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Nightmare Week: Day Four
Oct. 31st, 2008 04:16 pmWhen the next day started, Tanya barely opened her eyes. She was numb and dazed when the guards and one of the Grey Men entered the room, all silent and just watching her.
After a couple minutes, she dragged herself unsteadily to her feet, and without need to be told to, removed the tunic and let them handcuff her. Grey man almost smirked at her reactions... almost.
He personally made sure her food was laced with the right dose of drugs. Oh, they could continue to break her only with physical punishment and psychological harassment, but the drugs not only made the process speedier, they also made sure the conditioning would take root deeper.
Today's strategy combined humiliation and degrading with a more crude sort of physical pain. A numbed and passive Tanya was chained spread eagle, arms and legs wide apart, suspended a few inches above the ground. Gagged and blindfolded, she was submitted to the ministrations of one of the Black Uniforms, a virtuoso of the art of the cat of nine tails.
While speakers blared with soviet propaganda, she was beaten, the man causing red welts to rise all over her body while the cheery voice of the female announcer hammered her with offers of escape by accepting the mercy of Comrade Stalin. "Free yourself from the agony of the corrupt capitalist world! Comrade Stalin will welcome you!" When she fainted, cold water brought her back, one of the White Coats examined her to make sure the damage was not permanent yet, and the agony continued.
Still, they did not ask anything. Interrogation would just give her stimulation to resist, and there would be time for stamping out her loyalty to the Allied Forces after they broke her resistance with badgering and punishment.
The agony continued for the whole day and well into the night, cold water, electrical shocks, needles, varying the method to not let her get used to one kind of pain only. Finally she was awarded the luxury of a cold shower and a meal before being sent back to her cell, a smidgen of kindness and comfort aimed at eroding her mental defenses even more.
Finally alone, Tanya dropped to the floor like dead, asleep or unconscious even before the door fully closed.
After a couple minutes, she dragged herself unsteadily to her feet, and without need to be told to, removed the tunic and let them handcuff her. Grey man almost smirked at her reactions... almost.
He personally made sure her food was laced with the right dose of drugs. Oh, they could continue to break her only with physical punishment and psychological harassment, but the drugs not only made the process speedier, they also made sure the conditioning would take root deeper.
Today's strategy combined humiliation and degrading with a more crude sort of physical pain. A numbed and passive Tanya was chained spread eagle, arms and legs wide apart, suspended a few inches above the ground. Gagged and blindfolded, she was submitted to the ministrations of one of the Black Uniforms, a virtuoso of the art of the cat of nine tails.
While speakers blared with soviet propaganda, she was beaten, the man causing red welts to rise all over her body while the cheery voice of the female announcer hammered her with offers of escape by accepting the mercy of Comrade Stalin. "Free yourself from the agony of the corrupt capitalist world! Comrade Stalin will welcome you!" When she fainted, cold water brought her back, one of the White Coats examined her to make sure the damage was not permanent yet, and the agony continued.
Still, they did not ask anything. Interrogation would just give her stimulation to resist, and there would be time for stamping out her loyalty to the Allied Forces after they broke her resistance with badgering and punishment.
The agony continued for the whole day and well into the night, cold water, electrical shocks, needles, varying the method to not let her get used to one kind of pain only. Finally she was awarded the luxury of a cold shower and a meal before being sent back to her cell, a smidgen of kindness and comfort aimed at eroding her mental defenses even more.
Finally alone, Tanya dropped to the floor like dead, asleep or unconscious even before the door fully closed.
