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Dear Detective	By : J-FSindel Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 2762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Think About It
- 2-The Deal
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After their meeting, Chun Li was quite literally thrown over Bison’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It didn’t help that he was humming a popular Thai children’s tune as he was doing it, looking rather ridiculous (in her opinion) as he walked down the hall.

“Here we are.” He announced, opening a sliding door, “If this was a carnival game, I would guess your weight is...201?”

Chun Li could only glare at him in silence. Bison threw her haphazardly on the bed, letting her lay there in an uncomfortable position. The tyrant then left abruptly and Chun Li stared at the ceiling, moaning quietly in pain.

Before she knew it, her vision was suddenly blocked by cloth. Coughing hard, she let her hand reach up and grab the offending object.

It was a nightgown. It was a pretty bad one, Chun Li had to admit; bright yellow, silky, and absolutely distasteful with the lace coverings. Definitely not her shorts, bra, and apron.

“What is this?” She asked slowly, trying to fathom exactly why Bison couldn’t pick out a better color.

“Well, I’m certainly not going to wear it.” Bison’s quick reply came, “So I guess you’ll have to. Unless you want to sleep naked which is fine by me.”

The thought of Bison wearing such a thing did make her laugh internally. However, she barely managed to sit up before falling backwards again. The pain was so great and radiant that Chun Li could hardly breathe.

“I’m not going to tuck you in, Detective.” Bison stated, circling to her side of the bed, “You’re going to have to take care of yourself, you know. If you were looking for a father figure, you definitely came to the wrong place. Now calling me Daddy in bed, that I can get behind...”

Chun Li winced in pain, getting up again. She choked back a sob, biting down her lip hard. It would be much more bearable if Bison didn’t blather on.

She reached out to grab his arm but he moved out of the way, letting her fall out of bed. Her body sprawled out on the side of the bed and floor, panting hard.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then.” Bison bid good-bye, waving her off jokingly as he left. Chun Li tried to flip him off but her fingers ached too much so it looked like she was only half-heartedly into the gesture.

After thirty minutes on the floor, Chun Li prepared herself for a world of pain and managed to get into a sitting position. Trying to hold back tears of agony, she barely made it through taking off her clothes before falling back onto the floor.

“I wish I was dead.” She muttered to no one in particular.

Another hour went by and she finally worked up the courage to slide the nightgown up her legs and on her shoulders. It took about twenty minutes to achieve the feat and another ten minutes to push herself towards the bed and collapse on it.
Her body completely gave out and Chun Li fell into a deep sleep.

Before she knew it, she opened her eyes and she was somewhere else. Confused, she sat up in bed and realized she was devoid of wounds or bruises. Even her legs felt completely fine.

Had she been moved? No. She couldn’t have been. Bison left her in misery for his own entertainment; why move her?

She finally caught a glimpse in the mirror. That was not the same Chun Li who had gotten beaten down earlier. That was a Chun Li made up like a royal princess.

It must be a dream. But what a strange and peculiar dream!

Chun Li looked and felt very pretty in her exquisite and extravagant dress. Blue ball gown with extravagant white sashes and gold jewels stitched in, forming around her waist and cleavage like a second skin.

The image left her to seek out answers. She looked around the room.

On the wall behind her, there was a large flag. It was China’s flag, to be exact. But China’s flag had changed to something else--instead of the five stars that she was accustomed to, it was emblazoned with a softer image of plum blossom and three stripes on the bottom--blue, gold, and white in that order.

The map on her right had changed too. Though China had always been huge, it now encompassed half of Russia as well as Nepal and parts of India. It now bordered on Thailand, which had extended the borders all the way to Japan.

Chun Li realized she was in a throne room of some sorts. Hers? A steward she had never laid eyes upon before scuttled up to her.

“Your majesty,” the man bowed deeply, “The Global President is here.”

Oh yes. She knew exactly where this was going. Chun Li patiently waited as a familiar stride of boots and pomp strolled through this majestic throne room, mockingly motioning to her in greeting. Of course, it was Bison, who was wearing his traditional outfit.

