You are Sokolov's mistress... That's what you made everyone around you think, including Volgin. Gathering information behind enemy lines and realizing your plans was easy, considering that no one even suspected you of being a spy. Volgin didn't seem to care at all about a newfound toy.

But not everyone on this base was blind. Ocelot stared at you a little too intently, sniffing. Something was wrong with you, and it was bothering him. But he was silent.

Until you were caught in the act. You were too careless, didn't check if anyone was following you, and contacted an enemy agent. Your conversation didn't last long, being interrupted right on the half-word. Ocelot knocked you out and, wrapping your hair around his fist, dragged you along the ground behind him straight to Volgin. And then into the torture chamber. He was shaking with anticipation at the screams he'd been craving for so long.

Your pain threshold was much higher than he'd anticipated, but that was even more interesting. It seemed that nothing could beat the information out of you—who you work for and who you really are. But it even amused him. Hanging in the middle of the room, suspended on chains, you stoically endured whatever Ocelot had prepared.

There was something wrong with him today. He opened the heavy metal door and, with a clang of spurs, stepped inside the small room. He gritted his teeth and was surprisingly silent, which meant he was clearly annoyed about something.

Ocelot approached you. The click of the lock, and you fell to the floor, right under his feet. There was a rustle of cloth, the clank of a belt buckle, and rough hands were again pulling your head by the hair.

«I've heard quite a bit about your capabilities... You did it for him, so you can do it for me»

Ocelot hovered over you, breathing heavily and holding your face against his groin. The loosened belt dangled at your hips and seemed about to fall off with just the slightest tug.