The next morning, Becky flutters her eyes open to see a black blur of hair in front of her.

Realizing where she was, she closes her eyes again intending to drift back off to sleep until she hears faint screams from behind the wall of her bed.

She brushes it off and pulls the covers back up to her face, hoping to achieve that goal of falling back asleep once again.

Trying to ignore it got harder and harder as she swore they got louder—even though they weren't—and unable to ignore them anymore after more time, the woman immediately opens her eyes again and bunches some of the bedsheets she lay on top of into her balls of fists.

Whispering under her breath, she puts her hands over her face before sliding them down. Slowly hanging her feet over the bed, she tells herself that her only intention going in there was to give her a piece of her mind, slap her around a little, but most importantly get her to shut up.

"-if you leave her there, that'll only drive her crazier. Just saying.-"

This thought stops her for a moment before she silently agrees with herself.

Rustling her feet back on the bed and under the covers, she lays down again and closes her eyes. Going back to sleep for the second time was easier than she expected as she listened to Charlotte's cries with a little different perspective.
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"GET THE FUCK UP!" A voice yells at Becky, resulting in her immediately jolting up, bumping heads with the voice.

"Ow!! Goddammit, Becky!" Sasha groans, holding her head and falling back onto the bed.

"What the hell Sash?!" Becky lays back down as well, holding her head.

"Your lady won't stop fucking yelling!" She fiercely bangs at the wall, taking her hand off her forehead and rubbing her eyes.

Becky sighs and shakes her head, fixing her top as she mumbles under her breath, "so sorry she's inconveniencing you"

She stands up from her bed and walks beside it to her secret wall. Picking up her slate to get inside, she types in the lengthy password to enter.

Walking in and quietly closing it back, Becky makes sure no louder noises would be heard.

Smiling just a little bit to herself as she unlocked and opened the room of the door, she looks at the disheveled woman in the chair.

"Hello there, Ashley" Becky greets the woman with a raspy voice.

Charlotte quickly looks over at her with tired eyes and a tear-stained face—unable to say anything just yet as the cogwheels in her brain spun.

Becky lets her think for a moment before mocking a fake pout, "I told you I was gonna take you home, baby. N' that's how you decide to wake me?"

"Y-you did this?!" it all clicks as Charlotte realizes who she was from the night before, "w-why did you do this?! What did I do?!" she cries out in confusion.

"Shh, c'mon, don't get all worked up. It may be a little soundproof in here, but you're not helping my tired little ears" Becky brushes one of her ears off with a small grimace, walking around her.

"Why am I here?! What do you want?!" Charlotte sobbed. Unable to fathom that this was even happening to her of all people.

She thought she was a good person. That she was protected. But she must've been wrong and she wasn't sure who to blame but herself.

"To fuck! But mainly, you to die!" Becky smiles again as she talked, this time brighter than the first.

Flaunting herself a little she spoke again, "that's all really. Two simple things, that I'm sure I will get"

"N-o, no! Why?!" Charlotte yells, "look, please! If you let me go, I'll—"

"Hey, hey. Again. No need to yell. We're friends aren't we?" She crouches in front of her, "you don't need to make no deal with me, 'cause it ain't happening"

"Please!" Charlotte sobs louder, getting a small eye-roll from Becky, "I won't tell a single soul about this..spare me. Just let me go" she shakes her head, looking away from Becky since she couldn't physically move as she got closer to her.

Taking a minute to read her face that was still turned away, Becky asks her again,

"Did you not hear what I said?" She watched Charlotte just barely turn her head back to face her entirely before slapping her so hard it turned back around, "I have a job to do, beautiful" She laughs in her face.

"What..what are you...yo-you're actually gonna kill me!?" She cries, helplessly trying to move from the chair as the side of her face now stung terribly.

"You thought I was kidding?; and no! I'm going to murder you" She tilts her head, "killing is one thing, but murder, that's different. That's relentless. It gives me pleasure. Anybody can kill anything. Especially accidentally. But can they murder something? With no remorse? Like I can?"

Charlotte shakes her head in disbelief, continuing to cry.

"Oh calm down, you're so dramatic. I haven't even done anything to you yet" she pouts at her, "not so strong without your bodyguards huh?" She mocks, scowling a bit at her.

"I fucking hate you!" She sobs, "fuck you!"

"I bet you want to. I really do!" Becky smirks, "You've got quite a mouth there, I can tell it's good for more than talkin'" she sits over her lap.

Charlotte continues to cry and attempts to move her face away from her but stops once Becky places a hand over her mouth tightly, now getting more serious.