“I have to say, I may have imagined the dress but you wear it well.” Bison immediately said, “My goodness. Blue is a fascinating color on you.”

“What is going on?” Chun Li cut it short, “What happened?”

“You fell asleep. It’s a dream. Send away your consorts and we’ll talk. Or not. Doesn’t matter.” Bison explained, shooing away her imagined servants, “Being queen is a fun little enterprise, isn’t it?”

“Global President.” She flatly said.

“I like the word “President”. I love it, in fact. It’s so..positive. President this. President that.” Bison walked up to her, crossing his arms, “When I rule, I’m Global President. Sounds childish but you can’t imagine the rush you get when people call you that.”

“I want to wake up now.” Chun Li leveled her eyes at him.

“If you truly did, Detective, you’d be awake. Is it true that you always had a princess inside of you, yearning to come out?” Bison circle behind her, his tone taunting, “A beloved and beautiful princess, ruling over her people who adore and worship her? Besides. I worked so hard to create this for you. Indulge me a little, dear Detective, and at least learn some fake dream history.”

“The flag.” She decided to play along.

“It’s your favorite flower. The stripes represent your favorite combination of colors.” Bison answered.

“The map.” Chun Li continued rapid fire.

“I gave you more area to rule. You’re a generous and doting ruler, albeit I make the decisions. The people love you and wish no rebellion against you. Though you rule a small area compared to the others, you are the second most successful. Your country is wealthy, your people are fed, and…”

“Loyal. They’re loyal to you.” She interrupted calmly.

He smiled, “Yes. The most loyal.”

She glanced at the map again, “Thailand is yours.”

“No, Detective. Everything is mine. I just appreciate Thailand as my world hub capital. It is my home of my heart. I placed you very close to me for a reason. Every year, our leaders converge for a wonderful ball and dance the first dance of spring. It’s to give the people hope. Highly televised.” Bison explained.

“...Leaders converge. You and me.” Chun Li carefully concluded.

“China is my closest ally. It shows the partnership and alliance forged between the two and how it works so splendidly together as a machine. I lead, you follow. As it should be.” Bison clarified further, “Your fashion is the talk for the year.”

“...We’re married, aren’t we.” Chun Li stated, looking at him hard. He shrugged.

“How else can an alliance be forged without an unbreakable vow? How else can something be propositioned without marriage? A man with a wife is looked more favorably, especially if the wife owns her own country. You’re still a figurehead position so the limited responsibility and unlimited wealth helps greatly.” Bison remarked, “If you prefer, love doesn’t have to be part of the equation. I only request loyalty and occasional trysts of lust to keep up appearances. Or to blow off steam. Running a world is can be stressful.”

“I don’t appreciate being degraded to weak sex toy.” Chun Li quietly spoke, taking notice that she had manicured nails, “Even if I am beloved, it shows how little you respect women. They are for your benefit and depraved needs, not for equals. I look pretty for you, I am loved because it benefits you, and I am here as your fluid receptacle.”

Bison chuckled plainly, clearly amused by the challenge, “No one is my equal, Detective. It’s best you understand that now. And I put you--you in particular--on a pedestal. I want you to be admired by any and all, from far and wide.”

“Either way, I’m still your object.” It was her turn to shrug.

“Pet. Try to look at it that way. It makes it softer.” Bison advised, waving his hand idly, “And besides, I ask for so little in return for so much. Obedience is rewarded. Wealth and power bestowed for loyalty. Sex is just the ultimate form of humanity, isn’t it? It makes us feel human. You’d never want for anything again. Your people, who are suffering under the iron grip of Chinese communism, would be happy and cared for. No more starvation. No more pain.”

She looked at the flag again for a second before, “...No.”

“Ah. There’s no getting through to you.” Bison didn’t seem to mind her rejection much, “It doesn’t matter. Far as I’m concerned, you’re my prisoner still. I’ll find a way to through your lock, Detective.”

The sound of humming woke her up. Chun Li darted to a sitting position on her bed, her bleary eyes taking notice of the bunched up covers around her.

