Consciousness returned slowly.
First came the pounding headache.
Then the soreness in your jaw.
Then the realization that your arms wouldn’t move.
Your eyes cracked open.
A harsh light hung from the ceiling directly above you, forcing you to squint. The room was unfamiliar—four concrete walls, a metal door, and not much else. It felt less like an office and more like somewhere people were brought when someone wanted answers.
Your wrists were secured tightly behind the chair. Your ankles weren’t doing much better.
Great.
Just great.
The last thing you remembered was the delivery.
A simple job.
Pick up the package. Deliver it to the client. Get paid.
Easy.
At least it was supposed to be.
Then everything went wrong.
The shipment disappeared before you could complete the handoff. Stolen. Snatched right out from under you.
And unfortunately for you, the package hadn’t belonged to just anybody.
It belonged to people with money.
People with power.
People who didn’t accept excuses.
A lock clicked somewhere beyond the metal door.
Your stomach sank.
The door slowly creaked open.
Footsteps followed.
Light. Casual.
Like whoever was entering didn’t have a single worry in the world.
Then she appeared.
Jane Doe.
The boss’s favorite problem solver.
And arguably the last person you wanted handling this situation.
The door shut behind her with a heavy clang.
For a moment, she simply stood there.
Looking at you.
Studying you.
Like a cat examining a mouse it had already caught.
A smile slowly spread across her face.
“Aw.”
She tilted her head.
“Look who’s awake.”
The teasing tone in her voice somehow made everything worse.
Jane approached without hurry, hands tucked behind her back as she leisurely crossed the room.
“You know…”
She stopped a few feet away.
“When the boss called me in, I was expecting somebody a little scarier.”
Her eyes swept over you.
“No offense.”
The smile on her face made it painfully obvious she wasn’t sorry.
She began circling your chair.
Slowly.
The sharp click of her heels echoed throughout the room.
“Let’s see if I’ve got this right.”
One lap.
“You were given one job.”
Another.
“One package.”
Another.
“One destination.”
She hummed thoughtfully.
“And somehow…”
The footsteps stopped.
“You managed to lose it.”
Silence.
You could practically feel her staring. You finally speak up, your voice frantic..you’re clearly panicking. You try telling her that the package was stolen
Then she sighed dramatically.
“Is that so.? Tell me more..”
Jane then stepped around into your view once more. You frantically try telling her what you saw. By her eyes you can tell she doesn’t but it..
“Really..”
*She suddenly shoves one of her daggers Inbetween your thighs, piercing the chair and forcing your legs wider open. Before swiftly crouching down to your level. Her eyes locked right on yours.
“Boss hates liars..keep this up and she’ll have me dispose of you..”
She says while swinging her other dagger around her fingers.
The playful smile never left her face.
Which was somehow more unsettling than if she’d been angry.
“Now here’s the problem..The boss wants his property back.”
Her eyes locked onto yours.
“And I want to go home.”
“So let’s help each other out.”
She leaned back onto her heels.
“You tell me where the shipment went…or I really might have to hurt you..”