The Union Chronicles (RP environ open to all Unioners, tagged or not)

[kenshin156]

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Subject: Richard Riedler

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Muffled grunts, boots on metal flooring, the occasional sizzle of a slightly malfunctioning lamp and an incredible echo was all what was heard before things got ugly.
Richard Riedler was carrying a body, a bag over the head, arms and legs tied together, stepping through the large hall towards a dirty, old, wooden chair where he dropped the body. He untied the body's legs and arms, only to tie them again on the arms and legs of the chair. He then cracked his knuckles and took a deep breath...

Then he removed the bag.

Beneath it was an officer of the Marineintelligenz, panickingly scouting the hall with his eyes, but it was so huge, there was nothing to be seen, except growing darkness, and the sternly man standing in front of him, holding the bag he had on his head mere seconds before.

"What is this?! Who are you? Untie me or you'll regret the day you were geboren!"

Without a flinch, a blink, or an extra breath, the man calmly, but threateningly spoke
"You're not in the position to voice demands. If anything, you may beg for mercy."

With false confidence - almost cockiness - the tied man scoffed
"Beg for mercy? A filthy Unioner like you? You should be begging to kiss my-"

That's when his obtrusive voice was replaced with screams of anguish.
Richard Riedler broke his nose with one punch, as if it was determined to reach through his skull.

"I will only tell you once more, before I will leave you in pain for longer than just a broken nose. Halt dein Maul"

Still grunting in pain, heavily breathing, the officer asked inbetween breaths. "What do you want, Unioner?!"

"Answers, mein Freund..." he said, slowly and threateningly circling him, like a lion its prey.

"I'm not your Freund, Unioner! Nothing you can do will change that!"

"Oh, believe me..." he said, while grabbing his neck from behind, squeezing it moderately
"Either you will talk to me like I was your Freund, or you're dead before you know it..."
He clenched his hands, cutting off the airflow. "Am I understood?" he said, before letting go again.

Coughing and gasping for air, he replied "Y-yes... Alright... Ich verstehe..."
His confidence was gone, his legs shaking as much as they could, being tied to the chair.

"Good." he simply said, circling back in front of him, grabbing his chin and pulling it up to look him in the eyes
"Now you better tell me ab-"
He stopped, as the Officer spat a mix of blood and spit into Richard's face

"You think a bit of violence will make me talk? I've been trained under the Marine. I can withstand weeks and months of torture. My body may break, but I will never tell you, what you want!"

Richard wiped the filth off of his face, slowly and deeply breathing
"So you are an actor. I was genuinely convinced you were about to piss your pants already..."
He grabbed his face, pushing his fingers into his jaw with much strength
"Believe me, you just did me a favor.. I'm going to enjoy making you suffer..."
As his fingers slowly buried into the Offizier's jaw, it slightly crackled, him grunting in pain before Richard let go again.

Moving around his jaw to relieve some of the pain, the Offizier started talking again, trying to taunt him.
"Is that all you have? Even the instructors were better, and they went easy on us am ersten Tag!"

Richard simply chuckled slightly, turning around and taking a few steps away from him.
"You know... I could break you in a few minutes... Maybe even in a few seconds..."
He then quickly turned around, swinging his Stahlkappenstiefel to his shin, making it snap, leaving the officer to his pain. Richard Riedler kneeled down, to look into his face.
"But given the circumstances, and the fact that I basically lost what I cared about most because of you - my family - I'm going to take my time and enjoy every second of it."

Anguishing grunts were all that left the Officer's mouth, followed by one sentence that would determine his fate.
"I hope they suffered..."

Richards calm expression shifted. His eyebrows dropped, his pupils became large and he grinded his teeth.
"You've just lost all rights to mercy now, Drecksau!" he said, as he pulled a short knife from his ankle, jamming it into the Offizier's broken shin and turning it 90° to keep the wound open.
"I'm going to prepare you for your demise, and I will take all the time I need. This is not about information anymore, du Made..."
He grabbed a Bunsenbrenner that was hidden behind a pillar, heating another knife from his pocket.
"This has become personal...."

What followed were hours of pain, broken limbs, stab wounds and cuts, before the Offizier succumbed to Richard Riedler's procedure.

Stepping away into the darkness, wiping his hands from the officer's blood, Richard called Gunda Riehl.

"Frau Riehl. We got what we need. He can be disposed of. No, no resistance."
He ended the call, stopping and looking back at the lifeless body, spitting in its direction.
"Not anymore..."

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