Black site for women

Brent Lyons was a nonofficial cover agent. He had one contact in the government. Most of the time he was on his own. His communications with his contacts were sparse. They had ways of getting in touch with him. He was a ghost. He was reserved for super important missions.

They met in Brussels. They met at a cafe. He only knew him as alen. He was sure that was not his real name. That was fine with him. "The united states are focusing on domestic terror. White supremacy, far-right groups, etc," Allen said.

"I follow the news usually in other languages. " brent said. "The woodland baptist church. It is not recognized by any other baptist churches. It is a cult. They believe in the mid-tribulation rapture. They believe that bible prophecy is being fulfilled. They are preppers. They are preparing food and weapons. In the best-case scenario, this is ruby ridge or wacko. worse case, mansion family. " alen said.

"Several domestic terror groups are receiving aid from foreign sources. It like the old days of the I.r.a. these groups are supported by the Russians, cabins, China, even Iran," Allen said.

Brent suspected that part might be b.s. the government was getting bored with fighting foreign terrorists. They wanted a new enemy. The enemy. within was an attractive target.

"There pastor, ed corners was killed in a raid with the FBI. We believe he has unleashed sleeper cells. We need you to pick up his widow. Escort her to a black site. " alen said.

Brent did not like to detain women. He was not sure that this group was the three aliens claimed. He decided to accept the task.

He was given information about his target. He went to a hotel in Budapest. He looked over the file. Anne Benson corners. Nickname Annie. She was 32 years old. Four kids. Her husband had been 52. Her father owned his own plumbing business. He was a deacon. Her mom was a homemaker as well. She liked to sew and bake. She was a math genius.

Like her mom, she was a stay-at-home mom. She had never worked outside the home. She never went to college. She was five foot four. She was pretty. She had a slight belly due to pregnancies. She was still attractive.

She did not have much of a life outside of her home and church. Online, she was part of a homeschooling forum, arts and crafts, and some Christian groups. She liked baptist hip hop.

Brent did not think she was a threat. He did not think the group was much of a threat. A job was a job. These small potato operations alowed the big ones. He threw his superior a bone.

He watched her for a week. He knew her routine. The only time she. left the home was for groceries. She hung out with women at a playground.

After a week, he was ready. It was weird for him to be back in the states. He barely recognized it anymore. She came home from grocery shopping. She wore a purple blouse, denim skirt. She took off her shoes. I had a pee shooter. I shot it. She was hit by a small pellet. She was rendered unconscious.

She fell to the ground. He moved in. He ran to her. He put a bag over her head. He picked her up. He put her in his trunk. He drove to a designated spot.

He was stopped at a sobriety checkpoint. They found her. "This is my get out of jail free card," he said. He had a card with the destination d.g 15. He confirmed that he was on a crucial mission for the federal government. He was let go with no questions asked.

He took her to a safe house. She tried to talk through the hood. He did not listen. They took her into custody.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Allen told him. "Is she a threat to national security?" Brent asked him. "How should I know?" Allen responded.

She was taken to several sites in the united states. She ended up at an above top secret base in Syria. It was the only black site dedicated exclusively to female prisoners.

She never saw her captors. They never removed the hood. She was brought to an interrogation room. She was still wearing the clothes she wore when brent picked them up. There were pee stains. She had soiled herself on several occasions. Her hair was in a poney tail.

"Please. Let me go," she said. "Restrain her!" The official in charge ordered. She was barefoot. Brent never let her put on shoes. Her extraction was very rapid.

She was put in a wooden chair that resembled an electric chair. Her boobs, waist and legs, and feet were put in restraints. She cried and cried. "Please let me go!" She pleaded. No one listened.

They took a bucket of water. They splashed her. She screamed. They did it again. She was cold and uncomfortable. She shivered. They did it a third time.

They kept her in this state. She did not know if she would be splashed a fourth time. She felt so uncomfortable.

They left her like that for several hours. Her skin got clammy. She was dripping wet. She had to pee. She peed herself. She figured that they would not let her use the bathroom.

The head of the installation was a bit Of a sado mechanism. He got off on these interrogations. Usually, they got tough girls. She was different. She was sweet. She was innocent. Maybe her late husband was a terrorist. she was not. That made this all the more exciting. He preferred his subject to be innocent.

