I have a new name to add to the many I listed in The Many Names Of Cat Madigan.
I was in class when it started. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a large black mass that could only mean that something was going to happen. I left class immediately, murmuring an excuse. I walked past, he started following me. I ignored him until we entered the bathrooms, empty because of class. “You have a lotta nerve,” I told him, in the most threatening voice I could muster.
“That’s no way to talk to me, Lady Madigan,” he replied. “Perhaps I should leave Daniel to die?”
“Now you’ve got my interest,” I said. “You see? If you had given me hint of that, we wouldn’t be here.”
“It matters not, right now.” He and I start walking away as a bunch of students start walking over to where we are.
“So where will I be going this time?”
“Somewhere new,” he said. “Daniel brought you in with him, but no one knows who you are, or where you are.”
“How did he do that?”
“You’ll find out. When you get there, I’m going to need you to find out information about our little intruders,” he told me. “Someone had sheltered them here, and I want to know who.”
I said nothing at that. “Any questions, Lady Madigan?” I shook my head. He nodded. “Start asking the women, they’ll tell you anything,” he informed me. “And go from there. If you get caught, they won’t kill you, but it won’t be pretty either.”
“Why is Daniel going to die?” I demanded.
“Oh, of course. Daniel is there as well, but unfortunately, he was asking too many questions and they’ve locked him up somewhere. That’s another thing you have to do, though honestly that’s more of an optional extra.” His voice was barely containing that smug undertone. “Will you go now?”
“After you,” I said to him. I didn’t trust him to be left alone with Kaya, especially when she’s in a bad mood. She had found out about the corset.
He vanished. I went to the disabled stall, the largest one in the bathroom and sat down.
When I woke up, things were remarkably familiar. It was dark and stuffy, and only a slight bit of air coming through. I was in a bag again. Great.
This one was easier to escape. All I had to do was untie a single strap and I could step out.
I felt around, looking for some indication of where I was. I touched soft fur and ran my fingers across lace, until I found one part of the wall which I could push away.
I stepped out, and looked at one of many closets I had just stepped out of. The euphemism didn’t escape me, but before I could chuckle, I realised I could hear other people.
I turned around. A large curtain separated me from them. If I had been more innocent than I was, I would’ve pulled back the curtain. But I soon recognised the sounds, and I recoiled.
I was in a brothel.
People were having sex within earshot of me.
I looked down. My school uniform was probably the least appropriate attire for this place, but I didn’t have anything else.
Then I remembered the closet. I went back, looking at the contents. There was only one outfit in there, and it reminded me of a straitjacket. Great. Well, that had to do.
“You shouldn’t be here,” a female voice said behind me. Directly behind me.
I froze, and she chuckled. “I know what you are,” she murmured, her lips tracing the back of my neck. “And I know they’re hunting you and your little friends. Oh no, they’re not here,” she told me. “One of our Meeks let them go. Stupid girl. On the plus side, now that you’re here…” She gripped my shoulder. “Maybe I can get back into m’lord’s good books if I hand you over.”
“I’m not like them,” I told her. “I think I know who ‘m’lord’ is, and I think you’ll find that he knows me, and will not be pleased that you gave me away.”
Her seductive laugh was right next to my ear, her hot breath tickling my neck. “Oh, you are cute,” she whispered. “Those three were pathetic, but I could definitely have some fun with you…”
I turned around. “I think you don’t know who I am,” I said to her, raising my hand. The one that says F R E A K, the letters glowing with heat.
She flinched at the sight, and turned to run. She wasn’t fast enough though, and the second she turned around, I caught her around the neck, my burning letters searing her neck. She gasped. “Not a sound,” I warned. “You can handle the pain. I don’t want any trouble, and I’ve killed too many people already, and I really don’t want to get into the double digits. I just want to find my friend. Compri?”
She hissed. “Fine.”
I release her neck, but I have a death grip on her arm. “Where can I find the woman who helped the intruders?” I demanded.
She glared at me. “Try the cells. That’s where the Meeks usually go.”
“What exactly is a Meek?”
“Meek, submissive,” she told me.
“Oh…” I understood then. “And you would be…”
“I’m a Fury,” she said. “Dominant.”
“Thanks. One more thing.” I hadn’t entirely forgotten my school uniform. I needed something else.
And there wasn’t anything in that closet…
“Take off your clothes,” I told her.
“That costs extra,” she replied, not missing a beat.
I raised my hand again. “Fine,” she sighs. She takes off her own uniform, a red sheer lace corset and her tight black pants. Once she was stripped, I pulled on the pants and slipped off my school dress. When I struggled with the corset, she sighed, and hooked it for me. “Amateur,” she said, tightening the laces.
“Thank you. You’re quite cooperative,” I noted.
“I changed my mind,” she told me. “I’m happy to help now.”
“I thought you were a Fury, not a Meek.”
“You learn quickly.” She laughed again. “I like you Miss Madigan. Yes, I do know who you are now,” she informed me. “People tell you a lot of things here, and your name has slipped out a couple of times.”
I grimaced. “You would do well here,” she continued. “You’d be a wonderful Fury, if you weren’t so shy.”
“Who said I’m shy?”
Immediately her hand slid down between my legs. “Whoa!” I half-shrieked. I span around. “No! Not cool!”
She just smirked. “You were saying?”
I sighed, and I picked up a piece of red fabric in the closet. I started tying it around my face, leaving only my eyes uncovered. It fell down past my shoulders, so I wrapped the extra fabric around my neck. “Do I look the part?” I asked.
She nodded. She was still standing there, naked. I frowned. “Are those real?” She grinned in response. “…never mind.” I turned to the curtain. “Thankyou…whatever your name is.”
“You forgot something.” When I turned around, she handed me a long thin object. “Anyone asks, just whip them into shape.”
“Thanks.” Whip in one hand, and whatever courage I could muster in the other, I stepped through the curtain.