Interrogation

[brother2dragons]

Who| Dan and Eva ; Eddie and Eva
What| Eva has earned herself an interrogation after the post she made.
Where| Undisclosed location in the Capitol
When| Right after the assassination attempt
Warnings/Notes| Dan's thread is pretty tame, but then Eddie comes in. That thread has just begun, but there is likely going to be some pretty violent stuff in that one. Will add more warnings as needed.

Eva had been escorted into a vehicle shortly after the events at the Tower had settled down. There had been no windows to help her know where she was going. When the doors were opened for her she was in an underground complex with still not discernible landmark to help her.

The uniformed men took her to the interrogation room. It was a metal room with shiny walls that had hooks attached which could easily be used to lock someone into a standing position. The space was wide open but dark around the edges. There were marks on the ground from where heavy machinery had been dragged in and out.

For now, the room only had two chairs and a table, but it was clear that could easily be changed. To someone who was observant, this room was the ghost of a torture chamber. The marks on the floors and the hooks on the walls hadn't been removed on purpose, all to hint towards something more sinister that could easily be brought out to aid with an uncooperative target.

The idea made Dan a little uncomfortable, but he didn't seem like it at all when he came into the room with a small recording device.

"Hello Eva," he said as he moved to sit in one of the chairs. Like all Capitol citizens, he didn't seem to think it odd at all to call this woman by her first name. She was a Victor after all, and Victors belonged to the Capitol.

Comments

[vissernone]

She coughs and opens her eyes again, bloody mouth set into a determined scowl, even as her eyes fill with tears around the edges.

"Oh, you aren't. This is practically foreplay."

[no_spelled_y_e_s]

"Practically? I must not be doin' it right, then."

He knows exactly what sorts of things his reputation suggests about him. Most of them are true, after all, and even if he doesn't have those plans for her, it's always good to keep that idea fresh in her mind.

Setting his cigar aside, he picks up the knife again. "Aww, now here I went and left a mark on you," he says, teasing the edge of the blade next to the burn on her arm. "I really oughta take care of that."

Slowly, he starts to slice under the burn, taking his time in cutting the singed flesh off her arm.

[vissernone]

"Aa!" Eva can't help the sound that comes out of her mouth. She bites down on her own tongue. The muscles in her forearm flex as she tries to fight the pain.

[no_spelled_y_e_s]

Eddie grins widely at her reaction, only pulling the knife back once he's sliced the burn off completely. "There. That's so much better. But now it's uneven, isn't it? Can't leave you lopsided, can we?"

He brings the knife to her other arm then, to repeat the process.

[vissernone]

A scream works its way out her mouth, not full-volume when it leaves but stripped to a groan. She takes deep breaths to hide the tears.

"How long is this going to take?"

[no_spelled_y_e_s]

"Well, I like to think I'm pretty thorough with my job," he says calmly, wiping his knife on his thigh. "How long do you think it should take?"

[vissernone]

Her fingers twitch. She wants to try and stem the blood from her cuts. She doesn't.

"I don't know. I'm surprised you don't have other people with actual secrets to stab."

[no_spelled_y_e_s]

"Why? You know of some I should be gettin' to?" Eddie asks with a smirk.

"It's real easy," he adds, sliding the blade of the knife along one side of her collar bone gently before, slicing it up the other. "You want me to stop, all you gotta do is ask nicely."

[vissernone]

She considers it. She really does. Pride is not necessarily part of the act. She can be a mewling, weak little hussy in here and no one has to know.

But what she says is "well, I guess we'll be here a while," and drools blood on her shirt.

[no_spelled_y_e_s]

"I was kinda hopin' you'd say that."

His bosses want this taken care of quickly, but Eddie? Eddie wants to take his time. He hauls her up from her chair by the front of her shirt, and his free hand comes down hard on her face, fist clenched, muscles straining, but the expression on his face is one of casual indifference. He's likely going to break some bones here, but that can be fixed easily. Just about everything he does here can be fixed easily. It's just a question of whether or not it will be.

[vissernone]

Eva spits out a tooth.

A whole tooth. Broken at the root. Rolling around in saliva on her tongue.

Tears come to her eyes even though she doesn't want them to.

[no_spelled_y_e_s]

That's more like it and gratifying in its own way.

His grin widens as he continues to hit her, fist slamming into her face over and over and over. His hand will likely be slightly bruised later--though the leather gloves he wears protect it somewhat--but it's worth it.

[vissernone]

Eventually the tears turn to sobs. It doesn't matter that she's too proud to want to. They just roll out of her mouth.

And she doesn't fight back.

[no_spelled_y_e_s]

When the resistance is gone, it's not nearly as fun for Eddie. He wipes his knuckles on her shirt before letting it go, letting her fall to the ground. There's no use punctuating this message with words, so he doesn't bother. He just picks up his cigar, relights it, and puffs a little to get it going, hardly sparing her a glance as he leaves the room.