Chapter 381: Chapter 380.

Chapter 380. Operation: Brainjack, Phase 2; Luring out the Brain (6/10)

I carried Malory into the living room area and put her down in front of a chair facing the balcony window. 

Kneeling down I shook her shoulders trying to get her to wake up but it seemed futile. I could only play the waiting game.

I pulled out my gun and kept it pointed at her while I looked through her phone in the meantime. I opened up the app her gang relied on and entered her password then scanned through the group chats to verify what they were up to. 

I didn’t want to do anything more on it though. It was possible her boyfriend had the app set up to monitor anything done in it. If there was any suspicious activity on it, it’d be troublesome. The only thing I’d done with her phone after I checked the messages on it was infect it with one of my own trojans by visiting one of the many pages with fake leads on Yuna I set up for them to find. With the trojan, I was able to confirm that the camera and microphone weren’t being constantly monitored in secret. 

The only thing I wasn’t fully certain of was the app they used. Despite the lack of constant monitoring, calls and texts she made on this device were monitored by their app, but the camera and microphone itself were not so long as they weren’t in use. Meaning, if I carelessly opened the camera app or made a call on it, her boyfriend would undoubtedly know. He’d be able to hear and see everything.

As I read through the chat, I was able to verify that news of the two Malory killed had yet to be discovered. I’d also brought their phones with me in case their locations were being tracked through the app by her boyfriend. 

The only thing I feared was if when I contacted him as Malory he wanted to talk to them. That single thought terrified me. It was one of my greatest fears. Rosa had recorded them talking to each other and when we were driving here she let me hear them so I knew what their voices sounded like. She’d also confirmed their names when they addressed each other.

I’d also practiced changing my voice enough to sound closer to them, but if I had to talk for an extended period of time, I’d be given away. My heart was pounding madly as I thought it over. Everything hinges on my ability to deceive the leader of Swastika.

The only advantage I had was being an insignificant fly. I wasn’t someone notable in his eyes, just some random little civilian. I was no more than a little puppy he could slaughter and toy with as he pleased. Only if he underestimated me did I have any chance.

Right when I was thinking that, Malory’s eyes scrunched together before they slowly opened up. When she realized I was in front of her with a gun aimed directly at her head, her expression warped and her eyes turned venomous.

“You get it, right? You make one wrong move and you’re dead.”

“What do you want? Why did you bring me home?”

“You’re in no position to ask any questions. If you want there to be any chance of surviving here, I strongly suggest you do as I say. We can go about this the easy way if you cooperate just a little bit. If you choose not to… well, I suppose some good old torture will have to do.”

She spat in my face again.

“You think I’m afraid of you? Do your worst.”

I slowly wiped it off my cheek and coldly bashed her hard over the head with the hilt of the gun in my right hand.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“You think I’m afraid of physical pain?” She didn’t shrink back at all, and her menacing glare toward me didn’t diminish at all.

“I see, so physical pain won’t cut it? Then… how about I let you relive your past all over again?”

When I said that it felt like various scenes flashed through her mind as her eyes momentarily faltered.

“Nothing to say back to that? The darkest trauma that plagues your heart? The same sort of things you’ve forced women who didn’t hold the same values as you to experience so they would grow to hate men just like you?”

“I’m... not afraid…”

“You sure don’t sound anywhere near as confident as before. Would you like to have a bunch of men spit, piss, and shit all over you as they rape you over and over again for days on end?”

She began to breathe faster as her traumas were brought to light. Her pupils displayed. She was no longer looking at me, but at the ground.

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“How about I add in some of those girls who you’ve pulled over to your side? They can join you in experiencing hell.”

“You coward! Why would you bring them into this!” She screamed through her ragged breaths.

“Oh? What’s wrong? Did I hit a nerve? But isn’t this exactly what you’ve done to others all this time? Do you really have a right to speak about dragging unrelated people into your own personal vendettas? If you’re prepared to do it to others, you should be prepared for it to happen to you, don’t you think? It’s only fair.” I raised her chin up and squeezed her jaw to force her to look me in the eyes.

“Will you cooperate? Or will you relive your worst nightmare?”

“Hah… What… hah… do you… hah… want… hah… me to do?”

“It’s very, very simple. All I want you to do is record a few lines for me like a good girl. That’s all, nothing too difficult.”

“What are you planning to do?”

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out. Will you do it? Or not?”

“If you… promise to leave the girls close to me alone… I’ll do it.”

“Sure, I promise. But aren’t you quite admirable? Rather than trying to protect yourself, you choose to try and protect others. If only those others weren’t the very same girls you did all those awful things to in the name of forcing them to submit and be loyal to you.”

“Fuck off. What would you know? I didn’t do those sorts of things to all of them.”

“Oh? You didn’t? But… you’re not denying you did it though.”

She bit her lip and squeezed out, “It’s their fault. They… didn’t understand how terrible men were. I had to teach… properly educate them so they would learn.”

“Well, it’s none of my business. I don’t particularly care what you do. If you didn’t go after me or anyone close to me I wouldn’t have lifted a finger. You can only blame this entire situation on yourself for making an enemy out of me.”

“All men are my enemy.”

“Yes. And I won’t show mercy to an enemy who’s a threat to my life.”

After our little agreement, I took out a pen and keychain I’d borrowed from Rosa. The pen had a microphone and speaker to record and playback audio inside it. To start recording you needed to push the pen in once. To stop recording you pressed it again to retract it. It was pretty high quality. 

The keychain could connect to the pen through Bluetooth. There was a small display on the keychain along with three buttons. Two to navigate through the recordings and one to pause and play the selected audio recording. Each recording could be named. There was also a small micro USB port on the keychain which allowed you to upload or download audio files to and from it. It was quite a convenient little device. It was what Rosa used to record the conversation Malory’s goons had.

“What’s that?”

“It’s not important. Just repeat what I tell you to.”

I had her record a few different lines and had them saved on the pen. I named them whatever the dialogue line was on the keychain. It took a while to save them all with just two buttons to select the characters. The pause/play button was used to move to the next letter. To finalize the name you had to hold the pause/play button down for three seconds.

After about twenty minutes I was done. 

With the audio prepared, I only had one last thing I had to do. The keychain had one more function. The ability to store images on it. On our way here, I used Rosa’s laptop to transfer an image from a USB I had onto the keychain. I was originally planning to use Malory’s computer to transfer it onto her phone, but I didn’t want to take the risk. I made a last-minute change to the plan when Rosa played back the conversation from the two Malory killed earlier using it.

I connected the keychain directly to Malory’s phone and saved a picture I’d prepared long in advance with much effort over the last five weeks. It was my final trump card. Thanks to Yuna, I’d been able to track down Malory’s social media. I used her selfies and pictures she’d taken of her place to create a very convincing photo.

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