He was there. His hot breath close to her neck, sending a feeling of disgust washing over her. "God...cannot help you here, Major." He whispered into her ear.
"Just kill me motherfucker...I'm not going to tell you what he said. So how about you save us both the frustration and..." Once again, her words were cut short by that cold laughter, but at least her suggestion had been enough get him to move away from her; how far away she wasn't quite sure...but as long as she couldn't feel him....
"Oh Major, Major, Major....I'm not going to kill you!" His voice dripped with amused derision, and Emily could hear the sound of his heavy boots, pacing around her like some kind of hungry wolf stalking it's prey. "For now anyway, I simply wish us to become more acquainted." There was a click and soon to follow was a flood a bright light that forced Emily's eyes closed once more. "Forgive me for being such a terrible host earlier, I must admit that way out here in the middle of nowhere, it is easy to forget one's manners." His voice had dipped back to that deceitfully soothing tone, that one that almost made Emily want to let spill all that she had to tell from her lips to gain his mercy... and she might have, had she no pride.
"Fuuuuuck you." Emily said through a bored and groggy sigh, only to be rewarded with another soft laugh.
"Soon...perhaps..." He said, matter of factly, "Allow me to make up for it now, are you hungry?" She heard him ask, and running out of witty remarks by now, she simply shook her head no. A lie of course, as the last time she had had any conception of time what so ever, she had been 48 hours without food. Only her captor knew now how long exactly it had been.
"Thirsty then?" He offered instead, only to be met with another shake of her head. Emily let her eyes drift open a bit and found him standing over her. She could not judge exactly how tall he was from where she was sitting...hell, even when she was standing, most people towered over her small frame. Perhaps 5'11?
"What the hell does that matter?" Emily scolded herself harshly and lifted her eyes slowly up to meet his. "You mind stepping off asshole?" She breathed with a sarcastic cock of her head.
The man ignored her, like Emily knew that he would, and simply continued to talk. "My name is Mikhail...but I imagine you already knew that..." The room filled with the sweet scent of tobacco at the same time the sound of the flick of a lighter made her flinch into awareness. She'd never in her life smoked a cigarette, but as he placed one between her lips and lit it for her a moment later, the idea did not seem nearly as repulsive to her now as it had in the past. He allowed her to take a long drag before he continued speaking. "The United States has made it very clear that your 'Alpha' team does not now...and never has existed...You were never a liability to them, I am sure. Nor were you ever the supposed leader of that team. Attention was successfully diverted from Alpha's teams actual leader...One Jason Lucian Marquez, a retired Marine Veteran and current contractor, through your ignorance. This lack of information, as it were, ended his life much earlier than was needed and has kept you alive much longer than I would have liked." Emily snorted and set her boots firmly on the ground.
"Your really know how to charm the girls you know that, Mikhail?" She snapped and took another long drag.
Mikhail was quiet for a long moment, seating himself on the chair opposite Emily and simply staring. She held his gaze, refusing to allow him to see the fear his silence was causing to stir in her. His face was completely unreadable...a fact that was more disconcerting to her now than it had been the first time she had seen pictures from his file in the operation report. This was Mikhail...Czar of the dangerous underworld...feared King of the drug culture, human trafficking, illegal weapon dealings, and god only knew what the hell else. Rumor of how dangerous this man actual was had traveled through the base, but a part of her had known that no matter what, it would never touch her...until she had been assigned to this mission. Even then though, she was sure that it would be uneventful. "Get in, get out." Was her orders. Get proof...solid, undeniable evidence that Mikhail was here. Radio in, and another team would take it from there. Simple...in theory.
She flinched when he spoke again, "Your being rude, Major. I've told you my name...now it's your turn." He crossed his leg over the other and gazed at her.
Emily swallowed hard...and spoke slowly what she had been taught so many times during the many boring power point presentations before her deployment. "My name is Emily Tyler...I am a Major in the United States Army..."
"What is your middle name, Emily?" Mikhail asked in a bored voice. Emily stared at him scornfully.
"What the fuck does that matter?" She spat, regretting it the moment he snapped to his feet, light anger filling his eyes.
"Middle name...Emily." He snarled gently.
"I...It doesn't matter...I don't use it..." Emily choked back the explanation. She saw the back of his hand fly much too late, and it connected with her jaw with no mercy. Mikhail's fingers wrapped around her throat tightly, and she felt the blood draining from her face as he knelt down so that their faces were level.
"It's not such a big thing Emily...your middle name...that's all I ask. You will answer me now, or the pain I will cause you will be very needless." He whispered.
Emily whispered it quietly, but when his fingers tightened, she repeated it, "Sirota."
"Sirota..." He mimicked and straightened. "I take it you know what this word means...orphan." The smirk that slide across his face made her want to be sick. "So...there is more to you than meets the eye..." Mikhail breathed, slipping a knife from his pocket. Emily's eyes set on it instantly. He was staring at it as well, "There now...that wasn't so hard, was it?" He spoke softly, as he dropped the knife to her throat and held it there as he stepped around behind where she sat. "Now...be a good girl...and continue to answer Daddy's questions the FIRST time he asks them and he'll give you a treat, perhaps I'll even kill you...nice and quick...don't answer the questions fast enough...and you'll be wishing for hell by the time I am finished with you, ponyal?"
Emily felt herself shaking hard...this was too much. She could deal with pain...what she could not deal with, nor had she ever been able to deal with, was people searching needlessly into her past. "Just do it...He'll kill you when he's all done...just tell him everything...They betrayed you...just do it..." She thought to herself, and focused her eyes forward, hoping zoning out a little would help with what she was about to do. "Ya ponimayu, Mikhail." She whispered, her voice void of any emotion.
"Good...Good Girl..." He coddled, his hand running over her hair. "Now...Tell me everything...first of you..." Mikhail ordered, and began to trace some sort of invisible design against her collar bone with his knife.