It didn’t look like any intruder had made their way into her room. She tore off the covers and checked herself for assault. To her relief, she came up with nothing but the previous bruises and redness from her fight with Bison.

Chun Li needed a shower like a lifesaving antidote. Stripping herself of her clothes, she turned on the shower and gave herself ten minutes maximum. There had to be cameras and while Chun Li was not akin to giving the tyrant what he wanted, she knew she needed closure.

Checking the water with her hand, Chun Li turned to search the bathroom for products before she noticed a note taped on her mirror. Now the detective was aggravated; she should have noticed the hilariously ridiculous bright red note on her vanity mirror.

Tearing off the note, she skimmed it. It was Bison’s handwriting; beautiful, elegant, yet traces of psychopathic tendencies in his swirling cursive.

Detective,
I’m glad you found my note. After you fell asleep, I forgot to mention we’re having breakfast.
Hurry up and don’t make me wait for you.
Someone will come by and pick you up. Try not to be too bitchy to them; they have long days like you.
Lord M.Bison

Well, that solved the mystery that “M” did not stand for “Master” Bison unless he choose to be intentionally grammatically incorrect. Chun Li crumpled up his note and tossed it aside, throwing open a cabinet and finding her bathing products.

Clicking open the shampoo, she sniffed it. It was star fruit, one of her favorite scents. Turning over the ingredients bottle, Chun Li was surprised that Bison had chosen the exact same formula she used in her own apartment.

For a moment, she wondered if he had someone break into her place to check out her personal product affiliations or if he just gathered any information he could over the years…
Was there makeup as well? She tossed open a few drawers and found unopened lipstick containers, powders, and all kinds of beauty products. In fact, not only where the beauty containers the same as her old ones but at a much higher quality. One of the glass bottles of foundation was four hundred dollars per ten ounces!

Chun Li ran her fingers over the label before scoffing. He could buy her expensive makeup but claimed he couldn’t give her a real doctor to look over her injuries because of “cost saving measures”?

The water was ready. She grabbed her shampoo and soap and stepped into the shower. The tiles were cold under her feet, a welcome relief from the rainforest muggy heat. Chun Li knew she could spend hours under the hard pressure of the showerhead as it massaged her shoulders but she knew better.

Nine minutes and 59 seconds later, she turned off the water and grabbed her towel. There was a moment of relaxation as the heat had worked into her body and calmed her resolve. For a bit there, she was clean and free of bruises, blisters, and hatred of Bison.

Chun Li buried her face into her towel as she walked into the bedroom before she felt another presence there. She lifted her head from the towel and saw a young, lavender haired girl in a dark blue uniform that reminded Chun Li of Cammy’s outfit.

She supposed that everyone had a way into her room now. Chun Li wrapped the towel around her naked body, tying it at the top.

“Something you need?” She sarcastically asked and the young girl moved her feet into saluting position.

“Lord Bison sent me.” The tone was robotic and soft, “I am Marz. I am here to assist you in getting ready and going to breakfast.”

Chun Li grimaced at the young girl; she seemed so anxious and shy. Marz’s voice was clearly cracking under speaking to her and Chun Li couldn’t help but notice the light blonde roots on the top of her head. Bison probably dyes her hair in order to tell her apart.

Out of the corner of her eye, Chun Li spotted a light pink sundress laying on the bed. The young servant must have fished that out of the closet for her to wear--or worse, Bison instructed her to bring that dress. The dress was airy, sleeveless, and petite, a far cry from Chun Li’s abrasive personality, but it was also excruciatingly short and hemmed very high.

“Tell Bison I’m not interested in him or his little doll clothes.” Chun Li replied abruptly, taking a seat on the bed. Marz appeared worried, her small lips trembling.

“Detective Xiang, please don’t make me tell him the bad news.” Marz pleaded softly, stiffening at the very thought of a conversation with her superior, “He’ll get angry and…”

Chun Li winced, understanding why Bison specifically chose her; if this girl made her feel sorry for her, she would play along with his game.

