He shouldn't have left me with the stranger with the umbrella, as nice as he had seemed. There was no doubt that Mr Borges was a nice man. The problem was that his butlers had an unknown ulterior motive. Who were they really and what did they want? So far, it sounded very much like they idol worshipped Mr Borges.
The explosion had reminded me. It was as if the part of me that had been shut down and shuffled to the side, was trying to wake up again. Now that I saw the problem, I couldn't ignore it. I had to break free. I didn't belong here. I had to go help the other City Agents. It must be very busy out there.
I could walk now. I wasn't that weak anymore. Even if I wasn't in my best form and I knew there was still something wrong with me, I had to get out there to help.
That had been The Edge. Headquarters had been bombed. I had to return to my branch office to find out what the orders were.
I couldn't continue to sit here and dwell on how weak and useless I was and had become. I had to get out there to act. Do something.
The conditioning was like shackles that bound and confined me. Forcing myself to do what I knew would get me in trouble with Lance or Colborn made me break out into a cold sweat. It made my mouth go dry, my head throb and my stomach twist into hard knots. But I couldn't stay.
Making use of my training, during the night, I avoided the patrolling bodyguards and left the house. I climbed the wall when I saw it required a keypad to exit. I was shocked by electric wires and broken glass at the top and used that pain to help spur me onwards. Wake me up more.
On the empty city streets, I bent over panting. I looked at my bare feet and thin nightgown. Couldn't I have at least had the presence of mind to get dressed before I left? There was no helping it now. It was a good thing my feet were still relatively tough and calloused from my habit of walking about barefoot.
Colborn had said the city was under curfew. That meant the military were probably patrolling the streets for suspicious people at this hour. The tall clock tower had gone dark. I couldn't even tell what time it was. Whatever. I had to move carefully.
It took me some circling of the area to figure out what part of the city I was in. I stuck to the shadows, creeping through the eerily silent city that was normally alive and awash with both noise and colour at this time. It was disorienting to see everything dark save the streetlights.