“You’re one slimy fuck, Scrivens.” Sheri bristled at his words, as he shrugged slightly in response. He hadn’t expected her to be friendly, the bitch had set him on fire the last time he’d encountered her after all. Not that he held a grudge against her for it... well, not much of one. It didn't matter what she thought of him or The Company now. He didn't need her to be compliant anymore, the procedure would take care of that little detail.
“You forget sweetheart, I've seen your type. Huh, I guess you WOULD be the expert on slimy fucks then, wouldn't you? Anyway, moving on now. this procedure is really quite innovative, I must say. It’s all very non-invasive. Wouldn’t want to go drilling into that talented little head of yours after all and spoil anything. I doubt it will even leave much of a mark at all, so you don’t have to worry about looking pretty for Deadblood. He’ll never notice a thing.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” She asked, confused by this latest turn in their conversation. What exactly was he planning to do with her?
“Well, you never did give us an answer Sheri, and so I took the liberty of making your choice for you. You’re going back home, and when you get there I’m sure Deadblood will be waiting for you. When the time is right, let’s just say that you’ll have the oportunity to make good on your contract with The Company as well as take your revenge. Thing is, you’re not going to remember any of this. In a way that’s too bad. I did enjoy telling you just what a bag of shit Deadblood was, almost as much as I enjoyed watching you realize it was all true. Come to think of it, I'm actually not sure what Deadblood saw in you. It's clear he goes for the easily manipulated sluts, but you're kind of ugly too, aren't you? Pretty sure your brain wasn't the only thing injured in that accident.”
Even if she wouldn’t be remembering any of this, he din't think he'd ever forget the look on her face. It was priceless.
“And now I think it’s time for you to get back to your nap, Miss Hothead. You have a lot of work ahead, might as well rest up.” Scrivens reached for the IV drip control, and pressed it, silencing her angry muttering as the powerful sedatives overtook her again.
It wasn’t long before the medical team arrived, ready to implement the procedure Scrivens had outlined for them. After they finished the procedure, all that would be left was a short recovery time and then Sheri would be on her way with no memory of her encounter with The Company and Scrivens.