Well, Chun Li didn’t know her well enough to care and quite frankly, the entire operation was a ploy.

“Final decision.” Chun Li said, mimicking filing her nails to flout Marz’s ebbing anxiety attack, “Go on. I’m sure he’s watching anyway.”

Marz gave a trembling salute and Chun Li watched her scurry off in fear. After a few minutes, Chun Li gave a satisfied smirk as the door reopened to reveal an annoyed dictator. Bison cautiously leveled his head as he strided in, crossing his arms. Marz followed behind him, shivering in fear. Chun Li could not see any physical harm fallen onto her but it was hard to tell at a distance.

“Do tell me why you’re late to breakfast.” Bison purred, “And not even dressed. I have the gracious idea to feed you and you reject it.”

“I will not wear those clothes you provide.” Chun Li simply said, “It’s demeaning and quite honestly, sending your servants to check on me is insulting. Am I some dog that needs constant supervision?”

“And you choose to starve. Goodness. Apologies my fashion sense isn’t so high and mighty as yours. I don’t spend my time with the latest fashion trends.” Bison mocked her, “I’m sure clothes do a fine job unless you want me to stick you in a g-string and call it a day.”

“Lord Bison, I tried to explain…” Marz trailed off before Bison raised his hand to silence her.

“I’m certain you did your best.” There was some caustic tone in response, “Some dogs have to be trained by the best.”

That answered the dog question. Chun Li cleared her throat, standing up to gain better footing in this discussion. The towel gently tugged a little but it didn’t slip over her bosom.

“I have no need to discuss motives here, Bison. I’ve explained myself, your servant has explained herself, and you’ve reiterated it. There’s nothing else now.” Chun Li said, “Surely you understand the end of an argument?”

“This is hardly an argument, Detective.” He retorted, “This is a blatant attempt to be disobedient and provoke me, albeit, in the weakest scenario possible. You realize I could drug you, dress you myself, and drag you to breakfast? There’s no winning here, Detective. It’s just you without any winning hands.”

Marz looked straight ahead at Chun Li, clearly confused at her lack of fear. Chun Li suspected that Marz may never have seen a woman stand up to Bison.

“Would you prefer running around naked? I have no qualms but…” Bison started to proffer.

As a act of rebellion, she shed her towel and placed her hand on her hip. Though Bison perceived himself as a god, she soon realized that he still had qualities of a man and his grin was evidenced by that. Marz, however, looked embarrassed and attempted to cover her eyes. Her fair face turned a bright red.

“...As I was saying.” He cleared his throat, “The jungle here is very unforgiving to bug bites. I would hate to have your entire body covered in mosquito bites and malaria, you know. And some of these men haven’t seen a beautiful women in several months. Without my protection, you might find yourself in compromising positions.”

The threat of a violent sexual assault didn’t deter her. She merely made a large gesture with her left arm.

“They’re welcome to try.” Chun Li challenged.

Bison hemmed at the thought, “Nobody is that good, Detective. I would question if this was just some fantasy you intended to play out without admitting it out loud. No judgements here, Detective, but I’d like to remind you that I don’t have a maternity leave policy and you’re definitely going to have a lot of reminders of your rash decision.”

Her throat felt a little dry as he said that. Rape was one thing but being an unwanted mother was an entirely different monster she wasn’t prepared for. Though she had her suspicions that Bison threatened death to anyone who would touch her, she couldn’t take that risk.

“Fine. Leave.” She accepted but wouldn’t budge her stance, “So I can get dressed.”

Bison turned to a thoroughly embarrassed Marz, motioning her with a slight of his head. “Leave, Agent Marz.” He commanded and Marz nodded, quickly saluting before scurrying off. He turned back around.

“You as well.” Chun Li added on.

He scoffed, “Am I missing something? You’re already naked. The idea of me leaving would be so I wouldn’t see that but you put that on full display.”

Chun Li tapped her foot, crossing her arms, “Now.”

Bison furrowed his brow in ridicule, “You do not give me orders, Detective. I never took a demand from a naked woman and you’re not going to make me start now. Now, get dressed so I can finally tolerate your snide behavior over my coffee.”

