{ Chapter 1: Barbie Klaus }
The pain was almost unbearable. Almost. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeing how I give up. And more importantly, I wasn't going to betray my brother. But I swear, one more hit with that whip and –
"I'm starting to lose my patience, Miss Wicki. Now please affirm the suspicion that you are related to Wilhelm Wicki."
His voice contradicted his statement. He sounded everything but impatient, if not even a little bored. This was just routine for him. The ordeal has been going on for quite a while now, though I'm not sure anymore how long exactly. At first, I answered him with this story I've been repeating myself over and over again. I'm Melissa Himpe, a girl who grew up in Bruges and has lost her family due to bombings that occurred near my village. I've been living on my own ever since. Now however, I chose to answer with the ugliest sneer I could muster.
"Oh please, don't give me that look," he said as he lifted his arm to lash out once again.
I knew what was coming and even though it didn't help a bit, I closed my eyes. Tears started welling up, but I refused to let them fall. This is it, I thought. I'm going to die. As the whip reached my back, I couldn't help the scream that escaped my throat. Soon the weeping followed, it just hurt so much.
"Now please stop playing this game, Miss Wicki. You might try and act courageous, but believe me when I say I've met many courageous men and women in my life. And at one point, they all started talking."
His face was close to mine now, probably enjoying the sight of my suffering. I tried to look at him, though it cost me a lot of strength. Doing so, I told myself to remember every curve and wrinkle of his face so that if I ever have to imagine the enemy, I would see his face.
He smiled mockingly while saying, "As a matter of fact, we have the evidence right here. We just want to hear it out if your mouth. So please, spare yourself this pain and confess."
Evidence? My heart started to race and I got this oppressive feeling. But it didn't last long. I felt I was going to pass out, it was all too much to take in.
"Oh, don't you think about ducking your way out of this," he said while pulling my head up by yanking my hair.
It hurt, but no longer did I have the strength to cry or scream. I tried to focus, afraid I might die if I didn't, but everything turned hazy. The last thing I heard was how Barbie ordered to bring me to a cell. As they removed the manacles, I felt a stinging feeling around my wrists. And the next thing I knew, I woke up in a moist and dirty place.
So yeah, my first chapter.. I hope it's a little bit decent. You see, English is not my native language and it's quite hard to express certain feelings in another language. I don't know if I'll continue this, we'll see how the story winds out. Because I don't quite know yet where this'll go..
Soooo please review? Critique is always welcome, but please stay nice. ^^' I'm a softie and I'll feel hurt and probably won't sleep anymore if you flame.. :p
And oh yeah, if you're interested, the man that's interrogating 'Melissa' (yeah, it's not her real name. But more of this later in the story) is based on a real interrogator named Klaus Barbie, also known as the Butcher of Lyon. A terrible man, you should look him up if you're interested. He just seemed to suit this role, because 'Melissa' will have to endure much more pain than this.