If he were not a government agent, he could be an unsub on criminal minds. He was a scary dude. He got the job done.

He came in. "Please I have done nothing wrong. Let ne go," she said. "Let's get you out of those restraints." He said. He removed her restraints. He took her hands and helped her up. She was quite weak.

"Let's get you out of those soiled clothes. " the director said. He pulled the purple top to her head. He pulled it off. He unbuttoned her denim skirt. He pulled it off. He took off her half slip. He removed her bra and then her panties.

As a Christian woman, she did not want to be nude in front of men. She felt fat and undesirable. She always struggles with self-image. She was fairly thin before she was maried. She never felt desirable.

She was shackled to the wall. Her pubic hair was shaved. Her leg hair grew over the flight from the states to Syria. Her legs were shaved. Electric cables were put on her breast and pusy.

"We know that woodland baptist church is planning attacks in response to your husband's death. What are they planing?" The interogator said?

"I don't know. We never talked about that. He shielded me from that. He would not tell me things like that. I would not ask. " she said.

"I don't believe you." He said. He ordered the teck to activate the current. Electricity went to her body. She shocked up and down. She screamed. She writhed in pain. " what are they planing?" He asked. "I don't know. " she insisted.

"Your husband was killed. His followers promised retribution. What was the contingency plan?"he asked? " I don't know. He did not tell me. We never discussed those things. He tried to keep.me out of those things. "She said. " what are they planing?" The interogator asked. He kept repeating it.

"I don't know. He never told me. " she said. "You must know something. " he said. "He told me nothing. " she said. She was zapped again. She peed herself. The urine ran though her legs.

"I hate seeing you in pain. Your are a sweet lady. You loved your husband. You love your kids. Your close with your neces and nephews. You love animals. Just tell me what I want to know. " he said. "I don't know anything." She said.

She was zapped again. "What do you know?" He asked. "He was not a violent man. All of those weapons were intended for defensive not offensive. He believed that the government was planning to overthrow the Constitution and planned on joining the new world order. He believed you would come after all who recisted." She said.

"All guerilla warfare eventually terns violent. Even the Israeli resistance to the British mandate turned violent. They mesicured British citizens at the king David hotel. "The interigator said.

" we just want to survive. We want to be left behind. We are not out for a violent revolution or none violent one. We want the constitional gurente to practice our religion. We pay our texas. We ovey the law. We are not threat to you unless you take away our rights. " she said.

"Your husband died in a schoout. He fired first. " the interogator said. "I don't know about that. He was a peaceful man. " she said. He showed her a picture of the shot out. "Is that non-violent?" He asked. she cried. "I don't know any plans. I am a mommy. I bake. I sow. I did not want to know. " she said.

"What do you know?" He asked. "He talked about house churches. I think they were some kind of unit. He said that the Smyrna church would take point. " she said.

She had some information. It was mundane. She sang like a bird. She just did not want the pain. She did not want violence. She believed in obeying the government. She did not believe in violent resistance or even non violent. She believed in Romans 13.

She was alowed to shower. She was given an orange jump suit. She was put in a cell. She was alowed to get some rest. She was fed.

Her information was helpfull. Along with other information, they moved against the group. They were able to take a bite out of the woodland baptist church and like minded groups.

She was kept at the black site prison. It was not clear if she would remain there. She was not guilty of any crime. They could not just release her. She was a victim of extreme torture. They did not want that to come out. She would be kept at the prison while they considered there next moves.

She had become used to being there. She saw her cell mate. "Hi I am annie." She said. "I am nicky. " she said. She had been a college student. Her boyfriend was a drug dealer who helped terrorist. He was an oportunest. Nicky and anie became friends. Annie had panic attacks and annie calmed her down.

Anie wanted to go home. She did not know if that was possible. She tried to stay hopefully. She tried not to get discouraged. She tried to stay positive. She found she had a crush on the interigator. She liked older man. She liked dominering man. She suspected it might be Stockholm syndrome. She was not sure.

She did not think of trying to escape. We did not know where she was. She knew being inside was probably preferable to being outside wherever she was.

This is a work if fiction and fantasy. No attempt was made to be accurate.