Nightmare Week: Day Seven
Nov. 4th, 2008 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alertcommando"Tanya?"
The soft gentle voice roused her from sleep. Another Grey Man, but this one carrying a bundle of clothes. "Time to get dressed, Tanya. We have a long day ahead."
If he expected some special reaction, the man would have been disappointed. Tanya simply moved to her feet, accepted the bundle of clothes and got dressed.
Her half-uniform, cleaned up. But no reaction showed itself, she got dressed and waited for new orders. Satisfied, the Grey Man beckoned her to follow, walking out of the cell.
Escorted by two guards, they walked deeper into the facility: the Grey Man opened a door to what looked like a television studio and guided the woman to a table and chair. "Now, this is just a test. If you do well, we can move you to a better room and do a real recording net week. You would like that?" She mechanically nodded, expression still blank; Grey Man made a mental note to work on her conditioning to fake emotions, but there would be time later.
"Very well. When the red light turns on, I want you to read this for the camera." He offered her a few sheets of paper and Tanya stood there looking over the 'confession of war crimes' a moment, before nodding. "Can do."
"Good. Just wait for the camera." She nodded again and he turned away from her.
Turned his back. To her. The two guards noticed the bloodthirsty gleam lighting up in her eyes a second too late, and they were a trifle too far anyway.
Tanya dropped the sheets of paper and pounced the Grey Man like an animal, grabbing his face from behind: index fingers sunk into his eyes, middle fingers into his nostrils, rings fingers in the corners of his mouth; Grey Man screamed when his captive tore his face apart with her bare hands and shoved him into one of the guards. That one dropped his truncheon and the woman wasted not a second to pick it up and attack the second guard, catching him on the jaw and head, then turning to the first and breaking his arm before pummeling him and Grey Man down.
More guards arrived a few critical seconds too late. Tanya laughed at then and lunged with the truncheon and herself covered in blood, even managing to hit a couple more before being overwhelmed. It was much like the first day, but this time they were not holding back, intending to beat the woman to death.
"Stop!" Another Grey Man yelled, rushing in and shoving guards out of the way. He surveyed the scene, three dead, two wounded, then turned to the beaten-up woman, feeling a bit of grudging respect: she had fooled them all, pretending to play along, aiming for exactly this, no doubt planning to force the guards to kill her.
He crouched and checked her vital signs: still relatively strong. Grey Man pulled the White Coat who just entered the room away from the injured guards and put him to work on the prisoner: now that his colleague was dead, he was the senior interrogator.
"What happened here, comrade?" Grey Man turned around and nodded to the Facility Commander.
"Comrade Colonel. It seems my colleague underestimated the german agent's cunning and resilience."
"So I see. Have her brought to my office. I will end this waste of time myself."
Grey man briefly thought about protesting. Breaking the woman, truly and completely, would be interesting... but there would be other prisoners. It was no secret that the commander had a personal grudge against the german woman.
"Of course, comrade." Still, what a waste... once converted, she could have been a perfect toy...
The soft gentle voice roused her from sleep. Another Grey Man, but this one carrying a bundle of clothes. "Time to get dressed, Tanya. We have a long day ahead."
If he expected some special reaction, the man would have been disappointed. Tanya simply moved to her feet, accepted the bundle of clothes and got dressed.
Her half-uniform, cleaned up. But no reaction showed itself, she got dressed and waited for new orders. Satisfied, the Grey Man beckoned her to follow, walking out of the cell.
Escorted by two guards, they walked deeper into the facility: the Grey Man opened a door to what looked like a television studio and guided the woman to a table and chair. "Now, this is just a test. If you do well, we can move you to a better room and do a real recording net week. You would like that?" She mechanically nodded, expression still blank; Grey Man made a mental note to work on her conditioning to fake emotions, but there would be time later.
"Very well. When the red light turns on, I want you to read this for the camera." He offered her a few sheets of paper and Tanya stood there looking over the 'confession of war crimes' a moment, before nodding. "Can do."
"Good. Just wait for the camera." She nodded again and he turned away from her.
Turned his back. To her. The two guards noticed the bloodthirsty gleam lighting up in her eyes a second too late, and they were a trifle too far anyway.
Tanya dropped the sheets of paper and pounced the Grey Man like an animal, grabbing his face from behind: index fingers sunk into his eyes, middle fingers into his nostrils, rings fingers in the corners of his mouth; Grey Man screamed when his captive tore his face apart with her bare hands and shoved him into one of the guards. That one dropped his truncheon and the woman wasted not a second to pick it up and attack the second guard, catching him on the jaw and head, then turning to the first and breaking his arm before pummeling him and Grey Man down.
More guards arrived a few critical seconds too late. Tanya laughed at then and lunged with the truncheon and herself covered in blood, even managing to hit a couple more before being overwhelmed. It was much like the first day, but this time they were not holding back, intending to beat the woman to death.
"Stop!" Another Grey Man yelled, rushing in and shoving guards out of the way. He surveyed the scene, three dead, two wounded, then turned to the beaten-up woman, feeling a bit of grudging respect: she had fooled them all, pretending to play along, aiming for exactly this, no doubt planning to force the guards to kill her.
He crouched and checked her vital signs: still relatively strong. Grey Man pulled the White Coat who just entered the room away from the injured guards and put him to work on the prisoner: now that his colleague was dead, he was the senior interrogator.
"What happened here, comrade?" Grey Man turned around and nodded to the Facility Commander.
"Comrade Colonel. It seems my colleague underestimated the german agent's cunning and resilience."
"So I see. Have her brought to my office. I will end this waste of time myself."
Grey man briefly thought about protesting. Breaking the woman, truly and completely, would be interesting... but there would be other prisoners. It was no secret that the commander had a personal grudge against the german woman.
"Of course, comrade." Still, what a waste... once converted, she could have been a perfect toy...
