The van stops slowly and quietly at the set point, after which a notification goes straight to my smartwatch: “destination reached”.
I quickly glance out the window: it is night and there are no lights around; the moon is not up there these days, the stars are barely visible, and the night lights of the city are far away. The van is immersed in total darkness.
My smartwatch vibrates again, signaling the arrival of another notification.
“Start the mission,” the message says.
I take a deep breath, then turn to that boy and wake him up.
<<Hey>> I tell him <<we have arrived.>>
He opens his eyes, dark as the night sky. I am sucked almost instantly by the intensity of his gaze, magnetic as a black hole.
I have been working with him for a few days now, yet I still haven’t gotten used to his beauty. That face and body keep baffling me even after all this time, and it sure doesn’t help that he’s half naked now.
He does it on purpose of course. He has no reason not to wear a T-shirt since inside this van the temperature is adjustable and it certainly isn’t high, yet he insists on walking bare-chested, just to flaunt his damnly sculpted physique.
He does it whenever he can, he knows his muscles are frying my brain.
<<What are you doing?>>
He gets up and sits on the bed <<What are you doing?>> he repeats seriously looking me straight in the eye <<You said we arrived, no?>>
<<Y … yes …>>
<<So why are you staring at me with that stupid face instead of doing your job?>>
<<Well, I>> but my justifications are interrupted by a sudden and resounding slap; the power of that blow made my face spin nearly ninety degrees, and sent my nervous system into a tailspin for at least two seconds.
<<Are you awake now? Or are you still sleeping?>> he then ask.
This blow immediately brings me back to reality: Sepanta may be handsome and attractive, but he remains a fucking asshole. Ending up working with him… for him rather, it was the worst of luck that could have happened to me.
I hate him to death.
<<I’m awake.>> I tell him through gritted teeth, resisting the strong temptation to reciprocate his blow.
<<Good. And now what? We arrived, so … what should I do?>>
<<So … your target is ->>
<<I know who he is.>> he cuts short <<One of those who tried to blow up an orphanage.>>
<<Exactly. And he has to disappear. But you don’t have to hurt him, understand? It is important that he arrives safely in the>>
<<Yeah yeah, I know.>> he interrupts me <<Have you analyzed his house?>>
I hesitate a moment before answering: doing this type of analysis is very expensive, and lately I have been slightly short of money. I have not analyzed it as I should have, but I have studied it enough to know how to act.
<<Yes.>> I answer him at the end, telling an half truth <<There are not many defense systems. The most worrying one is a camera connected to a television that he keeps in his bedroom.>>
<<Is there an alarm?>>
<<Yes. But that’s not a problem, it often goes off at night.>>
<<What do you mean?>>
<<It’s full of wild animals here. Cats, foxes … they are the ones who set off the alarm.>>
<<Okay, okay … but how do I turn it off? Our computers don’t work at night.>>
<<You won’t have to turn it off.>>
<<No. You will trigger it and then hide. He will check on the camera who triggered the alarm, and when he sees no one he will think that a wild animal was the culprit. So he will go and deactivate it without any suspicion.>>
<<Okay … but then he will reactivate it, right?>>
<<Yes, but once the alarm is activated it takes 30 seconds to go into full operation.>>
<<Yep. It’s a normal thing. When he leaves the house he always activates the alarm, and he needs those 30 seconds to close all the doors before it is fully operational.>>
<Got it. So I have 30 seconds to enter.>>
<<Exactly. All the windows are protected by railings though. So…>> I take a gray metal disk from my small work desk <<you’ll have to use this.>>
<< Okay. Is that all?>>
<<You will have to enter through the bathroom window. All the other windows are usually closed and the one in the bathroom is the only one that remains open at night … for obvious reasons.>>
<<The company has also given me other things.>> I say showing him other objects <<Narcotic dart gun. It makes no noise, leaves no traces, and you may sedate your target with this. And you will need to tie him with these laces.>>
<<I don’t want to sedate him.>> he says.
<<What …? Why not? You don’t have to hurt him. You just have to>>
<<I know what I have to do. Now let’s get to work.>>
<<Do you want to use the DNC?>> I ask him at this point, sensing his intentions.
A malicious smile appears on his angelic face <<Obvious. After all these hours spent here with you, I want to have a little fun.>>
<<But it is not necessary. I mean>>
<<I just want to do it. I have to get used to using it. >>
So I pick up the phone and sigh with resignation <<As you want. But I’ll time you. Try not to exceed five minutes of use.>>
<<Obviously.>> he says, after which he activates the DNC.
His dark eyes flash red, and his entire body quivers slightly as his veins fill and his muscles swell.
As much as it bothers me to admit it, witnessing this sort of “transformation” is always beautiful. His slender arms are now sturdy, his thin legs are now pulsing with power, and in the end he looks like he just came out of the gym after a super intensive workout; every single muscle in his body is active, swollen and ready for use … and it doesn’t stop here.
His reflexes, the speed of his thoughts, his senses, his balance, his precision, every single part of him, physical or mental, has just undergone a notable boost. At this moment Sepanta is no longer a human, he is much more.
The DNC doesn’t just affect him though.
The air has become heavier for me. Breathing is much more difficult than before, as is moving. It almost seems that gravity and atmospheric pressure have increased, and as if that weren’t enough every single nuisance that I tried to ignore until now is magnified.
The tiredness of the journey, the discomfort of the van seats, the burning in the cheek due to the slap received before … everything begins to be felt with the same weight of a boulder; the smell of Sepanta is also starting to be felt.
I don’t normally smell his body odor, but every time he activates the DNC it becomes impossible to ignore it. It’s intense, strong, sour… and disgustingly good. I hate it, but it’s a smell I’m addicted to now.
I don’t just smell Sepanta, I also feel his breath, the air that enters and leaves his nostrils; I feel his presence, which totally fills my thoughts; I feel his gaze on me, so intense it could burn me alive.
The emotions I feel for him are also amplified, but I have to ignore them! I have to focus!
<<S-Sepanta>> I tell him with a little effort <<you have to keep the DNC on for only five minutes.>> I remind him by activating the stopwatch on my phone <<Otherwise>> but I am interrupted by another slap.
The blow was so fast that I have felt the impact before the sound, and it was so strong that it totally deactivated my senses for several seconds.
When I finally manage to refocus my vision, I notice that a small blood stain has formed on the floor… blood coming out of my mouth.
Paralyzed with pain and fear, I remain motionless looking at the blood until Sepanta gently places a finger under my chin, lifting it until my eyes meet his.
<<Do you see this?>> with his free hand he shows me something that he holds between his fingers … a bloody tooth <<It was your.>> he says <<Now it’s mine. And the next time you call me by name as if we are friends, or tell me things I already know and waste my time, I’ll take two more of these. Is everything clear?>>
I nod weakly, but he squeezes my cheek between his fingers.
<<I did not hear you. I asked you if what I told you is clear.>>
<<Y … yes.>>
<<Yes…? Try to be more respectful.>>
<<Good boy.>> he then say with a satisfied smirk <<And now pass me the clothes. I have to go hunting.>>
I obeyed, and as I did it I could clearly feel my dick “stir”. Another brutal effect of the DNC: anyone who comes into contact with Sepanta while it’s active is slowly but surely led to physical, mental, emotional and … sexual submission.
The speed with which this effect occurs depends on the physical and mental strength of the person it is acting on, and in my case … well, compared to Sepanta I am not very strong, so within two minutes I will find myself totally dominated by the his presence.
Fortunately, Sepanta is unable to keep the DNC running for more than five minutes.