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The hot sun beat down on your shoulders through the arid New Mexico air. You raised a hand to your face, hoping to shield some of the rays from your eyes. Slowing down your pace, you reached into your bag to grab a water canteen, and drained the last of its contents. ‘How could people even live here?’ you wondered, wiping sweat off your brow for the hundredth time. Tossing the empty canteen back in your bag, you started to dream of home again. It was only so long until this stupid internship was over and you could go back to society and air conditioning.

No, it was best not to think like that. You were lucky to get this position and to be paid so handsomely for just being an intern. Mann Co. was hurting for suppliers, and you showed up just in time for the job. You and a few others would be manually managing the supply chains for Team Echelon and Team Fortress until Ms. Pauling was able to get the automatic system running again.

Distant cries of battle rang off in the distance. You were told about the mercenaries fighting in these areas and knew that they were informed not to hurt you. Apparently one of them was rumored to be helping the Administrator run the technology behind the scenes. You heard a loud ‘yeehaw’ and wondered how well that Texan was actually doing the job.

Finding a small alcove with a hastily torn open ammunition crate and medkit thrown nearby, you reached in your bag to grab new replacement supplies.

“Goddamn it,” you mutter, searching through the various packs you were carrying. “I need a medium health kit for this station but I can only find small ones!”

Distracted in your efforts to find the right materials, you accidentally bump into something. You quickly step back, sending a few medkits flying, and reach toward your left pocket for a small dagger you brought along with you for safety. But there was nothing there..

“Hello?” you ask, nervously. “I’m with the Administrator. I’m here to deliver supplies. Not hostile.”
A faint whoosh sounded beside you. From thin air a tall, thin man appeared. He was oddly well dressed for a battlefield, wearing a red, pressed, striped suit and a dark tie. He had a balaclava pressed right onto his face, hiding most of his facial features. A pack of cigarettes was held in his gloved hands.

“Pardon me,” he said, without making eye contact. He took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke away towards the dusty battlefield. “I was wondering why the supplies were taking so long to respawn,” he said, fiddling with a silver watch on his wrist. He spoke with a very distinct french accent, and seemed very.. Bored?

“I did not mean to disturb you,” he said, exhaling another puff of cigarette smoke. “Carry on.” He turned to allow you access to the ammo stations, when he stopped suddenly. You heard him take in a quick gasp of air as his whole body visibly tensed.

“No worries,” you said, gathering the dispersed medkits. When you turned to glance back at the Frenchman, you noticed his eyes wandering places..

You quickly stood up and cleared your throat. You were unfortunately used to men ogling you, especially in this environment. But the man seemed to have composed himself now, fiddling again with his cigarettes.

“I should get going though,” You said, picking up your various bags of equipment. “Good luck.. Or whatever.” you said, squeezing through the tight space and back into the bright sunlight.

“Mademoiselle,” the man said, following your stride. “You dropped this,” he offered you your canteen.

“Huh? Oh, thanks,” you said, giving the thing a swirl. Odd, you could’ve sworn it was empty before. Oh well, maybe the heat was getting to you. You took a swig.

“I don’t think we really got a proper introduction,” the man said, grabbing your free hand.

“I don’t really have time for that right now,” you insisted, trying to tug away from his grip. But his hands just kept slowly creeping up your arm. “I really need to..”

Your words started to trail off. “I.. n-need to..” you felt your head growing heavy and your blood getting hotter. You knees buckled and gave out, causing your supplies to disperse all over the ground again.

The masked man smiled, catching your head before it landed on the dusty ground.

“I am the Spy,” he grinned. “We’re going to get to know each other very well ma cherie..”

