Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter. I wanted to say, before anything else, that I've began making another version of this story, but in french instead, so all those people can enjoy it too! Anyway, this is the chapter where Vixen is tortured by the Green Jackets. Enjoy!~

DISCLAIMER: Disclaimers are stupid. Whatever, don't own nothing.


It wasn't long before the men came back. Wolf immediately stood when they did, but they didn't stop. It took about three of them to take Wolf down, and pinned him to the floor before two more grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the cell. I could hear Wolf's outraged shouting from behind me. I wanted to tell him I'd be fine... but I didn't really believe that myself.

I didn't move my feet as they dragged me along, even though my feet were bare. They dragged me outside, hauling my dead weight towards what looked like an old half-derelict barn. The inside was bare, except for two things: a chair, and a small tub of water. So they were going to drown me. Well, that sounded better than waterboarding.

The men turned me around and slammed me into the chair, pinning me in place. The only light in the room was a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling, directly over me. A third man emerged from the shadows, so there were three men now. All three wore masks, fatigues, and the same jacket with the same damn logo.

Pulling against the arms that held me, I knew, was a waste of energy. This wasn't a test to see if you could escape capture. The third Green Jacket stepped up to me, all business. God, I wanted to kill the Sergeant.

"Your name." He demanded.

"It's Vixen." That was the codename I'd been given at Brecons Beacons. It was the only thing I could give them if I didn't want to get binned. My response didn't seem to make the Green Jacket happy.

"Your real name."

"That is my real name." I said.

I felt a hand grab me by the front of my sleep shirt. The third Green Jacket leaned in closer to me. "We know you're from the SAS-"

"Well, no kidding, dumbass." That earned me a swift slap across the face. "What a charmer." This time it was a punch to the gut.

"Tell us your real name." He growled as I breathed heavily.

Catching a hold of my breath took a couple seconds before I gathered enough air to speak. "Are you deaf?... My name... is Vixen..."

I could see the anger and cruelty behind the mask he wore as he looked me up and down. "Your not a soldier." He spat, "You're just a woman. You think you can talk to me like that?"

I scoffed. "Oh, so now we're calling on sexism." I rolled my eyes. "You're gonna have to try a little harder if you want me to talk."

The Green Jacket stood up again, and a signal must have been given, because a second later I was being manhandled out of the chair and dragged behind it, where the tub of water was. I gulped.

Better than waterboarding. I told myself as they wrapped rope quickly around my wrists. I stared down at the menacing tub. Better than waterboarding.

I was forced to my knees, one of the men kept a hold on my bound hands, the other held me by the back of the shirt and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

"Last chance." The third Green Jacket said.

"Go to hell!" I snapped.

My head was suddenly forced into the water. It was freezing! I inhaled on instinct. Big mistake. When they brought me back up I broke into a fit of coughs, but was forced back under again before I could stop.

The third time under my lungs felt like they were going to burst. They held me under for longer and longer each time; spasms ran down my body, my muscles tensed up, my chest burned. Finally, after fifteen seconds, they pulled me out, and I immediately began coughing, sputtering desperately. The pain in my chest grew.

"Like to tell me your name now?" The third Green Jacket asked me as I arched my back, trying to pull away from his disgusting breath, but my muscles felt numb and unresponsive.

"My name... is... Vixen!" I panted, blinking the water from my eyes. My wrists strained in the ropes.

I faced downward as I huffed. I never met the Green Jacket's eyes. I couldn't breath. The world swam before my eyes. I squeezed them shut, fighting the pain in my chest.

An unrelenting hand roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back sharply. It was the third Green Jacket. "No, it's not." He said slowly, drawing out an intimidating tone. "And we can find worse ways to get it out of you. So tell us, or else."

God, his breath was awful. I suppressed a gag, fighting down the nausea that surged in my throat. My head was beginning to hurt from his hold on my hair. "It's Vixen." I said through my teeth.

His eyes flicked from me to his men, and a moment later, he released my hair, and the men forced me onto my stomach. I saw the Green Jacket's boots walking away before my head was forced against the concrete floor as well.

"Bastards..." I growled, wiggling my wrists in the rope, though it was futile.

A cold wind blew in through the open door of the barn, causing me to shiver, my soaked skin was freezing. I saw the Green Jacket's boots return, and I felt a pair of hands grab my bound wrists. They yanked them backwards, pulling me to my feet. I bit my lip at the strain on my arms.

They forced me back into the chair, moving my bound arms behind the chair. It appeared the third Green Jacket had grabbed some rope, and he began by wrapping it around my arms and the back of the chair. They then tied my legs, throwing any plans of kicking them out the window.

"Little cliche." I said with a snarky tone, examining the ropes.

"Can't have you moving around too much." The third Green Jacket shrugged innocently. "It would really get in the way."

I scoffed. "Oh what, you think I'm gonna squirm and struggle like some weakling?"

A hideously yellow smile spread to his mouth. "Oh, you will."

He moved behind me as I kept my head high with a combination of confidence and arrogance. I didn't like that he was behind me. I couldn't see him. He could do anything.

I smelt his breath before I heard his voice close over my shoulder. "I learned these techniques specially for this occasion." He said, leaning into my vision. "Scared?"

"Take a mint." I snapped back at him.

He moved back, and I felt a hand on my bare skinned shoulder, as my sleep top was sleeveless. I jumped as his hand felt my shoulder for a moment, hot against my cold skin. What the hell was that bloody bastard doing?!

His fingers suddenly dug into my shoulder, somewhere around the collarbone. I couldn't hold in a gasp. Agony shot through my arm in tingling waves. I tensed my shoulder, but it did nothing to help alleviate the pain as he dug his fingers in deeper. He was using a pressure point! I bit my lip to keep any sound from escaping, without much success.

But a long ten seconds later, it stopped. For a moment, my breathing was the only sound in the room. My arm was beginning to go numb. "Are you going to tell us now?" The Green Jacket asked.

I breathed for a couple more moments before answering plainly. "No."

The man growled under his breath, but simply moved to a new pressure point closer to my neck. The pain began anew as he dug his fingers into the point, applying pressure enough to send excruciating sensations through my entire upper body. I couldn't hold in a scream. It felt like little needles stabbing through my shoulder. I twisted and writhed against the pain with little success.

This cycle continued for a while, changing pressure points through my back and arms. Finally, it all stopped, and I was left panting and wincing against the tingling from my latest assault.

The ropes were removed, and I was manhandled out of the chair. "Wait." The two men turned to the third Green Jacket. He handed one the bucket. "Douse her. Let her freeze in the cell."

The men obeyed, and I found myself drenched in frigid, ice cold water. The Green Jacket said one final thing to me before I left: "Tell the little one he's next." My teeth chattered as they dragged me back to the cell.


Alright! Hope you liked this, I enjoyed writing it for sure. Remember, reviews are greatly appreciated. I already have 2 favorites, so that's great, but I think we can do better. Next chapter is kinda a combo of feelz and angst with Cub/Vixen interaction. LOVE IT~ Anyway, review, and hope you enjoyed!

Sola Haze