"Stop crying. I hate to be so harsh, pretty girl, but you've gotta listen to every single word I say—or I won't be so merciful while you're here. Understand?" Becky speaks calmly but seriously, staring her in the face.

Charlotte squeezes her eyes closed to try to stop seeing her face but nods along as she felt obligated to.

Becky pushes her face away, letting her mouth free as she stood and turned to leave.

"W-what am I gonna do?" Charlotte mumbles in a teary voice, suddenly a bit anxious as she saw Becky stop moving.

"What do you think?" she looks behind her shoulder, "whatever the fuck I say. You finished?"

"...I don't want to," Charlotte says louder than the times she spoke before, looking up at Becky and feeling a twinge of confidence come back.

This ever-so-small comeback sets something off in Becky as she spins around and storms back over to the bound woman.

"Did I fucking ask you what you wanted, Ashley??" she raises her voice with a slap much harder than the one before, receiving a much more obvious whimper of pain from the other woman, "I know you don't want this, but, I don't care about your well being, darling! Obviously."

"Why not! You don't feel a single thing about me? Do you actually like me? I know you do! You wouldn't hold me here if you did! You would let me go, now, please! I'm begging you!" Charlotte shouts in an argument.

A fairly nice girl, she was still used to receiving what she wanted. Even though it was a long shot, she would try her best to get the hell out of this situation if it was the last thing she did.

"God, you're so fucking dead!" Becky sharply moves her hand out and grips Charlotte's hair, tightly wrapping it around her fist, "while I do love a girl that begs, I almost lost my fucking mind because of you!" she scowls, tightening the grip and pulling her head closer to her face, "you 'know' that?" she mocks, "answer me!" she pushes and pulls her head around as she heard loud cries of a broken "yes". In response, she holds her head still again.

"I'll admit now. Yes, I want you, and I want you bad. As I—obviously—know, you want me too. That little kiss of yours wasn't just a consequence of your drunken actions. I'm gonna get you. In more than one way. I have a job to do, one that I accepted. I'm not gonna give it up and waste good, good pay and satisfaction for your measly 'begging'" She leans her face closer, "you fucking understand me??"

Charlotte can't do much but feel the pain on her head and the tears streaming down her face as she nods quickly at the other woman; unable to get any words out, even if she wanted to.

"Good. Now, if you don't want me to act out like this, be a good piece of meat and shut the fuck up when I tell you to. Don't ask me stupid questions or your life's gonna be over much sooner than expected" Becky growls, "got it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please! Let go.." Charlotte almost murmurs her last sentence as she nods again in unwilling acceptance of what was asked of her, still grimacing slightly at the pain on her head and whining in relief after Becky let go of her hair.

"I hope you don't want anything" Becky walks back to the door, "cause you won't see anything, or anyone for a couple of hours" she purses her lips out in a fake frown.

"Wait—what if I need something? You can't leave me! Please, please don't leave me" Charlotte's eyes widen as she begs her to stay. Out of all the things, she couldn't believe she was begging this mad woman to stay in the room with her, but, her morals had become a little wonky. The torment wasn't fun, but now she had to be left alone which she couldn't imagine being any more fun.

"Do you think I give a shit if you need something?" She glares at her, "you please me, not the other way around. Sorry to break your heart, but I'm not staying in here. You're a product now. My product." She scowls, "you'll meet with my boss later on" she grabs the door handle.

Pausing for a moment, she listens to see if she reacts to anything. Becky assumes whatever she has to say, she keeps to herself. This is a small pump of glee to her as she swung the door open and slammed it as she walks out, locking it behind her.

Once the deed is done, Becky walks back out of her secret suite of rooms and closes the wall back before laying on her bed beside her friend once again.

"Will she be quiet now?" Sasha complains, looking up from her phone she had been scrolling on to pass the time.

"Fuckin' should be" Becky rolls her eyes before closing them to relax her emotions a little, "there'd be an even bigger issue and not just with me if she wouldn't be"

"Enough about her. Being woken up is enough to be on my bad side. You ready for Milan, or what?" Sasha asks.

"Hell yeah, of course, I am. Killing people and getting money, who can complain?" Becky pops her brows up with a crack of a smile. Thank god she changed the subject. Becky didn't wanna talk about her either.

While before she didn't know how she would have acted towards this girl once she actually saw her, she was glad she wasn't being a complete jackass that was head over heels like she expected herself to be. Maybe the night before, she got whatever that attraction was out of her system.

"Right? More so the money for me but, to each to their own" Sasha smiles a little too, "what are you gonna do with her, though?" Sasha taps the wall, "let her starve here?"

