"I repeat! I can't ensure you what will happen after this interrogation! Furthermore, you aren't in the position to barter!"
Sid remains in his decision, he can't end up to agree with an enemy. This isn't a frontier place, it's a prison. The Kingdom of Bretonia rules this base and doesn't accept compromises from anyone.
"And anyway, I just ask you a question, for now I never threat you! You started!"
Sid pause the recorder and stands up, he's going to the door where he arrived, it seemed all ended for this day too, but instead seems that the worse still should come...
"She's all yours, Graves! I think that you will have fun!"
He exits and closes the door. In the room there are only Ambre and Lowden.
Sid left the room. Although his departure made no change in the neon light, it was followed by a heavy fall of darkness. Graves' smile slowly rose. He got up and glanced Ambre directly into the eyes. He took the recorder, smug faced but expressionless, patiently, and quietly turned it off. His glance aggressively touched Ambre's pupils as he put it back onto the table. Proceeding to the camera that was sticking out from a corner in the ceiling, he grabbed it and faced it straight downwards.
Now Ambre was his possession. He sneaked on her from behind. She could feel his breath on her neck. He audibly smelled it. She hadn't taken a bath for a few days already, while being fed with meals that were half way into their decomposition process, but Graves seemed very satisfied. She expected him to touch her disturbingly and had a strike prepared, but she only heard a click. Automatically, the chair strapped her. She was confused, but Graves remained relaxed. Then she felt his hands on her cheeks. He touched them gently, but with the decency of caressing a female dog. She resisted, but couldn't do more than shaking her head. Then he snatched her neck, suddenly, as if he wanted to strangle her, and insensitively, but lightly. His cold hands, as rough as of any assembly worker, slowly slid downwards. But they instantly stopped. Graves stopped breathing for a moment as well.
His chin tickled the left side of Ambre's neck. His lips approached her ear. He slightly spat into it as he started to whisper.
"Say, madmoiselle... If we let you go, and never harm you again, be you captured or not, and you feed us info in return, say, once a week..."
He might not get the chance for it again. His hands slid down again, like a chipping ice berg. Ambre could feel another droplet of saliva stick onto her ear.
"Would that be acceptable?"
Lachance tried to tug on the restraints, but they didn't give at all. The restraints only ensured that there would be scars left on her arms to remind her of the experience. Graves' sudden action and her lack of freedom of movement made Ambre feel desperate. A few glistening droplets started forming in her eyes as the crushing realization that she was completely helpless appeared. His ugly hands tightly wrapped around her neck only encouraged the daunting feeling. She had never felt this shocked before.
The pilot couldn't help but recoil in disgust every time Graves whispered into her ear. Any sliver left of her dignity was being forcefully whisked away.
"Please... get off of me! I'll do what you ask. Just leave me be!" the woman spoke in a pitiful, quiet voice. You could sense her trying to choke back the emotions she's experiencing quite unsuccessfully.
"Alright, dear", Graves said reassuringly, as he rose and stroked Ambre's chin, perhaps for the last time.
"But if we don't receive any useful info in a week..."
Strongly contrasting his so far tender manners, he snatches her ear, pinches it and pulls it towards him. His tongue slithers a few slimy and very serious words into it.
Ambre couldn't help but cringe in pain as Graves pulled her ear. Hearing his words, she gulps before answering.
"Oui, you disgusting..." was all she could muster to say in response. Tears started rolling down her face, forming small rivers as they paved their curved way downwards.
She thought that if she managed to get released even under that demand, she'd do everything in her ability to prevent getting captured again. Her hatred for Sirians had only solidifed, all of the articles read and channels watched ended up being true to their word. Ambre had no choice but to submit to their demands and play their tune until she had a chance to escape their grasp. Even if it meant listening to this man...
Satisfied, Graves silently tapped her head like a tamed pet's. He grabbed the camera again, corrected its position, and showed it a "V for victory" with his fingers. Then he rushed towards the exit.
"Didn't even get an excuse to use my...", Ambre heard him speak loudly and with some disappointment to Sid before he shut the door. While Graves was explaining Sid what had happened, she was alone in the chamber. In complete silence, behind sonic isolation, save the sound of the blinking neon bulb. If she wanted to think over what had just happened, she had a couple of minutes. If she intended to execute a Houdinian twist of the plot, she had to be Harry Houdini. In that case she could hope that, since Graves and Sid were busy, no one was monitoring the camera.
Sid listens the Graves' story. He was satisfied, and at the same time disappointed. He had predicted all, he knows what Graves would have done to that poor woman. For that he's satisfied, he's disappointed because he didn't be suitable for interrogations. Graves would be a good questioner, Sid was too good. When the camera was moved vertical Sid had already warned the other guards with a "Let his do it!".
Immediately, with Graves, he returns into the room
"Very well! So, now that we managed to convince you, you will answer the questions, If you wouldn't still stay in this room with my colleauge!" The last words were said with a small smile.
"Come on then! Tell what you know about your last mission - as told before - and for today we could have finished!" This time he was more severe.
Ambre was still recovering from the whole ordeal, still in a remarkable emotional trainwreck of a state. She barely reacted to the two men entering the room again, her eyes were drawn to a single spot. The light illuminated the tear trails on her face, only adding to her ragged, drained expression.
A pause ensued when Sid asked his question once more, and just as he was about to repeat it, she finally spoke:
"I was sent to your Cambridge system to destroy transports that were going to aid the Sirians' war effort. The intel said they didn't expect much traffic or patrols, which is why I was more than enough for the task." the woman slowly began explaining, her voice still unstable. The restraints were still restricting Ambre, but to her luck, they were not tight enough to dig into her skin from pressure. The chair was likely made to restrain more bulky people.
"You probably saw how I was confused and panicking when half of a fleet just happened to appear before me..."
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