Summary: You awaken in an unknown location, to the soft, crooning voice of the spy who abducted you. As the drugs start to wear off, pieces of your memory start to return. But who is this arrogant jerk, and why has he taken you?

PART 1

CW: seduction, innuendo, curse words, use of restraints, effects/mention of drugs

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• Gender-flipping and small tweaks are okay, but no large edits are permitted.
• Feel free to use music or insert sound effects if you’d like. Any sound effects given are suggestions–use at your discretion. *Sound effects in bold, set apart by asterisks\*
• Any dialogue or reactions given by the Listener are purely for the benefit of the VA, to help them feel like they have something to respond to while they’re acting. Listener reactions in italics.
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\Optional–for extra spice, as the Listener wakes up, we hear the Spy singing a few lines from the song “Nobody Does It Better” by Marvin Hamlisch & Carole Bayer Sager\**

“...but like heaven above me / The spy who loved me / Is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight…”

\notices the Listener waking up**

Hmm? Ah, good morning, darling. Welcome back to the land of the living. I trust you were able to get some good sleep?

\Sound effect—struggling against restraints (e.g., rope, handcuffs)\**

Oh—shhh; shhh. Easy, now. The more you struggle, the tighter those cuffs will get. I would apologize, but truth be told…I rather like seeing you restrained.

“Where…where are we?”

Where are you? \laughs** You really expect me to tell you? Come on, now, little bird; I can’t make it too easy for you. I’m sure that that keen mind of yours can figure it out, once the drugs wear off.

“Drugs? Wait…what? Who are you!?...”

Damn, that stuff really did a number on you, didn’t it? You mean to say you don’t remember any of our evening together? I’m offended, little bird. Tell me you at least remember our dance. The soft music serenading us…my arms around you, your body pressed against mine, as we floated across the floor…

The Listener starts to remember the details of the previous night.

…Ah, there we go. It seems like the pieces are starting to fall into place. Although, if you'd like...\leans in close, seductive** I'd be happy to help jog your memory further.

“F\** you!”*

\gasps; mock hurt** Oh, darling, you’ve struck me to the core!...\laughs** I’m glad to see you still have your bark, if not your bite. Who would have thought such a foul mouth lay behind those lovely lips?

“You bastard!”

A bastard? Me? \laughs** Guilty as charged. Perhaps that should be my new codename. However, if I’m a bastard, then what is the agent who falls for something as basic as a good old-fashioned Mickey Finn? Still, I suppose I can’t blame you—I imagine most anyone would be distracted by this face. Don’t worry, little bird—everyone makes mistakes.

“Stop calling me ‘little bird’!”

Stop calling you “little bird?” Very well, if you wish. In that case, shall I just refer to you by your codename…my dear Peregrine?

The Listener’s eyes widen.

Oh, yes, darling. I know who you are. Not just anyone gets this sort of special treatment from me, after all.

“You’ve been watching me.”

That’s right. I’ve been watching you for some time. I must say, the name suits you. The way you close in on your target, whatever or whoever it may be…gliding silently, unseen, before you plunge down at an unrivaled speed. The last thing the unsuspecting fool sees is your talons, a split-second away from snatching them up. It’s no wonder you’re the rising star of your agency…or perhaps “secret weapon” would be more accurate. How ironic, that the predator has now become the prey.

“And you? Am I allowed to know the name of my predator?”

\chuckle** True, I suppose fair’s fair. You can call me Wolf. It’s wonderful to meet the real you, darling. I’m afraid it would be hard for me to shake your hand at the moment…but perhaps we could take a leaf out of the French’s book, and do a kiss on each cheek?

[Author’s note: If you really want to sound pretentious, you can replace “do a kiss on each cheek” in the previous line with the actual name of the French custom, **“**faire la bise”, pronounced “fair la beese”. Refers to the greeting of kissing one another on one/both cheeks.]

The Listener glares daggers at him.

\laughs** Good lord, if looks could kill! You even have the dark-eyed glare of your namesake, my dear. On second thought, maybe I should keep my distance. Something tells me I might lose my nose if I came within striking distance of that sharp little beak.

“Enough of your bullsh\t! Why am I here!? Why did you take me!?”*

Why did I take you? \chuckle** Oh, I had a few reasons…some more practical than others. Why do you think, darling?

“To get me out of the way.”

Exactly. Did you know that wolves can hear sounds up to six miles away? Just like my namesake, I make it a point to hear everything that’s going on…every whisper, every murmur, every secret. And when I heard that you were the one assigned to recover the stolen codes…well, to be frank, I knew those powerful wings of yours were bound to get there first, unless I caged you up. Now, not only do I have you out of the way, but I imagine your agency will be quite distracted by the disappearance of its top spy. The more eyes are looking for you, the fewer eyes will be on that vault. But…when all is said and done, I’ve realized I quite like laying eyes on you. I might not mind having you as a trophy…falcons have been prized by royalty throughout history, after all.

The Listener says they’d rather die.

You’d rather die? \chuckle** Hmm…you say that, but I wonder…is that really the truth? Well, if you say so, darling. Far be it from me to doubt you…even with that slight waver in your voice.

Now, as much as I’d love to continue our little tête-à-tête all day, I’m afraid there are some other things that require my attention. Oh, I know. Don’t get jealous…as soon as I’m done, I’ll come straight home to you. If you’re good for me while I’m gone, maybe you can even earn yourself a reward. Would you like that?

“What kind of reward?”

What kind of reward? \chuckles; seductive** I suppose that depends. What sorts of things do you like, my darling? I can certainly think of some options…but we’ll just have to see if you behave, won’t we?

Yes; that’s right. Now, sit tight, my little bird. I’ll be back soon…I promise.