“Then turn around.” She persisted, making him roll his eyes. Strange how she never saw him do that before. It was actually somewhat bizarre since he didn’t have pupils.

“I’m definitely not going to turn my back on a woman who thinks I allegedly killed her father.” He turned down, “That’s just stupid.”

“Then close your eyes.” Chun Li wouldn’t give up. Bison finally stopped and then jokingly took off his hat, tilting it in front of his face. She could have sworn he winked at her from behind the brim.

Chun Li accepted his compromise unwillingly, sliding on her underwear and sundress. She was dismayed to realize the damn dress wouldn’t allow a bra but decided it wasn’t worth fighting over again.

At least there were sandals and not heels. Bison had some sense of common decency instead of male fantasy.

“Let’s go.” She said with a flat tone, clearly done with this day. Bison placed his hat back on his head and then surmised her appearance.

“Not even your hair?” He queried with a sense of heavy condescending aura. Chun Li flipped a strand of her loose hair stubbornly, letting it fall back into place.

“Done.” She announced. Bison chuckled a bit before motioning her out the door.

“Shall we, Detective?” He said, “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll escort you. Can’t have a little thing like you get lost, can we?”

Chun Li walked straight ahead, not looking at him directly. She heard the door slide shut behind her and Bison easily keeping up with her strides. Her legs were long and quick but his pace was definitely able to match; his boots didn’t make such a heavy thud when walking but he made it look intimidating nonetheless.

After about ten minutes, he motioned her into an open door.

“Here, Detective.” Bison acknowledged their stop, “Your seat is next to mine. By the way, there’s no steak knives so don’t try to smuggle that anywhere. And with that short dress, you wouldn’t be able to hide anything internally anyway.”

So that was his reasoning for the sundress. Chun Li glanced at his face for a second before taking her seat right next to the head of the table. There were only two chairs and she suspected the nicer one was his. She was right, of course, as Bison comfortably took his seat.

Chun Li noticed that another young woman appeared, this time with dark brown hair. The young woman had a full pot of hot coffee and she poured it in the cup that sat before Bison.

“Santamu, please greet Detective Xiang.” Bison ordered, making Santamu bow at her.

“It’s lovely to have you, Detective Xiang.” The girl addressed Chun Li, “I will be helping serve today.”

Chun Li could only pause before, “This is probably the most disgusting thing I have ever seen and I’ve seen Vega take a heart from a live bull.”

Santamu appeared shocked as Bison cracked another smile. He sipped his coffee as Santamu glanced back at Bison, expecting the worst.

“Oh really?” He finally said, “Can’t be any worse than Vega consuming the heart of a live bull.”

“I said he took it, not--”

“He eats them, Detective. I know this personally.” Bison interrupted, “Now how is this so much worse than that because I can tell you, that’s very high up there.”

Chun Li took another look at Santamu, “You brainwashed these girls to serve you and please you. It’s disgusting. A man like you should have more honor than playing skip rope with underage consent.”

Bison leaned over, clasping his hands, “They’re happy, aren’t they? Maybe serving me makes some people happy. Look at F.A.N.G. He’s happy. In a way. A strange, undiluted, masochist way towards me.”

F.A.N.G did unnerve Chun Li; not because he was any good at his skill but because he did love Bison a little too much. At least the dictator acknowledged the creepiness that his subordinate had. The detective closed her eyes and jeered at the proposed theory Bison had.

“They don’t know any different because you removed all that from their mind.” Chun Li simply stated, “That’s not happiness. That’s slavery.”

Santamu remained silent, the coffeepot tight in her hand. Bison rested his chin on his hand, smiling away as if this was all highly amusing to him.

“Says the woman who threw away every chance to be happy by tracking me down.” Bison pointed out, “You don’t even know what you’re referring to when you speak of this emotion. You’re just arrogant, as usual, and your posture speaks different volumes of overconfidence. Perhaps if I brainwashed you for a day to kneel at my feet, you could understand my position a little better.”

