Evie's predicament (WIP)

The sun had set hours ago, leaving the streets of London dark and empty. Evie Frye, the legendary assassin, made her way through the shadows, her eyes fixed on her target - the mansion of wealthy businessman, William Bedford. Her mission was simple - retrieve an ancient artifact, the Shroud of Eden, that was in Bedford's possession. But as a trained assassin, Evie always had a backup plan. If needed, she was also to eliminate Bedford.

As she approached the mansion, she could sense the presence of guards patrolling the perimeter. With her signature grace and stealth, she took them out one by one, leaving no trace behind. She finally made her way to Bedford's office, where she found him sitting at his desk.

Evie pointed her gun at Bedford, her eyes cold and determined. "William Bedford," she said, "time to say your prayers."

Bedford raised his hands, a look of fear in his eyes. "Please, I have a wife and children. Don't do this."

But Evie was not one to be swayed by such pleas. She was an assassin, and she had a job to do. 

Just as she was about to pull the trigger, she heard the sound of footsteps echoing down the hall. She turned to face the door, where a burly man with a shotgun was charging towards her.

"Drop the gun!" Thomas Hargrave, the main bodyguard, yelled as he barged into the room. "Or I'll drop you, Miss Frye!"

Evie's mind raced. She saw no way out of this. She reluctantly dropped her weapon, her heart racing with adrenaline.

Hargrave approached her, keeping his shotgun trained on her. He motioned for her to not make any sudden movements as she placed the gun on the floor. "Move back, towards the wall!" he ordered. "We'll show this bloody strumpet!" said Bedford.

Bedford, who now regained his confidence and attitude asked. "Did you steal the Shroud of Eden?"

Evie shook her head. "I don't have it."

Hargrave narrowed his eyes. "If you're lying, you won't live to see the sunrise."

But Evie was not one to be intimidated. She stood tall, her gaze steady and unwavering. She knew that this was just the beginning of a long and dangerous game, but she was ready for whatever came her way.

The burly bodyguard stepped closer, his face hard and menacing.  "You said you don't have the Shroud of Eden," Thomas growled. "So let's see if that's true." 

He motioned for her to strip her clothes, his voice cold and aggressive. "Every single piece," he added. Evie took a deep breath, her mind racing. She knew she had no choice but to comply, so she slowly began to unbutton her corset, her hands trembling. 

She pulled off her corset and revealed the long sleeve shirt she was wearing underneath. Thomas narrowed his eyes and barked, "Hurry up and take off your shirt!" Reluctantly, Evie pulled off her shirt, revealing the hidden blade strapped to her left arm. 

Thomas was enraged and ordered her to take off the blade and throw it to his feet. She complied, her hands shaking as she untied the leather straps and tossed the blade to the ground. She was now left with only a skirt, tights, bra and tights. 

He then told her to take off her boots for any more hidden blades. She pulled off her boots and placed them on the floor, her heart pounding in her chest. 

The air was charged with tension, and the men seemed to take pleasure in her humiliation.

Evie's heart raced as Thomas demanded her to remove her skirt. She felt exposed and vulnerable. With trembling hands, she bent her knees and lowered her skirt to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her tights and bra. 

The men couldn't help but noticed Evie's womanly curves, and she felt a wave of shame wash over her. She wanted to turn away and hide, but she knew she had no choice.  

Evie could feel the dread building within her as Thomas and William demanded that she remove her bra as well. Her cheeks flushed with  embarrassment as she turned away from them, her eyes downcast. She  slowly began to undo her bra straps, the air around her heavy with  tension. The men's gaze upon her made her feel even more vulnerable and  exposed, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

She  took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come next in this  arduous and demeaning ordeal. Finally, she let go of her bra and let it  fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her tights. She could feel  the men's eyes lingering on her body, and she wished the ground would  swallow her up.