>>1789445You hurl yourself across the room, grab the pistol, spin around and fire. A sensation very much like pins and needles spreads up your arms and across your body. You have only a split second to realize that, somehow, the pistol must have backfired before everything goes black.
It's painless. Relaxing, even. When you open your eyes you're sitting spread-legged in an office chair. You gasp and instinctively try to close your legs but they're pinned open, your ankles bound with unbreakable forcefield handcuffs to the chair's base. The best you can do is bring your knees together, ever so slightly. You try to move your wrists. Same deal, only with the chair's arms.
You're still soaking wet, still wearing only black bra and crotchless panties. Vittoria Moto is standing across the room from you, grinning. She's getting an extremely good look at you. You bite your lip, and then blush as you realize she probably saw you bite it. This won't work. You have to put on a brave front.
You toss your now-green hair and say boldly "I'll never talk."
"How presumptuous. I haven't asked any questions yet. For all you know I was going to gag you."
"Let me go now," you say confidently, "and maybe I'll go easy on you."
"You haven't even asked how you got caught yet. DNA-encoded stun pistol ring any bells? It's programmed to backfire on anyone who isn't me."
You've never heard of these before, but you just shrug and smirk at her. "Of course I knew that. You're exactly where I want you to be."
"I very much doubt that. Cute tits, by the way. They're bigger than I expected them to be."
You scowl and clap your hands to your chest. The holochains are just long enough to let you press your left hand to your left breast and your right to your right, if you lean forward. Of course, this leaves you exposed down below, your little loveheart shining out in all its glory. Moto doesn't say anything, just looks at you in a way that's far worse than anything she could possibly say.
