Eris regarded the man before her; he looked nothing like a spy or an assassin. â€œStill,â€ she contemplated, â€œhow would he know about the shipment?â€Â  She had little time to question him, however, as he lunged towards her, pinning her to the seat. She let out a surprised gasp, though this was hardly an unusual thing for her. The men of the gang were always trying to force her into submission. Eris (and the man smitten with her) would usually then disappear for a few days, until she came back, dragging the sometimes bloody, sometimes burnt, almost always limbless body with her. She enjoyed seeing how different torture devices worked, and what their effect was on the rapist pig that she had used them on. Sometimes it was the Iron Maiden, or the Pendulum of Doom, but every time, even the most hard-headed brute would crumble under the unbearable pain. But this stranger was different. She felt compelled to lean forward and lock her lips with hisâ€¦<br/><br/>Of course, Jason had a different plan in mind. The blade in her hand dropped to the floor. The coy grin on her face returned as she looked at Jason. â€œHereâ€™s my kind of guy,â€ she thought. â€œI wonder how well he works under pressureâ€¦â€Â<br/><br/>The girl whispered into the manâ€™s ear, â€œShameâ€¦ I wanted to be the one to kill that bastard, butâ€¦â€ She leaned back looking into his bright green eyes seductively. â€œIf youâ€™re willing to kill him, be my guest.â€When he leapt out of the sunroof with the agility of a cat, Eris watched, thinking, â€œTonight will be fun after allâ€¦â€Â