As my muscles marginally relax, the tension flicks from anger to fevered desire. I want to rip each wisp of clothing off her and tie her to this fucking desk. I know next time, to bring my satin ribbon.

••~M.R Field~••

The soldier shoved her into the helicopter. They were joking to each other about her. She sat on the back of the helicopter alone and looking at them with disgust and hate.

"Oh look at her eyes. I am scared." One of the soldiers joked and all of them started to laugh but they became silent as August came and sat inside the helicopter.

"Let's go." He ordered and looked at her who was gazing at him.

August looked at the pilot and he started the helicopter. Soon they were about to reach the headquarters. He turned around to look at her again but this time she was looking down at her feet.

He looked away. He wanted to know who she was working for so they can take action as soon as possible.

The helicopter landed on the roof of the CIA headquarters and August was the first to get out.

"Take her to the room. I'll meet her there." He said and started to walk towards his room.

While one of the soldier pushed her towards the room dedicated for interrogation where they carried out interrogations on the captured terrorists.

She turned around to look at him as he stood there watching her being taken to the room. Her big black eyes wanted to tell him something but he was thinking to ask her himself what she was upto.

The intercom of his room rang as August came out of the shower. It was Erica on the other side.

"Walker! Who is that girl you brought here?"

"I don't know yet but seeing her fight and kill the militants I think she is working for someone. You should have seen her fight like she was some sort of a martial artist." August explained.

"Walker! I hope you didn't bring a wrong person with you. Interrogate her as soon as possible. I am waiting for the information. Make her spill everything you can." Erica ordered and hung up.

August wore his over coat and went to the elevator. He pushed the basement button and the elevator started to move down. He reached the basement and opened the grill. He went the room and unlocked the door.

She was sitting there. The familier look of hate in her eyes. He looked down at her.

August pulled down the rope tied on her mouth.

"Fucking bastard!" She cursed him.

She received a hard slap on her face. Her face turned red. Tears fell from her eyes. August fisted her hairs and pulled her head back.

"Stop fucking cursing me." He said while looking into her eyes. She was silent. He left her hairs but her ponytail opened reavealing her long black hairs spread on her face and shoulders.

August took off his overcoat. He folded his sleeves and took a seat infront of her.

"Who are you working for? Tell me loud and clear with no strings attatched." He ordered looking straight at her face.

"What do you think I will spill the beans infront of you? I am Zohra Khan. Have seen so many....her statement remained incomplete as she received a slap so hard that she fell on the floor along with the chair.

"You have'nt seen anyone so strong like me. Have you?" August said.

"Just untie me then I'll show you how strong you are." She stated. August's eyes widened on how strong and determined she was.

"Is that what you want? Ok." August said and took the key out of his pocket and uncuffed her hands while she layed on the floor. Her hands were free now so August took a step back.

She stood infront of him. Her 5'6" and petite frame was still short infront of his 6'1" tall and mascular build.

"What do you want now?" August asked.

"I just want to kill you." She said and attacked him with her claws. August held his wrists tight and wrapped his arms around her from behind and pushed her into a wall. He was so mascular. She was nearly choking between the wall and him.

He turned her around. Her face came infront of him. Her face was so innocent with her mystical black eyes. Her black eyes filled with tears. His hands were still on her fragile neck and she was choking. He couldn't stand her piercing eyes anymore. His grasped loosened seeing her gasping. He left her and stepped back.

She fell on the floor coughing.

"I don't want to hurt you. I will come back. Wait for me." His heart was racing and he went out locking her in that room.

He really didn't want to kill her. She was nothing close to his strength.

At night he went to her again. With the tray of meal in his hand. He unlocked the door revealing her sitting on the chair with her head placed down on the table. She seemed really broken.

He placed the tray infront of her on the table. She lifted her head. Her eyes were tired and heavy with constant crying. She was looking so weak.

He pulled out the chair and sat infront of her.

"Eat it!" He ordered.

"I don't want to." She nearly whispered with her broken voice.

"Look! If you think being stubborn will save you then you are wrong. I promise you if you tell me the truth about yourself I will take you out of here but for now you need energy to talk. Please don't hurt yourself. Eat." He requested her this time.

She took the glass of water and drank it in one breath. She was so thirsty. She took the spoon and finished the soup in a minute while he observed her keenly. He was interested looking at her.

"What?" She asked as she saw him looking so deeply at her.

"Nothing. Just tell me about yourself now." He asked her.

She started giving all the information about her. How her parents died in a suicide bombing. How she and her brother Akbar worked against Al Qaeda and why was she there to save the women. She gave him all the answers to his questions.

"Do you believe me now? Will you let me go?" She asked hopefully.

"Offcourse. I will. I promised you and I always keep my promise. But not right now. I will come back after sometime." He said and stood to go.

"No. Please I don't want to stay here. My brother will be worried for me. Please let me go now." She stood infront of him.

He looked at her.

"I believed you. Don't you believe me?" He asked. She was silent. August left the room.

At midnight he opened the door. She was waiting for him. He threw a shawl at her."Come on. Wear it. I am getting you out. There is

a problem. The CIA don't want to let you free but I want to so I am taking you from here." He said and took hold of her hand.

She covered herself with the shawl and they almost ran. He took the military vehicle to take her back to her home.

She was looking at him all the time he drove. He looked straight ahead to the road. She told him about the place. He stopped near her home on the corner of a street.

She went out and stood near his door. He went out as well.

"Thankyou! For keeping your promise." She said.

"You are welcome." He said looking at her beautiful face. Her face was expressionless and so as his.

She took a step back and turned around to go.

"Wait!" August held her wrist. His grasp was strong.

She turned around and he pulled her into him. Her shawl slipped from her head and her hairs waved at her face in the air. August stroked her hairstrands away from her face. She looked as if she was waiting for something.

Her breathing got heavier and so as his. She melted into his arms as he placed his lips on hers. She couldn't even say a word. He pulled away placing his forehead on hers.

"We will meet again." His jaw twitched as he said those words with a heavy heart.

She couldn't even respond. August sat in his car and started the engine. He looked at her with his piercing blue eyes.

"You're mine." He said and drove. His car vanished in the dark of the night.

She stood there with a racing heart. For the first time someone had claimed her as his..

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