Bring It On, Detective

WU

"NUMBER TWO." PAPA stood in front of her while she was sitting on the couch. She's in his room, sitting on his bed. He told her to go with him, and she followed him.

She will follow whatever her papa says.

"Lie on the bed," he commanded, and she did. She stared at the white ceiling, the crystal chandelier hanging just above her. What is Papa going to do with her?

She felt him touch her breasts, squeezing them, and she flinched away, surprised by his action. Forehead knotting in confusion, she looked at her papa.

"What are you doing, Papa?" her voice, although gentle and soft, was laced with confusion. Her soft eyebrows arched as she looked at Papa. She doesn't know why her papa touched her.

A sly smile formed across his lips, the spiral in his eyes seemed like it was swirling.

"Let me touch you."

And when his voice echoed through her ears, she nodded without hesitation and relaxed on the bed. Of course, it's Papa. She will do what he says.

There was an evil grin on his face as he lifted his hand and touched her breast, but before he could do it, there was a knock on the door. She saw how Papa closed his eyes tight and tilted his head upwards.

His shoulders rose up and down, and he was breathing heavily. His fists are clenched, and so is his jaw. It was as if he was controlling himself not to burst.

He opened his eyes again and looked at her, giving her a tight smile. "Stay here, Number Two."

She nodded again, and he turned his back and began to take a step towards the door. He opened it, and he saw an old man in his army uniform. He's probably around 60, at nakasuot din ito ng peaked cap.

Oh, she recognized that uniform. Iyan ang uniform ng mga guards.

"The hypnotist was asking when to conduct the hypnosis so she could gather the bots. The enemies are already moving," the guard stated coldly while looking intently at Papa.

She couldn't see Papa's reaction dahil nakatalikod ito sa kanya, but she could sense that he's in deep thought. The enemies are already moving. . .

Papa needs their help. They will kill their enemies again like before.

"Tonight." Papa looked at her before looking at the guard again. "Gather the bots in the main laboratory after dinner. I'll tell Number Two what to do."

The guard looked at her before his gaze locked on Papa again. Nodding, he lifted his index and middle finger and saluted to Papa. "Yes, Sir."

He walked away, and Papa closed the door. Dahan-dahan siyang umupo sa kama at tumagilid ang kanyang ulo.

"Do you need our help, Papa?"

Papa looked at her, and stared at her intently, his gaze moving up and down her body. Clicking his tongue and closing his eyes, he nodded.

"Yeah. I will talk to you later, Number Two. I just have to go somewhere and prepare the room. For now, you can do whatever you want. Just don't leave the building."

She nodded. "Can I visit my friends, Papa? I want to play with Number Eleven and Number Three." They are her best friends. She remembers playing role-plays with them and guessing games.

Papa gave her a tight smile and nodded his head. "Sure, you can. But you can only do so after their break time and when they're back in their area. That would be at," he checked his wristwatch, "three. They are still having their snacks. They need energy. You need energy, too, Number Two. So, take a rest after playing with them. You only have an hour. Understood?"