Jerome, AZ
September 24th, 2018
19:24:52

Monica's POV

I opened up my 4th new computer of the day, watching the security feeds silently. Scientists were filling into the cafeteria like savages as Brad semi-escorted the kidnapples to dinner. This is bo-ring, I thought, slamming the laptop closed. I pressed a different button under my desk this time, one that rang a special someone.

The door opened and a short, fat, sweaty man entered the room. His shiny, hairless head reflected the ceiling lights as he ran in, huffing and puffing as much as his little, cigarette-filled heart could handle. He stood in front of my desk, attempting to look less of a mess than he was.

"Yes, Madame Herle, ma'am" he barked out with his gruff little voice, straightening his back almost as if he were trying to look taller. He was dressed in a dark blue tuxedo with a small, red bow-tie at his collar. In his hand he held a small bouquet of a dozen cucumber flowers - female ones, of course.

"Sit down, hun, nobody's watching, there's no need for formalities" I said, standing up and straightening out my new dress, one that I'd bought this morning for our celebratory date. It was our tradition, one fancy dinner for each new kidnapple we brought in.

I walked around the desk and towered over him where he sat. I leaned down and grabbed his shirt collar, whispering, "Kiss me, Curly"