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Voidless, empty and numb. You sat floating in a darkened abyss of thought. The color green was in there somewhere, hills maybe, but you couldn’t quite make it out. You couldn’t quite remember where you were or what you had been doing just moments before, but it was peaceful here, and you wanted to stay for a while.
That was when you floated back to the surface. Your head felt extremely heavy and your eyelids were impossible to keep open. You tried to stretch, feeling like you must’ve accidentally woken up early on a dark morning, when you were met with the dire reality that your hands were bound with an uncomfortably scratchy rope. You tried to turn and free them only to find a cold pole blocking your movement. You also realized that you were completely topless, your pale purple tank top likely the cloth tied around your mouth and barring any speech. Your bra had been discarded elsewhere, clearly not anywhere in your current vicinity, though you couldn’t tell with your eyes still adjusting to the limited light.

You desperately tried to fiddle with the rope behind your back, but it was to no avail. You cursed yourself for not paying attention in that one survival class that taught you different kinds of knots. You tried pushing out the cloth with your tongue, but it was also pointless, as it was tied tightly around your whole head, to the point where it was putting pressure on your ears.

In the midst of the darkness you saw a quick flash of light from a lighter, then smelled a scent of strong tobacco. A scent that brought all your memories back to light.
“Good morning,” Spy said. You heard slow clicks from his rich leather shoes as he approached you carefully. He switched on an overhead light that allowed you to see his masked face. You glared your hardest at him, trying to stifle any incoming tears. He met your gaze with a smug smirk. The slimy bastard.

He took your chin in a firm grip, and slowly began inspecting different angles of your face. “Beautiful eyes darling,” he whispered, his voice filled with lust. “I can’t wait to see what kind of expressions I’ll get out of them later” He leaned in close to your ear, his hot breath moving like waves across your cold, bare skin. Your stomach dropped as your mind began to race with all the different sorts of things this man could do to you.

“I don’t believe I ever got your name darling,” Spy said, releasing your chin to begin slowly stroking your hair. Then he grabbed the cloth from the back of your head, and tore it off with one quick motion. You watched, gasping your breath as he tossed it aside. You were right, it was your purple tank top.

“Look at me, ma cherie,” Spy said, cupping your face in his hands again.

“You motherfuc—” you started to yell before the spy placed a gloved finger over your lips.

“Think before you act love,” he said, his ghoulish smirk returning to his lips. “It will make this whole thing easier for both of us.”

He began to trail his finger down your neck and your chest, before bringing his hand to his inner pocket, and pulling out a gleaming butterfly knife.

“I’m not afraid to use this,” he remarked, stepping back from you to proudly admire his weapon. “Though I would hate to cut up such a beautiful creature as yourself.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. You didn’t even realize until you started gulping down air. Spy smiled again.

“Your name,” he said, crouching to meet your eye level, butterfly knife still in one hand.

“Y/n,” you blurted quickly trying best to match his gaze and stop yourself from glancing at the knife.

“Such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Spy said as he returned to whispering in your ear again.

Your eyes locked straight ahead of you as Spy began kissing your neck. As much as you tried not to, you shuddered under his touch. And as much as you would not like to admit it, there was a growing warmth in your crotch.

Spy’s kisses moved down your body until he found his way to your breasts. He pulled back and started fondling the left one. His finger swirled around your hardened nipple.

“Cold in here darling?” he asked playfully. His focus was on your face, and you found it harder and harder to keep your eyes focused on that one spot. As much as you hated what he was doing, your body wanted it so badly. You hadn’t had someone treat you like this for years, and you were starting to grow desperate.

When he brought his tongue down and began leaving more kisses on your breasts you could contain yourself. You moaned as he bit your nipple lightly. You felt him smile. He moves to your right boob.

“Your body is so perfect y/n,” he whispered in between hot breaths. “And you’re being such a good girl for me” he said, bringing the tip of his knife up behind your ear. You froze, and your breath caught in your throat. Spy laughed.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured. “As long as you continue being so obedient I won’t need to use this.” He instead used the knife to cut the rope binding your hands and then returned it to his suit. He opted to grab a fistful of hair instead, and made you kneel in front of him. He stood up, towering above you, and pulled your head back to match his gaze.

“Thats not going to a problem though, is it ma cherie?” he said with his smug grin.

Tears pouring out of your eyes, you shook your head. He chuckled, his dark eyes thinning.
“Good,”