Nightmare Week: Day Three
Oct. 30th, 2008 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alertcommandoThe third day started in a different tone: there were the black-clad guards again, but with them came one of the Grey Men as well.
Tanya got up when they were already entering, her body aching and drained of strength, expecting another beating session and trying to get ready to fight back. The Grey Man surprised her by raising a hand and uttering a word she did not expect. "Please, miss Adams." Tanya stared at him. "It is just time for breakfast and to take care of your hygiene. Shall we?" He indicates the door.
The woman watched him for a moment, but her pain and tiredness screamed louder... with a small nod, she started moving just to be stopped again. "Take off your clothes." Tanya bristled at the request, stepping back, but the man continued. "If you do it, you will receive clean clothes at the end of the day. If you don't, you will have it taken from you and never returned."
She licked lips nervously... confused really, but pondering his words. They could take it from her, after all...
A long minute passeed, before her hands moveed down and pulled up and off her tunic. Then she extended arms forward for the handcuffs. "Most excellent, miss Adams. Now, please follow your guards, breakfast is waiting." As she left, the Grey Man allowed himself a small smile: it was a small compromise, but she did compromise.
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The breakfast was more soviet rations, but it was food and warm. She was allowed to eat, even if the portion was small, and then allowed to use toilet and bath facilities. Tanya was strangely docile and subdued when they took her to the interrogation rooms again, even letting them dress her into a strange harness, then be sat down and secured to a solid chair. The gag was in place once more, so they did not expect her to answer anything, yet.
After that, a large screen was turned on and another Grey Man addressed her. "Good morning, miss Adams. I must say, your cooperation is much appreciated." A jolt of electricity ran over Tanya's body, making her scream and strain against her restraints. "Now, I believe you are aware of your situation, correct? You are not going to be rescued, and you are not going to escape. What you will do, is surrender. How much suffering you will reap until that moment, is completely up to you." The current is turned off, and Tanya slumped down. "Am I clear, miss Adams?"
Give in a little, cried her weaker self. Give them something, fake something! You can not resist long being stubborn this way. Tanya pushed back that voice and regretted it the next instant, another jolt making her scream muffled, muscles tensing almost hard enough to snap bones. "What you will do, is surrender. How much suffering you will reap until that moment, is completely up to you." The current was again turned off, and again Tanya slumped down. "Am I clear, miss Adams?"
Something, anything, just a nod! She nodded frantically: her bravery was being harshly tested and found wanting. "Very good, miss Adams. Now, we shall go over your actions since the last winter..."
Tanya looked down and tried to shut away the droning voice, but to no avail. Grey Man seemed to know exactly when her attention was lapsing, and the damned chair could not only shock her but also draw the restraints tighter. The woman was kept in a medium treshold of pain that broke her concentration, and the near hypnotic voice of the interrogator continued to chip away at her resolve. For hours and hours and hours.
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When she was returned to her cell, Tanya was numb, physically and mentally. She was beyond pain, feeling like her head was made of lead and her body was water inside her skin. Pushed inside, she just collapsed in a heap on the hard floor. She was dressed again in a clean tunic: her captors upheld their side of the bargain.
The cold hate of past days had been replaced with emptiness and a vague resolve to not tell them anything. So tired she was, Tanya fell asleep scant seconds after hitting the floor, glad to be back in her cell.
Tanya got up when they were already entering, her body aching and drained of strength, expecting another beating session and trying to get ready to fight back. The Grey Man surprised her by raising a hand and uttering a word she did not expect. "Please, miss Adams." Tanya stared at him. "It is just time for breakfast and to take care of your hygiene. Shall we?" He indicates the door.
The woman watched him for a moment, but her pain and tiredness screamed louder... with a small nod, she started moving just to be stopped again. "Take off your clothes." Tanya bristled at the request, stepping back, but the man continued. "If you do it, you will receive clean clothes at the end of the day. If you don't, you will have it taken from you and never returned."
She licked lips nervously... confused really, but pondering his words. They could take it from her, after all...
A long minute passeed, before her hands moveed down and pulled up and off her tunic. Then she extended arms forward for the handcuffs. "Most excellent, miss Adams. Now, please follow your guards, breakfast is waiting." As she left, the Grey Man allowed himself a small smile: it was a small compromise, but she did compromise.
****************************************
The breakfast was more soviet rations, but it was food and warm. She was allowed to eat, even if the portion was small, and then allowed to use toilet and bath facilities. Tanya was strangely docile and subdued when they took her to the interrogation rooms again, even letting them dress her into a strange harness, then be sat down and secured to a solid chair. The gag was in place once more, so they did not expect her to answer anything, yet.
After that, a large screen was turned on and another Grey Man addressed her. "Good morning, miss Adams. I must say, your cooperation is much appreciated." A jolt of electricity ran over Tanya's body, making her scream and strain against her restraints. "Now, I believe you are aware of your situation, correct? You are not going to be rescued, and you are not going to escape. What you will do, is surrender. How much suffering you will reap until that moment, is completely up to you." The current is turned off, and Tanya slumped down. "Am I clear, miss Adams?"
Give in a little, cried her weaker self. Give them something, fake something! You can not resist long being stubborn this way. Tanya pushed back that voice and regretted it the next instant, another jolt making her scream muffled, muscles tensing almost hard enough to snap bones. "What you will do, is surrender. How much suffering you will reap until that moment, is completely up to you." The current was again turned off, and again Tanya slumped down. "Am I clear, miss Adams?"
Something, anything, just a nod! She nodded frantically: her bravery was being harshly tested and found wanting. "Very good, miss Adams. Now, we shall go over your actions since the last winter..."
Tanya looked down and tried to shut away the droning voice, but to no avail. Grey Man seemed to know exactly when her attention was lapsing, and the damned chair could not only shock her but also draw the restraints tighter. The woman was kept in a medium treshold of pain that broke her concentration, and the near hypnotic voice of the interrogator continued to chip away at her resolve. For hours and hours and hours.
****************************************
When she was returned to her cell, Tanya was numb, physically and mentally. She was beyond pain, feeling like her head was made of lead and her body was water inside her skin. Pushed inside, she just collapsed in a heap on the hard floor. She was dressed again in a clean tunic: her captors upheld their side of the bargain.
The cold hate of past days had been replaced with emptiness and a vague resolve to not tell them anything. So tired she was, Tanya fell asleep scant seconds after hitting the floor, glad to be back in her cell.
