Free S.A. Price by Entwined By Fate Page B

the worse they were and this guy topped eleven on all the charts. She had to play along with him and wait for her moment.
    "Nothing so far. Cristof has acquired about thirty girls, thirty-one with you. I think he fancies himself that would-be snake king from that Conan movie. I think he’s hoping to break them and turn them into his own personal harem, but then again that’s just speculation. I do know of two girls that were disposed of, but that’s before I arrived in the unit. Apparently one of them, a girl named Anya, took the commanding officer with her when she escaped and slit his throat. They caught her though."
    he sighed. "So I’m supposed to gain your trust, by giving you a room, which I’m going to do. And then seduce you into a night of sex, which I’m going to pretend to do. So tonight, you will be sleeping in a
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    bed, and a shower and everything. Tomorrow we will see each other on and off, and then the plan will go into effect. I’m counting on you."
    She nodded. "See each other how? And can I have a change of clothes? I can’t escape looking like this."
    "Already taken care of. I have fatigues and a t-shirt and boots for you, though if they are going to think this little seduction is going to work, you’re going to have to wear the white shorts and tank top that’s in the room. I’ll bring the clothes with me tomorrow. And remember I’m supposed to seduce you, so tomorrow we will spend the time together, have lunch, breakfast... and a walk of the grounds, which will be beneficial I think."
    "I think so too...” It would be good for her to walk around and get familiar with the place. “So where is this room?"
    Homer nodded. "One floor up."
    "How did you find us all? Those girls...me... how could you choose?"
    "I’m not sure how they do it, I’m not on recon." he blushed. "I read an interview with you a year or so back, saying how you are into training, and you visit a gun range." He looked up at her. "You are the best shot they have."
    She grinned at him despite herself, "Well I was slated for an assassin movie, so I thought I’d better at least figure out how to hold the things. Turns out I have a knack for targets, didn’t get the part though. You look pretty military... is that who's behind this?"
    "No, but he’s hired out a bunch of ex military, it’s how I got the job." he stood and offered her his hand. "Guy’s name is Cristof, and he's the high priest of the Lamia cult. I don’t know much else about him except he’s a pompous arse and wears a medallion of a snake, and quite the nancy blue robes all the damn time."
    She smiled at his description despite herself. "And why do they have you guys with us? Why not themselves?" She took his hand standing thankfully, the pain in her calves had disappeared.
    "The lamia project. We are guinea pigs. If it works," he scoffed, "Then they want to make sure there’s no side effects before he takes the plunge himself. I don’t know about you but I wasn’t a big fan of being experimented on in the actual military, I’m damn sure not going to do it here."
    "I guess not... never been experimented on before to be honest. Though the whole "taking the plunge" thing is a little creepy. I take it, it hasn’t worked so far then? No snakey powers for the boys?"
    "No, and he’s demanding results."
    "There’s always faking them..." She sighed as her stomach growled.
    "I don’t know how this shit is supposed to work, but I don’t think there’s really any faking of turning into a snake. Come on let’s get you some food and to the room. I’ll fill you in on the rest.
    She nodded walking with him, "True, but why would he want to turn into a snake?"
    "Got me, I’m completely baffled myself.
    "Personally I'd rather be a werewolf... or a cat. I could be a cat, something with fur. I’ve never been a fan of the snakeskin look."
    He shrugged. "Eh, there’s something sexy about snakes though."
    If only he knew, she mused letting him walk ahead of