Couple Captured On Their First Date

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Couple Captured On Their First Date

A drink missed far more than sunshine!

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The brutish elderly man slowly swilled the Conde 'Massera' Merlot in his glass behind an oak desk.

It was an antique desk that should have been in the Whitehouse,

But he had his associates swap it for a forgery.

This person considered himself a true person of real power.

And for exceptionally good reason!

He could choke the life out of any diplomat in their own embassy, in almost any part of the world, at a public gala and all around him, the world would bend over backwards to cover it up!

He spoke carefully and politely,

Politely and precisely.

The voice was soft and educated but every syllable contained a very real threat.

He was, at present, at his favourite 16th-century chateau.

He had no, officially known, name.

For men of such truly, wide World, power kept such things closer to them than their own soul.

The henchmen looked nervously on.

They were the best money could buy from some of the most clandestine agencies in existence.

They were not the sorts of people that ever normally got nervous.

But this was not a normal boss man.

“Tell me again”

He said carefully, in clipped tones

“How exactly did two trash reporters get into this compound again?”

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One henchman spoke

“We do not know sir”

“Obviously, their IDs are fake, and they are under some sort of cover”

“Normal civilians could never breach in this far!”

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The Man, we shall call him for this story, The Underworld Over Tyrant, held out his Merlot and slowly poured it on the floor.

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Both the highly trained killers in front of him gulped.

Some paired their wines with the various meals.

The Underworld Over Tyrant was a vicious sadist who paired his wines with various types of torture.

The better the wine, the more extreme the torture would be!

“I am in an Italian mood!”

He smiled without humour

“Break me out a bottle of the 1998 Masseto Toscana”

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Inside the two guards sighed with relief,

If he was starting with the cheaper stuff, then they both might not have nightmares about what he did to those poor captured people downstairs.

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In the wine cellar, underneath this 16th Century chateau, A couple, a man, and a woman were tied back-to-back.

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Their clothes were office professional yet unremarkable and both their faces were attractive yet easily forgettable.

Neither of them looked particularly scared.

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“Remember!” said the captured man “Look scared!”

The captured woman sighed, “Do I have too?”

“Really?” Said the Captured man, “You have to ask after that time in Russia?”

“Well, she pissed me off!” Scowled the captured woman.

“Well,” Said the Captured Man, “You did start that vicious rumour about her having sex with horses”

The captured woman tried to shrug through her modern climbing rope bindings.

“Ok,” She conceded “That is a fair point”

The captured woman suddenly smiled,

“I bet you ‘the first sip’, that when the big bad boss comes in that he says, ‘well, well, well,!”

The Captured man smirked and managed not to let it become a full outburst of laughter

“No way, will he do that!”

“Willing to bet the first sip on that?” The Captured woman smiled

“You're on!” Said the captured man,

“But as I said, he is bound to start on you first to try and break me!”

“So, look frightened!” he continued,

“I mean it!” finished the captured man, sternly!

“You realise” Mused the captured woman, “….IF you do not count Russia?…”

“Then technically this would be our first date!"

"Only Technically, that is!" She giggled.

The Captured man flirtatiously chirped back

“Why else did you think I had put so much effort into this outing?!"

"I wanted to make this time extra special for us both!”

"I had to dig my way out to the dreaded 'friend zone' somehow!" He smiled.

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Outside the door, the Underworld Over Tyrant rolled up his sleeves over his think scared arms.

“This shall not take long,” he told his men,

“Once I have broken a few of her teeth on my fists the man will cave in to protect her!”

“No matter how sexual politics think it changes, somethings will always remain the same!”

The Underworld Over Tyrant picked up his wine and walked in, making a grand entrance,

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“Well, Well, Well,” He gleamed at his new victims.

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The Captured woman spent every ich of her willpower not to roll her eyes, as he said it.

‘Time to win that figurative Oscar’, she told herself.

“Please let us go!” The captured woman said almost in tears,

“We promise not to tell anyone anything”

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The Tyrant smiled

“We are all highly trained professionals here”

“Don’t bother to deny that this is otherwise!”

“It is the only way you could have gotten in here!”

“So, who are you?”

“CIA black ops?”

“Mossad Ebony?

“Chinese yin hand intelligence?”

“The order of 137?”

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“Do we look Chinese to you?” said the captured man in apparent panic.

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“I warn you,” Said the Tyrant,

“Do not treat me like a fool”

“We all know here that we live at a level of the world were even, DNA is often rewritten to keep an assets cover”

“So, what you look like, means little or nothing”

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The Captured man gabbled.

“That’s just something out of a cheesy sci-fi novel,”

“This is really just one big silly mistake,”

“I cannot tell you anything because there is nothing to tell!”

