Hello Beans and Queens. This one is a bit rougher than the normal.vibes and I'd love if you stopped first before listening and did a mental health check for me. Make sure you're in tje right head space to partake and get your aftercare means set up first so you can roll over after and take care of your body and mind. Okay! Thank you for reading before listening. Onto the story: You’ve gotten the flash drive. Full of documents that will finally expose the Bureau for good. Now you just have to get out of this club without anyone noticing. Invited by a kind gentleman you met at the bar last week. This wasn’t your crowd, but you knew if you passed this up, your gang would be pissed. You didn’t want to know what would come if you didn’t at least try to retrieve the notorious flash drive that held the corrupt cases the Bureau tried to hide. Mission accomplished. Only one problem: the woman who has been eyeing you across the room all night is grabbing her jacket to leave as well. The one you’ve been trying not to notice all night. She seems hyper-focused on only you, and you suddenly see the bright blue light underneath the skin of her arm. Fuck, a cyborg. Probably part of Barnesville PD. They had a special unit that was rarely seen. A mere myth in your neighborhood, and there you were. Mere feet from one of them, and her eyes still haven’t stopped tracking you incessantly. You try not to show your anxiety and slip into the bathroom. Hoping she won’t follow you. As you duck into a stall and wait, you hear footsteps enter. Soft. Almost menacing in their graceful step. The heels she’s wearing click against the linoleum floor, and you freeze. Your breath hitching in your chest, you hold it. For what feels like forever. Only exhaling when the heels disappear back out into the crowded formal party. It’s your chance to get out. Now. Quickly, you make your way through the crowd to the back door of the club and take off into the alley. The puddles splash under your feet, and you realize you don’t even know where you’re running to. Click. Click. Click. Those soft footsteps are behind you. Fuck. You speed up your walk, too inebriated to run anymore. The alley opens into a strip of bare nothingness, and a brick building blocks the only way out. You’re trapped. The worst part of it all, you're aroused by your fear. Maybe you actually wanted to get caught. Time to confess, darling… Join the Archive: https://Patreon.com/c/doingstuffwithsquid