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Eternal Bonds Chapter 3
"Hit her again."
Chloe grunted in pain as the whip bit into her back once more. Her captors had been whipping her for a while now, and she wondered how much more she could take. How could you do this to me, Jack? Despite her determination not to yell, another cry of pain escaped as she was struck again. I risked everything for you. My job, my freedom, my life, all of it risked time and time again, and this is how you repay me? Why?
"STOP." A voice cried out as the torturer who had been hitting her prepared to strike again. Chloe heard the door to the cell open and footsteps behind her. "Leave us." It was Jack's voice, all right. She heard the torturers leave.
"Hello, Chloe." Chloe looked up at the figure standing in front of her. He had Jack's voice, yet he looked nothing like Jack. Jet black hair, tall, slender figure, and those eyes. Jack's were warm and deep blue. These were cold and gray.
"Jack?" Chloe asked.
The figure laughed. "Not quite." He removed a small object from his neck. "Voice synthesizer. With this, I can impersonate anyone I want. Ingenious, isn't it? How else could I get to you, Chloe?"
A strange feeling of relief washed over Chloe. Jack had nothing to do with this after all. I should have known he'd never do this to me.
"But enough about that." The man said, breaking Chloe out of her thoughts. "Let's talk about you. Or rather, what you can do for me." He held up a hard drive. "Do you recognize this?"
Chloe said nothing. She wasn't going to tell this monster anything. He viciously backhanded her across the face. "You will answer me when I speak to you, Chloe! I asked you a question!"
Stunned by the blow, Chloe was barely able to cough out a "Yes."
"Of course you do. After all, you built this hard drive. And you're the only one who can get into it. And get to the information you stored on there. So?"
"......You want me to retrieve the information on that hard drive for you."
He smirked. "You catch on quickly, Chloe. So tell me, how long will it take for you to get the files and download them to my network?"
"I'm not doing it." Chloe said forcefully.
He was taken aback by her response. "What?"
"You heard what I said. I'm not letting you get that information. I don't care what you do to me."
Dammit. She's a lot tougher than I thought. Perhaps I need a different tactic. "What if I were to pay you to do it?"
"Pay me?" What is he up to?
"Yes. You get those files for me, I'll give you enough money for you and your family to live like royalty for the rest of your lives. You won't ever want for anything."
Chloe was mad now. "What do you take me for? If you think I'd sell my country out for a few million dollars, you're sadly mistaken." She punctuated her reply by spitting at him.
How dare she? I could have her life ended in an instant, and she knows it, yet she chooses to defy me. "Is all the pain you've gone through worth it, Chloe?" She stared at him. "I've read your file. You've been arrested 3 times in 2 years, your friends have died because of your mistakes, and your child has been taken from you. You left the government to get away from that. You could leave here with only a minor stain on your conscience and go live your life. Just give me the files."
I know what I have to do. I will not let him beat me. "No."
His face contorted into a mask of rage at her response. He grabbed her hair and pulled her close to him. "What you've been through is nothing compared to what's coming next. And no one knows where you are, Chloe. I can do whatever I want to you. Just keep that in mind." She responded by spitting at him again. "GUARDS!" He bellowed, releasing her. The torturers came into the cell. "I don't care what you have to do! Just get her to do what I want! And let me know the second she does!" He stormed out in a blind rage.
Chloe watched him leave with a feeling of regret. He's right. No one knows where I am. They don't care, either. Jack, Bill, Morris, they aren't coming for me. I'm on my own.
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chlack,