“I swear”

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The Tyrant smiled,

“Let us start with Her shall we?!”

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“NO!” Screamed the captured woman.

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“Don’t you dare touch her!” Shouted the Captured man.

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The Tyrant now walked around to the captured woman,

The smell of his wine heavily on his breath.

The distinct smell of black Jammy fruits hit the captured woman's overly sensitive nostrils.

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“Let me guess,” She said defiantly meeting The Tyrant's gaze

“The 1998?!”

The Tyrant raised an eyebrow,

“You have an excellent nose young lady,” The tyrant said

“The 2015 is better” She stated flatly “Older is Not always better!”

“You obviously, lack a certain refinement in taste,” She said as if to a mere child.

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The Tyrant stretched out his hand and poured the Merlot on to the floor.

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“Gentlemen,” he said addressing his guards but keeping his enraged eyes on her,

“Bring me out a glass of the Le Pin 98!”

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Very quickly the glass was brought to him.

The Tyrant was going to start with just a few slaps.

But now,

Now this woman was going to have a full-on beating accompanied by this higher grade of wine!

He took a gentle sip of this fine wine, enjoying the tones of ripe fruit, before slowly placing it down.

With a crack, his large muscular weight quickly pummelled the woman's face in a flurry of jaw crushing successive blows!

These were not normal mere thug punches!

These were instead well-aimed, highly trained, martial art punches.

Of course, she would not be able to tell him much as she drowned in her own blood with a destroyed jaw, but she had dared displease him!

When he had finally needed rest, after about half an hour, he stopped to enjoy the look of his finished efforts.

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There was not any blood?

There were no sticking out broken bones all over her face

There was not even a single scratch!

Her make-up was not even smudged!

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The two guards looked away, embarrassed for the Tyrant.

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The Tyrant kept his composure

“What gadget have you used little bitch spy?”

“Armoured face cream?”

“Subdermal mesh armour”

“No matter!”

“Things can always get worse for you, my little cow!”

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He rubbed his sore fist then reached for his merlot,

His hand, now stretched-out his glass, and held the glass and at arm's length,

Pouring it onto the floor!

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“Gentlemen!”

“Bring me a glass of the 62 Petrus!”

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The two normally ruthless henchmen were horrified!

Almost no one got the torture that paired with the 62 Petrus!

“Let me guess!" she said

“If your next effort does not work,"

"Are you going to then wastefully pour that onto the floor as well?!” Accused the Captured Woman very angrily.

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“DON’T DO IT!” Warned the captured man.

“I am telling you now!”

“Do NOT do it!” the captured man shouted.

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The Tyrant hissed back,

“The sow bought this upon herself!”

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The Captured man shouted back,

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“I was NOT talking to you!”

“I was talking to HER!”

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The Underworld Over Tyrant was once one of the most powerful people in the entire world!

After about 0.25 of a second, both his and his elite men were only a red smear around the walls

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“Dam it!” said Her partner, standing up,

The ropes easily snapping like mere candy floss.

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“I was NOT going to let him live to pour a glass of 62 Petrus onto the floor!”

The Woman scowled back angrily.

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“You cannot even drink wine anymore!”

Replied the man!

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“I Know!” replied the Woman with childish inflexion and attitude

“But I USED to enjoy wine!”

“A LOT!” She punctuated her statement.

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The man casually walked to a bit of seemingly random wall,

With a wave of his hand, it slid open!

Here was a chamber that the former head crime Tyrant of the world had never knew existed.

It was a chamber that has not been opened since the 16th Century.

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“Do you miss it?”

Asked the man as he ran his finger over the revealed secret shelves of the now exposed dusty wine bottles.

Wine bottles that did not have any wine in them!

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“Miss What?” Asked the woman.

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“Drinking wine?” Asked the man, As he pulled out a dusty bottle with glowing magical runes on it.

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“Far more than sunlight” She replied,

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The man pulled the cork out effortlessly with is very sharp teeth.

He went to put the sweet nectar inside to his lips.

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“Hang on!” Interrupted the Woman

“I won the bet, Remember?”

"The boss man said 'Well, well, well', and you said that he would not!"

“So, I get the first sip!”

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“Sorry,” said the man, now passing the bottle to her.

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She raised the bottle slightly in a toast

“To, what is, technically, our very first date!”

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Then she enjoyed the first sip of the ancient vampire elder blood!

The feeling of raw aeon old power now surged through her undead veins.

Tripling all her abilities forever!

Then she smiled,

Her now pointed fangs glinting in the light of the wine cellar.

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The undead man now looked upon her

His dark mistress and sire.

In the whole of the last thousand years that he had known her,

He had never loved her more!

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