Chun Li glared at him, her tongue angrily dragging across the edge of her top teeth in attempt to thwart her rage. Bison then turned his head to Santamu.

“Bring the plates out.” He instructed, “And bring the detective water. Undrugged this time. She hates that.”

“Do they even understand your sense of humor?” Chun Li said with irritability. Bison took another drink of his coffee.

“I mean, you don’t even understand my sense of humor and you’re not brainwashed.” He said, “Is it wrong of me to find some light air in situations here and there? Besides, you’re acting like they’re dumb mannequins. They have feelings and whatnot.”

Before Chun Li could reply, the young servant brought out two plates of food. A plate of fresh fruits and meats set in front of the detective and Chun Li looked down. God, it looked delicious; a far cry from rations and vaguely flavored powdered foodstuffs.

The last good thing she ate was the package of stale peanuts she had on the plane to Brazil.

Bison’s food didn’t look any different except he had some bowl of thick sauce next to his food. It smelled vaguely spicy and peppery.

She saw Bison begin to eat, strangely gentle and delicate with his utensils. It did click in her mind that he had good manners as any respectable wealthy man would but it was just strange seeing him accomplish something else besides fighting.

After a few minutes, Chun Li decided being poisoned was fine and stuck her fork into a mango slice. Hell, dying by fruit sounded amazing right now. The juicy, sweet slice slid down her throat and she thought she could orgasm from the taste alone. She almost forgot that Bison was there, watching her every move, and she completely forgot that she had to compose herself afterwards.

Where did he get all of this? She had perfectly ripe fruit before but this was heavenly.

Santamu was attentive to Bison’s needs, constantly refilling his coffee and laboring over his breakfast choices. Chun Li felt somewhat awful for mistreating her and Marz but she couldn’t help herself around those who feed Bison’s ego…

A slice fell off her fork and into the cleavage of her dress. For a moment, Chun Li wondered if she could play it off and remove it later when he wasn’t around but the honeyed juices started to become sticky. Taking her napkin, she fished out the errant mango slice from between her breasts.

“Did your father not teach you table manners?” Bison suddenly piped up, “Or do I have to hand-feed you?”

Chun Li dropped the slice on her napkin next to her plate, “It was an accident. Besides, would you rather have your servant girl fish it out for me?”

“She probably could have done it less conspicuously.” Bison replied, “But fine. I enjoy a morning that starts with a woman fondling her breasts.”

Chun Li turned a slight shade of pink before shaking the color away from her face. The sticky mess was still between her breasts but she opted to wait until later to clean it.

“You save all your good lines for your dreams?” Chun Li pushed back, “Perhaps you practice them in dreams and use the ones that work in real life?”

Bison set his coffee down, “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about, Bison.” She zeroed in on his sentence, “Last night? The dream that you have been avoiding talking about all morning?”

“What dream?” Bison queried.

“Don’t lie to me, Bison.” Chun Li accused him flatly.

“I have powers, yes, but I don’t have the power to interfere or place dreams in your mind.” Bison purred, “But now I’m very interested. What was it about? It must have been quite excellent if you are just a slight shade of anger.”

At the core, Bison was perverted and disgusting. If only she could strike her fist across the side of his face but she didn’t want to lose her life just yet.

“Play stupid, Bison. That’s fine.” Chun Li said, intentionally pushing her fork away, “Why am I here? And why exactly am I being forced to withstand this nonsense? I’ve had enough.”

“You broke into my fortress. I’ve been treating you with shelter, healthcare, and food but you eschew all forms of pleasurable company for a stubborn disposition.” Bison reminded her shortly, “Now, you can amicable or I can break you into the sweetest, gentlest little woman on this side of the Earth. I’ve no reason or business to hear out your tantrums so don’t give me an opportunity to destroy every last shred of your spirit.”

Chun Li said nothing before Bison tapped his fingers on the table.

“But now that you decided to bring it up, I do have a place for you.” He stated, “There’s a reason I decided to keep you alive and retaining your free will. I see you won’t stop until I explain it.”

