RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 404: Another One

John Stokes, a one-time U.S. Secretary of State who was allegedly patriotic and loved by all, died on the 12th of June while on a mission in England.

He served from 1996 to 2002, and his death was mourned by everyone.

Exposing a bit of the tension currently present in the world, two days after his death, a new secretary was appointed, Pavel Navel.

Born in Newark, New Jersey, Pavel gave a heart-warming speech following his appointment to office. He swore to uphold the country’s laws, protect it, and ensure peace both at home and abroad.

Tall with broad shoulders and just in his late thirties, Pavel was quite charismatic. Every person of substance in the U.S. knew what he looked like, especially the killer of his predecessor.

I wasn’t one to be paranoid or superstitious despite my interactions with the supernatural, but the presence of Pavel a few floors above me had me uncomfortable.

My worry didn’t stem from fear for my life, but rather from the system.

The last time, it had out of the blue put John Stokes on my kill list. How the man died, I didn’t even know, but I knew it was by my hand.

My fear of the system popping up with a mission for me to kill Pavel wasn’t far-fetched, and the reason was that I was currently in debt.

For its help in taming Martha, I owed it a mission and who knew if Pavel wasn’t just another replacement for John, another evil puppet.

I spent the minutes following the priest’s exit contemplating how to face the new secretary.

Not that there was anything special about him, but my suspicion of the system had my mind ready to take the man’s life, and the last thing I wanted was to get to him and be leaking intent to kill.

After his predecessor’s death, Pavel’s security detail was bound to be more capable and viciously alert.

Time flew by with me stuck in my thoughts, but before I could clock an hour in my head, I came back to reality and blinked in a bit of confusion.

"Why hasn’t anyone come for me?"

Ninja Momma and I were on a team and were both American citizens. If she was being rescued by the state, so should I, right?

Echo!!

Another alarm blared through the prison, but I didn’t care. What concerned me was the image of the Secretary, with his entourage which included Isolde, boarding a few helicopters that were preparing to take off.

"Did I just get betrayed?" The thought hit me like a truck, leaving my mind buzzing.

"Fuck," I cursed within.

The turn of events was totally unexpected by me; being left behind, abandoned by my state, was the last thing I expected to happen.

"I know too much. How could they just leave me?"

Considering the things I knew, it didn’t make sense that I’d be abandoned, but further deliberation had my mouth curving in an ’O’.

I remembered I had enemies, very powerful enemies, one of them even being the First Lady.

In Michigan, the woman had acted against me, doing her dirty work through Amber. There was also Mia, who was ready to spend 500 billion for my head. There were rules to stop her from ending me before our challenge, but in this world, who knew.

"That wasn’t smart."

In the silence that followed Isolde’s extraction, the female ritualist suddenly spoke.

I turned to her, and though she remained with her head fallen, her hair burying her face, she added some words.

"Third time’s the charm."

My forehead scrunched in confusion, but before I could question the woman, a powerful surge of electricity hit me, rushing through the chains that bound me.

The meaning behind the ritualist’s words instantly hit me, and immediately I called on the fallen knight, but it was too late.

I had my means, one even called an abomination, but what could my three months of accumulation do before the face of years of experience?

The bindings they put on me could not seal my Psion, but the electricity did not just fry my nerves, it fried my mind.

What was being pumped into me was not normal electricity. Negatively charged particles did not disconnect your consciousness from your body.

I watched my body tremble helplessly for several seconds, unable to feel a thing. I spotted a few figures rushing toward me through the dark corridor, then darkness took over.

.........

First came the rush of water on my face; it had my mind booting in no time. Then I heard the voices, and feeling my limbs bound, I opened my eyes.

Where I was was dark, only the area about me was lighted up by the bulb from an adjustable lamp.

I blinked to get better used to the lighting, then focused on the man who was slowly putting on a pair of white surgical gloves.

I opened my mouth to speak but ended up coughing, my throat dry.

"Remember, you got electrocuted. Your body isn’t exactly high on water."

"Can I get some water?"

"Your comfort is the last thing on my list."

I studied the man who not only had on surgical gloves but was also fully dressed for the procedure, my eyes peering into the little of his face that was exposed.

"Yes, it’s me," he said, taking off his face mask, revealing that he was the priest I had met in the cell earlier.

"You really have it out for me, huh," I croaked.

"You lied to me. I hate liars."

"Don’t I get a chance to repent?"

Snapping the band of his gloves, the priest looked at me with his head cocked, his eyes searching.

"Marcus, you’re aware of where you are, right? The events that are about to follow?"

"You mean the torture?"

"Yes. Do you not fear pain, or are you lying to yourself that you don’t?"

"No matter what I tell you, you’ll still torture me, so I figured why not have some good words?"

"True," the priest nodded.

"Still though, given your background, I didn’t expect you to have such heavy balls. Then again, no one thought you’d have such sneaky methods."

"You never know people, huh," I muttered.

"Yeah. By the way, have you looked at your hand, the right one?"

Before I saw it, I felt it. But in the end, I still had my eyes confirm to me what I was feeling, my right forearm was missing.