Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 58

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 58

Trying to be a bit more polite, I tell the broad woman, “Maam, I ran outside to see what was going on, when those two attacked me. Why don’t you ask them?”
“I did, this morning,” she tells me, and I blink at her. “I’m Special Agent Forbes, in charge of finding the siblings that have been traveling across the country, frying people to a crisp. This morning, we caught them in the Arizona desert, hundreds of miles from here. The sick perverts were forking in the desert.”
She shakes herself in disgust, but her attitude doesn’t bother me. She doesn’t strike me as the type of woman to enjoy anything. She picks up a folder and her desk, and looks through it for a moment. “When we questioned them, they told us that they were on a holy mission to cleanse the world of demon infested souls, and that you had somehow blocked their God-given powers, and turned them to temptation.”
She folds her massive hands in front of her, and fixes me with a piercing stare. It’s only then that I notice her eyes are two different colors. The right one is an ice-cold blue, while the left one is a dark brown, bordering on black.

I have no doubt that many perps have broken under that mismatched gaze.
“As I’m sure you can guess, we’re very interested in talking to you. We already have one of your victims in lockup.”
She states this last part almost as if it’s a second thought, but I have no idea who she’s talking about.
She must correctly recognize the look on my face, as she goes ahead and confuses me even more. “I hate men who lord their power over women, Mr. Smith, and you look like the type of tough guy to do just that. Like that doe-eyed gal in the lobby. Do you beat her up every night, unless she obeys you?”
“What? No!” I reply, shocked at the accusation. I know she’s trying to throw me off balance and see if something shakes loose, but I hate the mere thought of violence against a woman.
“I’ve seen many women like her. Always following her man around, afraid to be too far away, lest he beat her for not being available at his every beck and call,” she continues as if I hadn’t spoken. “Now I know some poor fool women prefer to live like that, but when you molest a woman, leave her pregnant, and beat her. . . Well, I just won’t tolerate that.”
What the hell is she talking about? I know Tina hasn’t been spreading any lies, and while I can see how it might look like Tina was a simpering slave, she is anything but!

“Ha!” she nearly spits at me. “You’re so arrogant, that you’ve already forgotten about the poor woman you mistreated.” She stands, and grips my shoulder painfully.
“Why don’t we go back and visit her?”
Forbes literally picks me up with her grip on my shoulder, and I’m left with the choice of being dragged, or walking.
Walking seems more dignified.
‘Do you need us to come get you?’ I know the question is from Loveth.
‘No, I need to clear my name, and get this straightened out.’
Forbes takes me back to a group of cells, and points to someone cowering in the corner. At first I think it’s a guy, until I notice that there are only women in the cell. The hair is short, and the clothes ragged.

“There,” Agent Forbes shoves me at the bars, and the girl looks up, then turns around terror. If she had a voice, she would have screamed.
I recognize her. . . Or him. . . Or, well, I’m still trying to figure that out.
Lydia Scott as I now think of her, the person who had once been Dan Peters, cowers in fear in her cell.

“Look what you did to that poor woman,” Forbes growls behind me, and I feel my temper slipping.
“Dan,” I say through clenched teeth, “What lies did you spread this time?”
She only continues to cower, not answering.
Forbe’s grip on my shoulder tightens, and I know I’m in trouble. This has to look really bad, from the agent’s point-of-view.
“Listen,” I tell the large woman, “I don’t know what he, or I mean she, told you, but she is a known liar. She raped the girl out there—“ I point to the lobby, “—numerous times, and I saved Tina from that monster in there. If he, er, she is pregnant, you’ll find that it’s not mine!” I look between the two for a moment, then ask, “Why is she in there, anyway?”
“She was caught shoplifting. She wrote down her story while we booked her. You want me to believe that that weak little thing raped another woman?” Forbes asks incredulously.

“Go ask Tina for yourself,” I tell the agent. She gives me a queer look, then drags me back out to her desk. Depositing me forcefully in the seat, she storms out to the lobby.
Damn Dan and his damned lying. I’d thought I’d taken care of him before, but apparently I’d let her off easy. I’d taken away her voice, apparently she’d gotten pregnant from her own Pour when she’d been a man, and still he was trying to get at me. Then I curse myself for the Dan Peters now Lydia Scott the fool.