Wicked Games
Chapter 3
McKinsey slowly started to wake. Surrounded by brilliant white light she could hear voices and sounds around that comforted her in their familiarity. She knew she was in a hospital. The beeping of monitors, doctors and nurses issuing terse orders, the squeak of rubber soled shoes on tile floor confirmed it. She felt her body being lifted onto the gurney and then her clothing being cut from her body. For a moment she felt intense embarrassment being exposed in front of strangers, but remembered that they were professionals, interested only in saving her life.
Soon all these thoughts fled her mind because with consciousness also came awareness of intense white, hot, burning pain in her side. Opening her eyes, she screamed as the pain overtook her. She heard a voice yell out…“give her Morphine 6mg now“...as the drug hit her system, she blessedly spiraled back down into warm, soothing darkness.
Hours later out of surgery, after she was out of surgery, Michael and Madeline stood at the foot of McKinsey's bed. Madeline glanced at Michael taking in his impassive features and asked, "What made you bring her in instead of canceling her onsite?"
Michael replied, "I'm not really sure, I just had the feeling that she wasn't a hostile. She said she tried to kill Suba, but that he was too strong. I knew there was something more to her.”
Madeline looked more closely at Michael. This was more that he had spoken to her in months. She noted that his eyes never left the young woman's face, causing her to look at her more closely.
"Hmm", she thought, "this one is certainly beautiful." Mentally she ticked off what she saw, a heart shaped face, arched brows above translucent eyelids with long, dark, thick eyelashes resting on high cheekbones. A delicate, finely shaped nose above full rose colored lips. Her skin was flawless alabaster. Madeline mused, "I wonder how I can use her to my advantage".
With that thought in mind, she pulled the sheet off McKinsey's body exposing her bit by bit. Full breasts with dark, rose colored nipples immediately reacted to the chill air of MedLab by contracting into hard pebbles. Her ribcage tapered down to a tiny waist. With a stomach and lower abdomen that was covered by tightly muscled flesh. McKinsey’s hips flared out in perfect proportion to her upper body. Slowly as the sheet traveled downwards, Madeline watched as Michael's eyes took the same path. A thick dark, red mass of curls covered her mound followed by long legs ending in delicate ankles and feet.
Madeline dropped the sheet to the floor and slid her hand up McKinsey's shapely calf gently pulling apart her legs revealing a tantalizing glimpse of pink lips. Madeline's fingers gently brushed McKinsey's auburn curls saying, "She is exquisite, isn't she?"
Although never removing his eyes from McKinsey's body, his facial expression remained the same. Forcing himself to answer Madeline, he rasped out, "yes" tearing his eyes away from McKinsey's prone form briefly torn by his visceral reaction to her beauty.
Madeline, satisfied with the reaction from Michael decided to twist the knife a little more. "I am thinking about recruiting her after her interrogation. I've decided to make her your material. You will be responsible for all her training including the Valentine part."
With those parting words, Madeline turned and her sharp heels rapped out a harsh beat on the tile floor as the door swooshed open then closed on her retreating figure. Michael remained frozen in place for a minute as myriad of expressions crossed his face before he bent down to pick up the sheet and slowly covered McKinsey’s defenseless body.
Unable to help himself, he gently caressed her breast, grazing her nipple with his calloused palm eliciting a soft moan from her slightly parted lips. Leaning over her, he whispered in her ear as he smoothed back the soft, dark auburn curls away from her face, "I'm sorry ma petite." Gently pressing his lips to her forehead he turned and left unaware of Nikita watching him on the monitor in her office.