Chapter One: Silent Trauma
Lara Domovoi was captured by a notorious gang called Cobra (a group of young men trying to mimic Scorpia). They tried to ransom her, but they were forced to leave her behind after MI6 invaded their base.
Now, in their custody, Lara is traumatized; she can't speak, and her eyes always look scattered. She won't talk to anyone, even the best psychologists couldn't get her to talk. But Mr. Blunt has an idea who can. If only he would agree….
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She remembered how they tied her up to the chair and gagged her. She remembered how they had beaten her to weaken her out, and she remembered the video camera that was placed in front of her. She couldn't help but cry. She stopped trying to act strong; these men were going to kill her. She whimpered, shaking. She remembered how they said they were going to kill her if they didn't give them the money in three hours. She remembered how sickly and cold the blood felt trickling down her face. She remembered everything, yet she said nothing.
Mr. Blunt's grey eyes looked past her long, wavy, ebony hair into her timid hazel eyes.
"I know what they've done to you is dreadful, and I know how traumatized you, but we can't do anything unless you talk to me." She just stared back at him. Mr. Blunt stared back. A tear ran down her face and onto the silver table.
"Ernstige manieren," she whispered.
"What?" Alan Blunt asked, and pushed the tape recorder closer to her.
"Ernstige manieren," she rasped, "De Manieren van Kwaad… Maneiras sérias… Lugar Secreto… Ort von Unicon…" She went silent and coughed. Alan Blunt whispered something in his earpiece.
"Ernste Weisen, Ernste Weisen…Die Weisen des Übels!" She was shaking. That was all she could give them. She collapsed in her chair. Mr. Blunt nodded.
"Take her to the doctor. Have them check her DNA and see if you can see what these words mean." he said into his earpiece.
"She must have been shaken. Those words may be a clue to where she was. We know from her father that she spoke plain English. Those words, I think, were a mixture of Dutch, Portuguese, and German." said a female voice into his earpiece.
"Very well. Get what you can out of her." he said. With solid movements, Alan Blunt left the small, grey, dark questioning area, as a team with a stretcher came in and collected the frail girl. If Alex didn't agree to work on this next project, this girl was going to have to do.
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