After sometime, the Bartender, still shaken from Fujiko's departure, stumbled to his feet. He quickly dressed himself, his mind racing with worry and confusion. As he reached the door, he heard a knock, his heart skipping a beat.
He answered the door, finding Kaede Nishihara standing before him. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a smirk playing on her lips as she greeted him.
"Good morning , bartender Mo Daode," she purred, her voice low and sultry.
His eyes widened, his body tensing. "Who are you, and what do you want?"
She sauntered into the room, her eyes never leaving his. "Oh, I think you know who I am, Daode. We've been anticipating this moment for quite some time."
His mind raced, his thoughts jumbled. "You're Kaede Nishihara? The crime lord?"
She nodded, her smirk growing. "None other. And I'm afraid we have a little... business to attend to."
His eyes met hers, his voice shaky. "Business? What kind of business?"
Her eyes locked on his, her smile turning cold. "The kind where I'll torture you, so that I can present you infront of the Vixen, or should I say, Fujiko Ikari?"
His heart pounded, his mind screaming for a way out. But he knew, deep down, that there was no escape. Kaede Nishihara was a force to be reckoned with, and he was at her mercy.
"So you do know afterall," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Her eyes gleamed with victory. "Well of course, I've known it for a while now."
As Kaede's eyes lingered on him, a twisted smile curled her lips. "Now, I'm going to make you suffer a little bit before we present you to our dear Vixen," she said, her voice dripping with malice.
She circled him like a predator stalking its prey, her eyes never leaving his. "Let's start with an amusing question, tell me, how did you manage to sleep with someone like Fujiko Ikari?"
Her question hung in the air, the silence deafening. Mo Daode swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. "I... I can't tell you that."
Her eyes flashed with anger, her expression darkening. In an instant, she grabbed his arm, twisting it savagely behind his back. Mo Daode cried out in pain, his body writhing from the agony.
"That's unfortunate," she snarled, her grip tightening. "Perhaps some... persuasion is needed."
With that, she pulled a knife from her boot, the blade glinting menacingly in the dim light. In one swift motion, she sliced across his chest, the wound deep and painful. Blood seeped from the gash, staining his shirt.
He screamed, his voice echoing through the room. Tears streamed down his face, his pain intense. "Okay, okay! I'll tell you!" he cried, his voice hoarse from the effort.
She released him, stepping back. "I thought you'd see reason," she said, her tone cold and calculating.
He clutched his wounded chest, his breath ragged. "I... I met her at the bar, she came to me to ask for information regarding the missing female cops, I agreed to give her the info if she let me sleep with her. But overtime, we... we just connected," he explained, his words rushed and disjointed.
Her eyes studied him, her expression unreadable. "Interesting. Well, we'll see how your connection holds up when I present you to Fujiko."
With a wicked grin, Kaede yanked him to his feet, her hands gripping his shirt. "I think it's time for a little demonstration of what happens when you cross me."
Mo Daode's eyes widened, his body trembling with fear. "Please, don't," he begged, his voice hoarse from his earlier screams.
But Kaede paid him no heed. She shoved him onto the bed, her body straddling him. Her fingers dug into his chest, the nails tearing into his flesh, drawing blood.
"No! Please!" he shrieked, his body thrashing under her.
But she didn't stop. Her fingers tightened, her nails gouging deeper into his skin. "This is nothing compared to what I'm about to do to the Vixen," she snarled, her voice low and menacing.
His cries echoed through the room, his pain excruciating. Yet, despite the agony, he couldn't look away. The twisted spectacle before him was a glimpse into the darkness that lay beneath the surface of Kaede Nishihara's beauty.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she relented. She rose from the bed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and malice.
"Now, get up," she commanded, her voice cold and unyielding.
Shakily, Mo Daode rose from the bed, his body bruised and battered. His eyes met hers, filled with fear and defeat. "Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone about any of this."
She smiled, her eyes hard. "Too late for that, Daode."
As Kaede walked away from the room, her butler emerged from the shadows, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Shall I take care of this problem, Madam Nishihara?" he asked, his voice smooth and cultured.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving Mo Daode. "Indeed, take him away. Make an example out of him."
The butler stepped forward, grabbing Mo Daode by the arm. Mo Daode struggled, his body weak from the torture. "Please, don't," he pleaded, his voice hoarse from his ordeal.
But the butler paid him no mind. He dragged Mo Daode out of the apartment, his body leaving a trail of blood and broken dreams in its wake.
Kaede watched them go, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Fujiko, our game is far from over."
With that, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind a trail of destruction and deceit. The Vixen's fate was sealed, and the battle for power and control had only just begun.
Fujiko found herself face to face with Zhang Xingwei, the gun in his hand pointing directly at her. Her eyes met his, her body tense, but she didn't resist. "Take me to Kaede Nishihara," she said, her voice steady despite the situation.
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and sadism. "Well, well, well. Looks like we have a willing captive."
Without warning, he lunged at her, his hands grabbing her roughly. His fingers dug into her flesh, his touch painful. "You're quite a catch, Vixen."
As he dragged her through the city, her body screamed in silent protest, her pride wounded as much as her body. She knew she had to play along, to bide her time until she could make her move.
Their journey ended in a hidden compound, the location of Kaede Nishihara's headquarters. As they entered, Fujiko took in the surroundings, her eyes noting the traps and guards strategically placed throughout.
Zhang Xingwei pushed her into a cell, the bars solid and impenetrable. "Welcome home, Vixen," he sneered, his voice low and menacing.
She stood, her spirit unbroken. She looked at him, her eyes hard. "I'm not here to stay, Xingwei."
Zhang Xingwei's eyes raked over Fujiko's body, his gaze lascivious. Without hesitation, he ripped off her clothes, leaving her standing naked and vulnerable before him.
His hands moved with deliberate cruelty, chaining her arms and legs to the wall. Each chain dug into her skin, the metal biting into her flesh. She winced, her body trembling from the pain.
His fingers found their way to her breasts, roughly squeezing the soft mounds. "Such beautiful tits," he muttered, his voice low and lustful.
His touch moved lower, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, his thumbs brushing against her inner thighs. "And this... such a pretty pussy," he leered, his voice dripping with desire.
But he wasn't done yet. His fingers caressed her body, his touch rough and calloused. He pinched her nipples, twisting them painfully, her body arching from the sensation.
She bit her lip, her body trembling from the agony. Yet, she refused to show weakness. Her eyes locked onto his, her resolve unwavering.
He leaned in, his face inches from hers. "Enjoy your... accommodations, Vixen," he snarled, his breath hot against her skin.
With that, he left her there, alone and in pain. The cell door slammed shut, the echo bouncing off the walls. Fujiko was trapped, her fate uncertain.
Her body ached from the abuse, her pride wounded as much as her flesh. But she refused to give in to despair. There was still hope, a chance to turn the tables and reclaim her freedom.
As she lay there, chained and broken, her mind raced. A plan formed, a last-ditch effort to save herself and everyone she cared about.
It wouldn't be easy, but then again, nothing ever was. The road ahead was treacherous, filled with danger and deceit. But she was the Vixen, and she had survived worse.
One way or another, this would end. And she would make sure it was on her terms.