Nikita sat hunched over the computer, her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the top-secret documents in front of her. The room was dimly lit, and she was starting to lose focus when she heard the door creak open. Looking up, she saw Nina step in, a smile playing on her lips.
"What are you doing?" Nina asked, her tone casual. Nikita didn't answer, her eyes fixed on the screen as she tried to decipher the codes. "The boss wants me to report the last expenses," Nina continued, walking closer to Nikita's desk. Nikita glanced at her, irritation clear in her eyes.
"I'm busy," she snapped, turning back to the monitor. "I'll handle it."
Nina stopped, her gaze fixed on Nikita's feet. Nikita's legs were crossed under the desk, her shoes dangling off the edge as she tried to massage her aching soles. Nina smirked to herself, a wicked idea forming in her head.
"Fine," Nina said, turning to leave. "But remember, you're not in the clear just yet." Nikita rolled her eyes but didn't respond. She was already dreading whatever Nina had planned next.
A few minutes later, Nikita felt a sharp pinch in her neck. She gasped, looking up to see Nina standing over her, a syringe in her hand. Before she could react, Nina pressed the needle against her skin, and cold liquid flowed into her veins. Nikita felt herself going limp, her eyes fluttering shut as the world started to spin.
When she woke up, her vision blurry and her head pounding, she found herself strapped to a chair with her legs tied tightly to the back. Nina stood in front of her, a small smirk playing on her lips.
"Now," she said, her voice cold and calculated. "Who is your boss?"
Nikita glared at her, eyes narrowed with defiance. "I don't know what you're talking about," she spat. Nina rolled her eyes, unimpressed by Nikita's attempt at denial.
"Don't waste my time," she warned. "You know what happens when you do that."
With that, Nina walked around the chair, her gaze fixed on Nikita's feet. Nikita tried to squirm away, but the restraints held her tight. Nina crouched down, her eyes fixed on Nikita's shoes. She slowly started to untie them, pulling each lace loose with expert precision.
"This is your last chance," she murmured, running her fingers along the arch of Nikita's foot. Nikita gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the waves of unease washing over her.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she repeated, her voice shaking. Nina stood up, her lips curling into a smile.
"We'll see about that," she said, walking back to her desk. From her purse, she pulled out a pair of sharp nails, her eyes glinting with mischief. As Nikita watched, horrified, Nina approached her again, nails gleaming in the dim light.
"I warned you," she whispered, her breath hot against Nikita's skin. Nikita closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain she knew was coming. She felt Nina's cold fingers tracing circles around her ankles, tickling her gently at first.
"Please," Nikita whimpered, squirming in her seat. "Stop."
But Nina only laughed, her nails scraping lightly against Nikita's skin. Nikita's breath hitched, her whole body tense with anticipation. Suddenly, Nina's fingers dug into her heel, and Nikita let out a shriek of surprise.
"Tell me who your boss is," Nina growled, digging her nails deeper into Nikita's flesh. Nikita's head was spinning, her vision blurred with tears. She could feel the blood pulsing through her veins, the pain sharp and intense.
"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I don't know."
But Nina didn't believe her. With a cruel smile, she leaned closer, her lips brushing against Nikita's ear.
"Then maybe this will help you remember," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down Nikita's spine. And with that, she started tickling Nikita's feet again, this time with a vengeance.
Nikita screamed, her body writhing in her seat. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think straight. The pain in her feet was unbearable, but the tickling was even worse. It was as if Nina had found a soft spot in Nikita's soul, and she was determined to tear it apart piece by piece.
Finally, Nikita gave in. Her eyes filled with tears, she begged Nina to stop, promising she would tell her anything she wanted to know. Nina smiled, a chilling glint in her eyes.
"Good girl," she purred, her fingers slowing their pace. "Now tell me who your boss is."
With trembling hands, Nikita pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket, handing it to Nina. Nina took it, her eyes scanning the words quickly. When she looked up again, her smile had disappeared, replaced by a look of cold calculation.
"Thank you," she said, her voice clipped. "That will be all."
With that, she walked away, leaving Nikita slumped in her chair, shaking with relief and fear. Nikita didn't know what she had gotten herself into, but one thing was clear: she never wanted to be on the receiving end of Nina's wrath again.
