After dinner, and being trolled by Feta's family, Elena lay back alone, inside her bedroom in Feta's house, no light, no sound, only darkness. Elena had lost everything: her job, her friend, her freedom, and Pierre. Elena recalled her memories with Pierre, his smile, his laugh, the way he enjoyed his food at the canteen, etc. Those made her normal day feel special. Dianne's image came to her mind. The moment before she went to Karl. Elena scolded Dianne. Though she was so frustrated at that time. She knew Dianne tried her best; it was just unlike her back then. Elena wondered how Dianne was doing. Recalling the time the three spent together, doing the cybernetic arms. It was so much fun.
( Knock Knock )
Someone at her bedroom door. "Who is that?" Elena said. "It's me, Karl. Can I come in?" Karl replied to her. Elena felt scared, thinking she should reject him. "There is something you need to know about Pierre, you must know," Karl said boldly. "I know you are aware of me after the dinner, but this is serious," Karl continued. "Don't you want to know about your father's death?" Karl said. My father? Pierre? What is he talking about? – Elena thought. Too many things she did not understand kept coming. She decided to open the door, Karl standing calmly, his hands holding a tablet.
"Thank you for let me in, I know you still don't trust me," Karl said. "If you see what I have got, you will certainly change your mind," Karl said. "What is it?" Elena asked, voice low. "It is my investigation about our father's death," Karl said and started to turn on his tablet. "I always wanted to know about the death of my father," Karl said. "So I spend time investigating the case, gathering data," Karl said. "It was really hard, since not much evidence was left," Karl added. "What are you trying to say?" Elena said. "I am trying to say Pierre Therma was involved in our father's death," Karl said boldly, certain, no hesitation in his voice. Elena was stunned after Karl's words. "It was just another play, I won't fall for that,t" Elena said, shakily. "Listen, Elena, our father was murdered by Pierre Therma," Karl said boldly. "I have got two pieces of footage, showing Pierre was around when our father died." Karl showed footage to Elena. They were at night, recorded near a place where the police found her father's body. Not many people passed by, then Pierre came out of the small alley, although it was unclear from the footage, but Elena was certain it was him. Why was Pierre there? - A question popped up in her mind. Then Karl turned to another footage. It was similar, just a different place. Pierre also came out of a small alley that the camera cannot see. He was there too – Elena in confusion. Did Pierre really kill her father and Karl's father? – Elena thought. Many questions flood into her brain. Elena fell, she was shaking, unstable, everything that had happened today was too much for her mind and brain. She didn't know what to do anymore. Her mind and brain were completely blanked. I love the man who murdered her father, Elena thought, crying, tears flooding out.
"This is my assumption" Karl started.
"Pierre, that guy wants to take revenge on our father. Our father's mission must at some point kill his parents, so he had grudges on us" Karl said.
"He might be using you to satisfy himself, since you are a daughter of the man who killed his parents," Karl continued. "But this is just my assumption, no proof and evidence. I tried to find the relation between them all, but found nothing." Karl said.
"Even this footage was difficult to get. As the one police had was trimmed and manipulated," Karl continued. "Thanks to our technology we can reverse the false footage back to its original," Karl said. "I can show you the confirmation at the camp tomorrow," Karl continued with confidence. Elena's mind was shut out; she barely captured what Karl said. "I .. I do not know what to do now," Elena said while crying. Karl suddenly reached his arms wrapped around her.
"I am here, Elle," Karl whispered.
"I am always with you, I am always on your side."
"Forget about Pierre, forget about those pas,t" Karl continued.
"He just takes advantage of you."
"Karl..." Elena said, looking at him.
