Agent Wanda 11 Resurrection

AGENT WANDA 11: RESURRECTION

She was dead. Now she’s not. And she has no fucking clue why.Deep in a rain-soaked cabin, naked and dripping, Agent Wanda opens her eyes.

Heartbeat? Check. Memories? Gone. Clothes? Optional.Then the door kicks open.Agent X steps in, masked, silent, and very pissed off.

He’s done killing her ten times already.

Time for number eleven.One bullet to the chest.

One knife between the ribs.

Hands around her throat until her eyes roll white.

Another bullet.

Another blade, straight into her heart, again… and again… and again.Blood on the marble. Bodies on the floor.

But every time she stops breathing…

she starts again.Slow-motion agony. Gasping, arching, clawing back to life.

Lace, leather, stockings torn, skin glistening with sweat and crimson.He empties the mag.

He buries the blade to the hilt.

He watches her die beautifully…

and watches her come back even more beautiful.AGENT WANDA 11: RESURRECTION

Some girls just refuse to stay dead.

And Agent X is running out of ways to make them. Death is only the beginning.