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When Tanya woke up, she discovered herself to be laying on a metal floor, blindfolded and handcuffed, feeling the movement of what must have been a truck... or an APC. The air was hot and heavy with the scent of dust and diesel; somewhere very near, a few people were talking in Russian.

Moving head to listen better was rewarded with a hard kick to the stomach and a stream of profanities: her captors seem to have a grudge against her, so the woman laid still and quiet. It did not prevent them from nudging and prodding her with boots and the stocks of their guns, making sure she could not relax. Royal treatment, it seemed.

After what seemed like an hour, Tanya felt the vehicle slow down, then speed up again: probably going past a checkpoint. The same thing repeated itself three more times, before another long stretch of travel, then movement ceased. Another hard kick, and then she was hauled up and dragged out.

Open air... then a door was opened and she was taken inside a building: long hallways, more doors, two flights of stairs down, hallway, doors. Tanya was roughly sat down on a chair, her handcuffs secured behind it, long moments of silence ticking by until someone pulled off the blindfold.

Date: 2008-09-17 06:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
To say that they were impressed with Tanya's 'antics' would be taking it a step too far in the wrong direction. They were irritated. Annoyed. Frustrated. Infuriated. But not impressed. For as good as she was...

...she had still been caught.

By a dog.

Which was why she was tied like one, wrists held with metal shackles and arms wretched behind the chair, locked in place. Left in the darkness until they were ready to begin.

And they were ready.

Date: 2008-09-20 04:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
His fingertips trail along her cheekbones and along her jaw as he circles the chair.

Like a shark.

"So pretty. So very pretty."

Teasing. Taunting. He does not expect this to be easy.

Date: 2008-09-21 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
She's not free. Which is why he is able to do what he wants.

"Pretty, but foolish."

The officer leans down, keeping his distance, but he puts himself in her line of vision.

"We have been waiting some time for you to decide to join us."

Date: 2008-09-21 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
Three hundred and ninety-eight.

Quite the number. Quite a few friends.

His hand grabs her jaw, grip tight, and forces her to look at him.

"You can make this easy on yourself."

Date: 2008-09-21 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
He laughs, a low and threatening sound as he wipes his fingertips through the saliva and tastes it.

"Was hoping you would say that."

He pats her cheek lightly, before he stands again and returns to the desk.

Date: 2008-09-21 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
Nothing, for awhile.

He sits at the desk and opens a file folder, and reads while glancing up at her occasionally. Waiting. He's in no hurry. The longer she sits there, the better.

Date: 2008-09-21 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
There is water dripping somewhere.

"What was the point?"

He does not expect her to answer.

Date: 2008-09-21 10:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
Eventually he rises from the chair.

"You know we will kill you. It is only a matter of when, and how much we will make you hurt. If you talk, you will be rewarded."

With a quick death.

Date: 2008-09-21 10:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
He leans against the desk.

"It is not worth the pain to argue."

Date: 2008-09-29 08:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
The man stands up, turning around, picking up a syringe and a couple of vials... filling the former with the contents of the latter. "We need answers, miss Adams. We have ways to get them: since you will not give them, let us cut the chase, shall we?"

Date: 2008-09-29 08:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
"I am afraid that the effects are quite... permanent." His voice shows no concern, just mockery. With studied slowness, the man runs the neddle lightly over Tanya's cheek, enjoying the fear he sees in her eyes.

To add insult to injury, he moves the syringe lower and lower... along the side of her neck, further low still, tracing the edge of the cleavage exposed by Tanya's ripped top... what a waste indeed.

Date: 2008-09-29 09:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daphsnpc.livejournal.com
The kick does catch him by surprise and makes the officer stumble back and fall over the table. Too bad Tanya missed her target and hit just his hip. Straightening up, the man realizes he stabbed himslef with the syringe... but did not inject himself.

He pulls out the neddle and tosses it away. A powerful backhand blow, faster than Tanya expected the man to be able to perform, wipes any hint of victory from the confrontation.

"Very well, miss Adams, as you wish. The long, hard way then." He presses a button on the intercom in his table and a few soldiers walk in. "Take her away. Full treatment."

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