The Agent’s Badboy

It was just after lunch hour when she received a call from an anonymous source wanting a meet.

“I have everything you need to take down the Sokolov cartel.”

“Right, this is the first time I’ve heard of this breaking news,” she was not swayed to tips from some ex-girlfriend of the mob boys or some lowlife errand boy who was on the run and trying to get out then decided to contact her for immunity on their life.

“So, you’re going to ignore me when I go above your head and inform your boss that you’re sleeping with the enemy?”

“And you know this how?”

“Kuznetsova.”

She cursed on the inside knowing that the bomb was ticking louder, she has few choices and had thought about what she should do if and when her relationship issue surfaces.

“An hour from now, public library second floor read a red book. I’ll find you.” She hangs up on him and quickly sends his number to Luka, she knows it was probably a burner phone but she was hoping that he was just that stupid.

Luka texted her fifteen later confirming that it was as expected, a burner phone, and the call was too short to get a location.

“Is everything alright? you sound a bit nervous.”

“Everything will be okay, just one of those pricks. I’ll be just fine as always.”

“Okay, take care and call me if you need anything.”

She was nervous, it was the first time a person had contacted her and back-mail her because of her own stupidity. And that person was giving her a name that she knows had it in for her. Karla was weighing should she tell Yegor, or should she just ask Darko.

But her ego was telling her that she should be the agent that she was and handle the matter all on her own.

The lone agent finally walked out of her office twenty minutes into the meeting, she took a taxi and headed to the library. Though she had a bad feeling, she brushes it off and walked up the stairs of the public meeting place.

She was about to reach for the door when two men were to her side, her brain reacted instinctively when she reached out to pull her gun but then she heard one of the men speaks.

“Don’t try anything, look to your right.”

The short bulky guy on her right grabbed her and whispered to see the little girl who was held at gunpoint by a skinny guy wearing sunglasses and a long coat.

“I know you have no fear for your own life,” the man to her left said as he put the nozzle of his gun to her back.

“Let her go. I’ll go with you!” she cursed on the inside for being so stupid and getting herself into trouble.

“Walk.” The short guy grabbed her purse and throw it into the large trash bin on the side of the library entrance. She sighed knowing her phone and whatever tracker Yegor has on her were in the bin.

She was taken to their car, they put blindfolds on her eyes while she was counting the minutes silently in her head.

Karla was sure that it was the Kuznetsova who was taking her. And she was right when she met the man herself after a lot of turns and up and down the hills.

It was about three hours when the common non-mark van stops at the abandoned warehouse. She had no idea where they had taken her, and the old warehouse didn’t let any outside air in. All she could smell was the rotten wood and dampness of an abandoned warehouse.

She could still be in the city and they were playing with her head for all she knows.

“Take off her blindfolds.”

She was seated in a chair, her hand was cuffed to the back and her legs were tied together.

The old man was to her front, he looked pissed at her. She knows he had lost everything and it was all because of her. And from what she knows from Yegor, he was the kind of man who wouldn’t settle for the underboss.

That day she had a realization that she would die a very painful and slow death and it started when the old man didn’t say anything but straight to punch her in the gut, so hard that she fainted on the spot.

“Damn it.” Karla cursed when she felt her body stiffening from the cold air and her stomach was in immense pain.

She could feel the goosebumps all over her body, the night air sipping into her bones. The pain in her stomach was nothing to compare to the cold surroundings.

Her teeth were clattering, she could see the air that she breathed out. Karla was scanning the room and cursed when she saw that she was moved to what looked like a dungeon. Her feet were shackled, and she was quickly seated when she felt a couple of rats were gnawing on her hair.

Her clothes were still intact, though she was left in just her camisole and work pants. Her feet were cold and dirty and she shrieks when she saw a big rat was gripping her toe and was about to bite it.

One of the guards must’ve heard her scream when her cell door was opened. She seriously hopes that he was going to kill her, but she knows that she was in for the worst when he was bringing in a large bucket and throw the cold dirty water all over her.

Karla screamed when the water hits her body. She was shivering to the greatest extent, and she was crying when the man pulled her hair back and told her to be quiet.

“The boss said not to leave any visible mark, well maybe just that lovely mark on your stomach that he made. But don’t worry you will have an open casket for your funeral.” The man laughed wickedly and Karla knows that he meant it.

“Sleep, you will stay here for a while.” He smirked at the wet filthy looking mattress that she sat on.

Karla didn’t know what time it was, but she managed to find a dry area of the mattress. And luckily the chain that shackled her legs was long enough for her to sit comfortably. Though later on that night she was awakened as her body was shivering badly from the very cold air breeze and that was when she knows that they have taken her to the mountainside.

“Kill… me… already!” Her words were barely a whisper, her teeth were clattering when the same man wakes her up by throwing her another large bucket of dirty icy water.

“Drink this, it’ll warm you up.”

She took the small bottle of gin and drink it down in a couple of gulps. He waited for her to finish and took back the bottle with him. Her body was slowly warming up though she knows she was going to be severely dehydrated because of the mini gin and the man looked at her knowingly.

“Slow painful death. Fuck…” she cursed and start to converse with herself.

That day she was left to the eerily silent of the dungeon, she tried to stay strong as her body regain the warmth from the miniature gin that she had earlier. Her stomach growl to the hunger which she has been feeling for the last couple of hours.

“Twenty-one to forty days without food, eight to twenty-one days without food and water…”

The agent tries to keep herself awake by talking to herself.

“…. that is if I haven’t lost my mind by then. I could always eat the rat, raw… yeah, I can do that… I will…” Karla was conversing to herself as she looked at the rats that were going back and forth as if they were searching for food in her cell.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“I could be their food in the next couple of days… well Karla, you’re talking to yourself again and it hasn’t even been two days. At least I think so…”

She was trying to calm herself down, trying to keep her consciousness and body heat. That was when she pulled her knees to her chest and rock herself to keep the rats away. And it wasn’t long until her eyes felt heavy and she rests her back and let it touch the dirty wall.

“Yegor…” she mumbled his name as she drifted off to sleep.