Spoke too soon.

"Bring her with me," she says on the spot. That wasn't what she was initially thinking, but that's what came out. "I think I have some proper plans for her," she thinks to herself. What could that possibly mean? The world was her oyster.

"Sounds evil, miss Quin" Sasha chuckles and looks at a message she received on her phone, "Lexi wants to talk to her later she said" she gestures her head to the wall.

"I would hope so. I just needed to know when" Becky crosses her arms under her chin as she lay "she ain't only for me"

"I guess not. Speaking of Milan" Sasha sits up now, tossing her phone to the side, "have you started planning for it?"

"I'm not too sure if you've noticed this Sasha, but the last few days I've been driving myself even more insane than I usually am with that money lady back here. I've been on her and only on her" Becky reminds her, getting a look of annoyance.

"That was an obvious one, smart ass" Sasha rolls her eyes as she stands "we don't have much time, you know. You should start now"

"I'm pretty fast when it comes to those things, so I should be okay. I'm not in any rush" Becky brushes off the task.

"Oh yeah? She seems to say otherwise" Sasha points her thumb to the same unassuming wall before crossing her arms.

"'Ey, don't push it" Becky looks her way now, a change of expression from relaxed to something more serious, "just cause that bitch set me back once doesn't mean I'm down a peg"

"Relax. You're so serious, ugh" Sasha scoffs a little after, "but, fine. I just need to see you prove it, that's all. Then maybe my mind will change. You got a maximum of" she takes a glance at her phone again for the time "5 hours"

"But let's have some fun, huh?" now Sasha raises a finger, "you finish before that time, I'll get you a present in Milan or whatever else you want. If you finish after, you will have to wear outfits I choose for you from my closet for two whole weeks, all 14 days, no taking it off" She grins at the other woman who now looked like she would fall apart right on the spot.

Becky squeezes her eyes together and shudders at the thought of wearing such outfits before she regains her composure. She wouldn't sit and lie to say Sasha herself looked bad in them, because she didn't, but when it came to herself, she'd rather keep her distance.

"Challenge accepted" Becky opens her eyes after pondering on the thought, "you're on"

"Good!" Sasha claps her hands together "starting now" she turns away from her and walks out of the room after being the official timing mark.

Grabbing multiple papers, pens, and devices, Becky spread them out on her bed to get a good look at what she needed and had. Once sure she had it all, she started to work swiftly and carefully on what she so badly needed to finish before its deadline.
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Becky was sprawled out on her bed, listening to her music after she had finished her laborious task.

"How's it going—hey! Did your even start?!" Sasha pokes her head in and sees her relaxing nonchalantly, looking over in shock at the empty bed.

"I'm done, Mercedes" Becky chuckles as she turned her head over to look at the surprised woman.

"But..it's only been an hour and a half!!" Sasha hurries in, looking all around the room for evidence of lying, even checking under the bed.

"Oh, you thought I was lying when I said I was the fastest?" Becky chuckles again as she pauses her music and turns to look at her completely.

"Well, of course, I did!" Sasha pouts at her, dropping her arms and standing up straight.

"Ha" Becky grins at her accomplishment, "I don't lie all the time, Sasha" she winks.

Just as Sasha thinks of a smart remark, the both of them begin to hear footsteps rushing toward the room.

"Yo! Guys!" Liv rushes inside, nearly bursting through the door.

"Yes? Is something wrong, what's going on?" They both look over at the same time, expecting something big considering her sudden entrance.

"No! It's great news! The plan's for Milan changed!" Liv grins wide, hopping up and down with brimming excitement, "the robbery is a diamond heist now!"

"Really?!" Both Sasha and Becky exclaim in unison after hearing the change.

"Mhm!" Liv jumps more, "Seriously, it's like we're in a video game! But real life!"

"Our lives are always like that, Livy" Sasha giggles, now thinking about how much more work would have to be put in for something much more intense.

"Oh! Also, Bex, Lexi said you can use your big, fancy explosives and stuff if you want! But only the quiet ones that could actually help with something" she giggles a little at the last thing she says.

"How backhanded" Becky rolled her eyes with a small snicker, "but, finally, I guess. How long did she think I felt like holding onto these things if I couldn't use them?" she murmurs the last part, but shows a little smile anyway at her.

"Oh, oh duh! How could I forget? She also said she wanted to see your girl back there, like really soon" she points behind her "she seemed, uhh, giddy?" Liv changes the expression on her face to more of a grimace.

"Oh, I figured. Do you know when she wants to?" Becky asks, "I'd just need to let her in that's all."

"Fun! She said right now. Like right, right now."