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When he escorted me out of the building in handcuffs, people were staring and I felt so embarrassed. I paid my taxes, I respected the law ... well ... to an extent anyway. I was pissed that this strange man who I encountered in the club the other night had the balls to pull this shit with me at my work. I knew I would be fired for sure. We reached his car and I could not help but notice the license plate ... IS 5416. It was him who followed me home from the club that night! That son-of-a-bitch! He opened the door on the passenger side and put me inside. His lips were close to my ear as I took my place.

"We're going for a little ride Miss Thompson. I would suggest you behave yourself, otherwise I will not be as pleasant when we reach our destination."

I nodded. He stroked my head gently as he spoke, I wanted resist his words but I couldn't. There was just something about the tone of his voice that calming.

"Now be a good little girl."

He reached for my seatbelt and fastened me in. I could feel his fingers lightly brushing my nipples underneath my thin white shirt as he buckled me in. He looked over at my chest, it seemed he was pleased with the reaction. And without saying a word, he shut the door on my side and walked over to the driver's side, opening the door and taking his place next to me. The car started to move and as he was driving, questions were running through my head.

How did he know me?

How did he know where I lived?

How did he know where I worked?

And the question that popped into my mind the most was....

How did he know so much about Kyle?

I was terrified of this man but yet, I was attracted to him. I had no idea what he was going to do to me once we were finally alone. During the drive, not a word was said. Finally, we reached a tall gray building and pulled into an underground garage. He parked the car not too far from an elevator and he stepped out and made his way to my side, opening my door and unfastening my seatbelt since I was still in handcuffs. He stood me up and guided me to the elevator by placing his hand on the small of my back. His touch sent chills up my spine. He pushed the button to open the doors and we stepped inside. The elevator stopped at each floor and more people piled in. Finally there were enough people that he was pressed against my back. I could feel how built he was underneath that suit and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, my nipples hardened once more.

Once we reached the floor, the doors opened to a hallway that was lit in green hues and we made our way to the door across the from the elevator. Once inside, we were greeted by two men who wore the same style suit and sunglasses as he did.

Both men grabbed me on each side and sat me down in the chair across from him. He took off his glasses revealing his blue eyes once again. One of the men handed him a manila envelope which read, Thompson, Amanda A. He opened it. He looked into my eyes as he started to speak in that seductive mechanical tone.

"As you can see I've had my eye on you for some time Miss Thompson."

He flipped through several pages of my file.

"It seems you have been living two lives. In one life you are Amanda A. Thompson, a program writer for a respectable software company. You have a social security number, you pay your taxes, you even volunteer at the local AIDS hospice."

He continued to flip through the pages.

"The other life is lived in computers where you go by the hacker alias Kyrian and you are guilty of every computer crime we have a law for. You recently hacked the D.M.V to get a boot removed from your sister's car. The same car you drove illegally when you were taking your friends home form the club the other night."

I felt like sinking into a deep, dark pit at this point.

"One of these lives has a future. One of them does not."

He closed my file.

"I'm going to be as forthcoming as I can Miss Thompson. You are here because I have a great interest in you."

He leaned even closer to me from across the table. I looked into his eyes.

"My friends here believe I'm just wasting my time with you, but ... uh I think differently. It's obvious you are a very attractive and intelligent woman, Miss Thompson and that you are interested in the future. This is why you are ready to put your past behind you and get on with your life."

I matched his stare.

"I'm willing to wipe the slate clean, to give you a fresh start and I'm asking in return is that you be a friend to me."

That smug son-of-a-bitch. I wanted to slap that smirk right off his face but I was still in cuffs.

"Yeah, that sounds like an awesome deal dude.

And then I leaned back in my chair.

"But I think I have a much better idea."

"And what's that Miss Thgompson?

"I give you the finger." I flipped him off.

"And you can shove that file right up your ass."

He put his glasses back on and sighed heavily.

"You disappoint me Miss Thompson. I didn't expect for you to be such a little brat."

I laughed slightly.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet."

"The irony of the situation is that you have no choice."

It was obvious to him that I was getting more pissed off by the second.

"Listen asshole. You're not gonna scare me with this Nazi bullshit act."

My voice started to rise.

"I know my goddamned rights and I want my fucking phone call. NOW!"

He smiled and laughed at my anger.

"You have a little potty mouth Miss Thompson."

By this point I was shaking. I was on the verge of tears.

"FUCK YOU!"

The other two men grabbed me and bent me over the table.

'Oh my fucking God!' I thought to myself. 'He's going to rape me!'

My face was down on the table, tears streamed down my face. The other two men pulled up my skirt revealing my panties.

"Remove her panties too. I want the little brat to feel this."

I struggled but they ripped my panties off and threw them to the floor. And then all of a suudden I felt ....

WHACK!

Pain racked through my whole body.

WHACK! WHACK!

I felt my ass getting red with each blow.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I could feel the heat with each hard slap he gave me. And then he pressed his mouth to my ear as he rubbed my ass cheeks. it was obvious that his co-horts were amused at my current position.

"That will teach to behave yourself in the future young lady."

I was in pain and I was getting more pissed off by the moment.

"Go fuck yourself!" I spat.

"Awww ... looks like I'm going to have to spank you some more."

The other two men kept me pinned and I could hear the sound of his belt being undone.

"This is going to hurt me more than it does you Miss Thompson."

I could feel the belt graze my already sore ass cheeks and then it happened again but it was sharper and even more painful.

WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I started to scream in pain begging for him to stop. He still kept going, laughing the whole time.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Do you promise to be a good girl?"

WHACK!

"YES!"

"Hmm...it doesn't sound like you mean it Amanda."

WHACK! WHACK!

"YES! I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL! PLEASE STOP!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Do you promise?"

By this time I couldn't speak, all I could do was sob. The two men left the room and it was just him and I alone. He leaned down and and held me in his arms. I shook as he stroked my hair, he kissed my cheek and wiped my tears.

"Oh my God." I said under my breath.

And then he softly whispered in my ear.

"Smith will suffice."

And then I awoke upright in my own bed and for some strange reason, my ass was sore.