"I will help you forget everything about him," Karl said. He picked a small pack out of his pocket. It was like a pack of drugs. "I asked my mom to prepare this for you," Karl said. Showing the small drug from the pack. "My mom got a recipe when she was depressed of his husband's death," Karl said. The pill showed "PX-7". Elena did not clearly see it. "It is a pill for relieving pain, from the mind and brain, and helps your sleep as well," Karl said. "This will help you get rid of those bad experiences," Karl continued. Elena, now, she had no strength, stamina, or logic to defy Karl's action anymore. "Do you want this? I won't force you," Karl asked calmly. Elena said nothing but nodded. Suddenly, Karl glimpsed and squeezed Elena's mouth open. He took the pill and let her swallow it.
Thirty minutes later, Elena lay in bed. Karl carried her. She felt something strange. Her mind was calm down now, but her body felt much hotter, like she was aroused every second. "What is this?" Elena said. "You wake up?" Karl's voice came out. Elena looked at him and was stunned. He was standing barely naked, only wearing his underwear. "What are you doing, Karl?" Elena was scared. "No, Karl, please". "I forgot to tell you, there is a side effect for that pill," Karl said. "It calmed your mind, but also boosted your desire very strongly," Karl said. "I always heard my mom cry out loud whenever she took this pill," Karl said. "So just relax, my dear, I will calm your body," Karl said and started to get on her bed. Her mind calmed down, but she still had no strength, or even if she had, her strength had no match with his. "Just real,x Elle, and you will be freed from that guy" was the last word Elena heard. The rest was the long night that Elena wanted to forget.
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"Never thought we would meet again this soon," Freja said, her voice sharp. She was video-calling with someone.
"Guess, we both impressed each other last time," Freja continued.
"Or should i say, Dianne was not as good as me, Markus?"
"You talked so much," Markus said boldly. "Ooh, this tone I liked," Freja seduced him.
"Shut the F*** up and Take off your clothes, bitch" Freja breathes quickened as Markus demanded her. She then stripped off her clothes and Markus wanted.
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Somewhere in the Granitz's camp, a day before, Pierre was still lying in jail. He has nothing much to do. It's been three days since he was captured. The guard fed him three meals per day, eight glasses of water. Quite generous - he thought. He recalled the time when Elena saw him under arrest. She was so anxious. Since then, he kept checking Elena's status and Dianne's as well. But without a full control panel hiding somewhere in the Granitz, he cannot gain much detail.
Elena Ornstein: Affection 200%, focus 10%, stress 80%.
Dianne Scholz: Affection 35%, focus 10%, stress 55%
Elena's stress level is now of his concern. While he kept checking, at one point Elena's stress level increased drastically and her affection level decreased. This had never happened before. Pierre was excited, as he never expected this outcome.
Elena Ornstein: Affection 125% focus 25% Stress 100%
"She is resisting PX-17 by increasing the stress level?" Pierre murmured. This is interesting for him. But the following question came: why would she need to do that? - he thought. Could it be something happening to her? The affection still decreased, and the stress level increased; now it is stopped at affection 95%, focus 75%, and stress 125%. She had achieved focus and stress. What was she doing out there? For the first that, Pierre felt his breath was very thick, hard to breathe. His stomach felt uneasy. He checked his panel status, it showed his cortisol level is increasing while dopamine and others were low. Am I depressed? - Pierre thought. I am worried about Elena. - he thought. Elena should not do anything reckless, given the numerous questions. He could handle this along,e as this detention would not last longer than a month. With this thought, he closed his eyes and rested. To let his body handle the stress.
The next day, Pierre faced the truth that Elena's panel was worse than he could imagine. Elena's status became blank; the effect of PX-17 suddenly washed out. How could this happen - Pierre thought. What was going on? He is trying to think hard, organize his data to find what could wash out the PX-17 entanglement inside Elena's body.
"Another entanglement inside her body," Pierre said.
"She must take another pill, PX substance?" Pierre murmured.
"Who gave it to her? Or she took it herself."
The anxiety he had never experienced before flooded into his body. He threw up. Pierre checked his status summary: Stress 80%. It was never this high before. Why was he worried about Elena's situation? Did I fall in love with Elena - he thought. He must do something now and fast.
He opened the watch panel. Wrote a message and sent it to an address.