She pushed her heel down tight on the floor, ready to attack if necessary, “What is it?”

“A proposition.” Bison said, picking up his fork to place it on his plate, “Just one.”

She stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He appeared to have gotten the hint because he cleared his throat, pressing forward in business. Bison snapped his fingers at Santamu and she bowed, clearing the dishes and leaving.

“I was pondering what you were saying last night and I’ve pulled your files...well, again. You have a doctorate in Psychology and your dissertation was on behaviors of psychopaths, namely isolating those who target women.” Bison continued on, “And I thought to myself ‘What the hell, I can get a free counseling session’. It’d be a shame to waste such talent in that field over petty bickering and arguing, wouldn’t you say?”

The woman tightened her jaw in surprise. Bison was asking her to be his therapist? For what reason would he care about her clinical opinion? Not to mention that she had been out of the field for years.

“Why would you of all people care?” Chun Li didn’t mask her blatant disbelief in him. He twitched into a smile, one of many hard to distinguish ones.

“Knowing my weakness and psyche is rather important to me. You have studied me for years so you must know me better than I know myself, Detective. I can only imagine you poring over your notes and case files, combining all your precious knowledge of my habits and patterns. You’ve uncovered a weakness of mine through all these years. Several, I figure, if you’re quite good at your job and if I’m that transparent. What better way for a ruler to cement his power than to destroy any weakness?” Bison explained matter of factly, his hand to his chin as if he was the one studying her response, “And it would give you a first hands-on experience with the man you’ve been craving for so long. Unless...you wish to go back to your room and wither away from starvation and thirst.”

Her lips pursed.

“If you want payment for services rendered, Detective, I’ll be more than happy to. Name your price. There is nothing in this world I cannot provide.” He declared rather confidently.

“My father.” She shot back coolly. In return, he laughed.

“I think I remember where his body laid last. Would you like to know where it is?” Bison rose to her challenge, his white eyes leering in response. “That is, if his bones haven’t turned to dust and--”

Chun Li bit the inside of her mouth, forcing her tantrum to ebb beneath her skin. He was provoking a response from her.

“Has anyone told you that you look particularly well for a pissed off woman?” Bison changed his focus, shifting his seat in his chair, “Tell me, Detective, or I decide you’re simply not worth my effort.”

“...Give me my freedom.” Chun Li decided to bargain, her teeth grinding from stress, “And I’ll compile a list.”

“Not. Good. Enough.” Bison waved his forefinger in a circle, trapezing over her words, “I want therapy sessions. One on one. Safe environment, I won’t kill you, all that good stuff you need to keep breathing. We’ll do it for a year. One year, today. And I will free you back into the world of the living, Detective. Imagine all the knowledge you can gain from me to use against me.”

It was tempting--too tempting. Her brain worked the cogs in her mind, trying to decide. He wasn’t serious about his offer but he was serious about letting her go.

She didn’t have to tell him the truth about her consultation. She could feed him lies and hide away her real notes. But she had a suspicion that Bison would never truly be forthcoming about anything in his life, much less a joke.

“Fine. I agree.” Chun Li accepted, “But on one condition.”

“Let’s entertain any sort of leverage you think you have. What is it?” Bison asked, setting his hand down on the table.

“I don’t work for Shadaloo. In any capacity, form, or trite judgment.” Chun Li stated clearly, “You do not get to say I work for this organization. I’m here as a prisoner against my will, not because I want to be.”

Bison pretended to look hurt, “Oh, my. I had such good insurance plans too. Oh well. Fine. You don’t work for me. Voila.” He snapped his fingers, “Your wish is my command.”
“Good.” Chun Li stood up, “Is this ridiculous event over? I wish to be alone now.”

Bison stood up as well, swiftly maneuvering his way in front of her. His arm stretched out to the small of her back, guiding her towards the door. Chun Li forced herself not to flinch, feeling her skin crawl.

“4:30 P.M. Today.” He said as they exited, “That’s our first appointment. I’ll have Marz take you to the office. Oh. And please treat her better. She’s probably crying into her pillow as we speak.”
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