Arrival to the Nightmare
Oct. 27th, 2008 11:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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.
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Date: 2008-09-17 06:48 pm (UTC)...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.
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Date: 2008-09-17 07:21 pm (UTC)Drawing a slow deep breath, Tanya focuses into nothing, remembering the recomendations during training.
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Date: 2008-09-20 04:26 am (UTC)Like a shark.
"So pretty. So very pretty."
Teasing. Taunting. He does not expect this to be easy.
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Date: 2008-09-20 04:50 am (UTC)If she were free, he would be dead already.
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Date: 2008-09-21 12:17 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2008-09-21 05:21 am (UTC)So the woman says nothing.
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Date: 2008-09-21 09:50 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2008-09-21 09:52 pm (UTC)She spits on the man's face. "You go to hell."
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Date: 2008-09-21 09:55 pm (UTC)"Was hoping you would say that."
He pats her cheek lightly, before he stands again and returns to the desk.
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Date: 2008-09-21 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-21 10:03 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-09-21 10:07 pm (UTC)She would kill the betrayer right now if she could.
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Date: 2008-09-21 10:10 pm (UTC)"What was the point?"
He does not expect her to answer.
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Date: 2008-09-21 10:22 pm (UTC)Of course, Tanya could ask waht was the point of Stalin invading Europe and starting the war, but... really: why waste breath argueing?
It is not like she can convince the Reds of how bad their cause is.
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Date: 2008-09-21 10:39 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2008-09-21 10:42 pm (UTC)Not a chance. If he thinks his 'persuasion' techniques can overcome her hatred of the Soviets...
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Date: 2008-09-21 10:53 pm (UTC)"It is not worth the pain to argue."
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Date: 2008-09-21 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 08:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 08:52 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-09-29 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 09:05 am (UTC)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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Date: 2008-09-29 09:18 am (UTC)She will discover their meaning soon enough.