Chloe

She sat, slumped against the chair, her legs stretched out in front of her. Her wrists were raw from trying to wriggle out of the rope around them. Chloe Garnett stared at the man in the suit in front of her, as he ordered a bunch of men around, telling them to get different torture instruments.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Take a break, mate." The man glared at her. "Break, eh? Don't worry, soon enough, you'll be wanting a break yourself - from LIFE." He laughed evilly at his own joke.

"That was supposed to be clever, was it?" She asked in a calm voice. The man beckoned to someone behind her. She turned her head and saw a guy in a Kevlar suit walking towards them with a sharp instrument in his hands. She snorted."You're gonna torture me with THAT?" She turned around and laughed. His face was sour.

"I'm giving you a last chance to open up, girl," he said angrily, taking the torture instrument from the guard. "If you don't, you'll regret it." He flicked a switch, and the instrument whirred to life. She tilted her head. "I'm not gonna regret it, sweetie," she said, relaxed. His eyes widened with shock. "You might, though," she continued. He growled, then nodded at the instrument. "You don't know what this does, do you?" He asked, stepping closer. She shook her head, a curious look on her face. He grinned. "You'll find out."

He attached its ends to her forearms. The cuffs immediately started squeezing her hands very hard. She looked at the devices on her hand, a smirk on her face. "What?" He demanded. She laughed. "It's a nice massager. Good job! You'll make millions with this," she stated. He glared at her and turned a knob on the device. It started crushing her arms even more. "Does it hurt?" the man asked. "Oh, yeah. But I can handle it." She shrugged and shook her head.

She could feel the astonished stares of the guards standing next to her burning into the back of her head. "It's not working, why don't you-" The man screamed with frustration and stepped forward, his hands closing around her neck. He pressed his hands, beginning to crush her vocal cords. She choked. She really needed her vocal cords.

Release me, she thought. The man stiffened, and after a few seconds, loosened his grip on her neck. She shook her head. Tell them to untie my ropes, she said in her my mind. "Untie her ropes," the man repeated, like a parrot. "Sir?" the guard to her right questioned. "I said, untie her ropes," the man in the suit said, his voice getting louder. She looked at them. They nodded their heads in a synchronised manner, before kneeling down to unfasten the ropes around her wrists and ankles. She looked at the torture instrument, still squeezing her arms. Her palms were a sickly white. Oh, and this bloody device too. "Remove the bloody device too," the man stated.

The guards removed her bonds slowly, hesitatingly, waiting for their master to change his mind. One of them was muttering under his breath about how wrong this was. But the man in the suit just stood there, stock still, waiting for his next command from her. The men finally finished removing her bond and the device, and stood up. Chloe rubbed her hands together and stretched. Take all of their guns from them. "Give me your guns, all of them," he ordered the guards, sticking his hands out. The guard to her left gasped in a low voice.

They pulled out their guns and handed it over to him. Shoot them. The man hesitated. She leaned forward and stared at his face. "Shoot them in the head!" She commanded.

"What-" The guard to his left was interrupted by the sound of two gunshot. Both the guards slid to the floor. Chloe looked at both of them, a smile on her face. "Now, shoot yourself," she said. The man in the suit placed the muzzle on his forehead and clicked the trigger. The following shot echoed through the room.

She stood up and surveyed the three dead men lying on the floor in separate pools of blood, a hole in each of their heads. She shrugged and walked toward the door at her right. She opened it, and peeked outside. She could hear footsteps to her left. She stepped out quietly and started running to the right through a narrow corridor. Depending on which side she heard the footsteps, she chose the opposite corridor, taking the exact same route that she had taken to come in. There were shouts at her back. She reached a door after 10 minutes of hardcore running, and slipped outside.

It opened onto a back alley, sunlight streaming in. Chloe shut the door behind her and ran around the corner, almost dashing into a black van. She opened the door of the back and climbed in quickly. "Go," she said calmly. The van revved to life and set off. She relaxed against her seat and stretched her legs out in front of her, running a hand through . The van drove for 5 minutes at top speed and was soon far away from the building where she had been 'tortured'.

The van slowed to a stop, and the driver of the seat turned around and grinned at her. "You okay?" She nodded, and opened the door of the van to let in some fresh air. "You don't look okay, babe," he said, a cheeky smile on his face. "Maybe I could help you become okay," he added. Chloe fixed her grey eyes on him. After staring at him for a few seconds, she smiled. "Maybe you can," she said brightly. She stuck her hand out.

He took her hand and shook it vigorously. "Oh, I can help you," he agreed, not letting go of her hand. Her fake smile widened. "Now, let go of my hand," she commanded. He tautened, then let go of her hand. "Step out of the van, and walk onto the road just as a vehicle is coming," she ordered. He turned around, opening the door of his seat and stepped out of the van.

Chloe took her phone out of her pocket as she watched the driver of the van walk towards the road. She dialed a number and put the phone to her ear. The man stopped in front of the road. "Hello?" A deep masculine voice floated through the phone. "The driver's dead," she stated matter-of-factly. The man stepped onto the road just as a car came driving by. He fell somewhere out of sight. "Well, now he is," she added. "Whoops."

The man over the phone sighed. "You can't just kill off every driver we send with you. It's hard to find new guys, you know," he said. "Well, maybe you should have warned them that I kill guys who flirt with me," she shot back. He sighed again. There were two people walking about now, staring at the dead corpse which Chloe couldn't see. She quickly shut the door of the van.

"You'll have to drive back on your own, then," the man over the phone said. "I'm not sending anybody to pick you up." He cut the call abruptly. Chloe pulled the phone away from her ear, and stared at it for a few seconds, before putting into her pocket.

She climbed onto the front seat and stroked the steering wheel. She started the engine and drove away from her most recent murder.