Day 1

Alone. Lucas found himself sitting at metal table in the middle of a windowless room with his wrist shackled to the table. Unsure about how long he had been waiting, a few hours at least, it gave him time to get familiar with his surrounding. The tiled walls that were once clearly white now are a yellow tint. He peaked behind him and saw the brown splatter of old dried blood. His own blood ran cold at thought of being shot in the head. Or just shot in general. In the right corner of the room there was a table with a white sheet on top covering the instruments he was surely to be aquatinted with. Not to far from the table was a chain hanging from the ceiling with a hook on the end. A lump formed in throat as he rested his head in the nook of his elbow.

His thoughts turned to Olive, wondering where she was. What they might be doing to her. Knowing the terrible things that happen in this sort of place, his mind traveled to the worst possible scenario. He pictured her ravaged and left for dead in a hole in the earth. This is no place for any woman, especially one of her beauty. In fact, this is no place for any human being.

As soon as he heard the door to his left being unlock his head shot up and he stared at the wall in front of him, finding his courage.

"Good afternoon, Lucas." A heavyset Russian made his way to the table and sat across from the spy. He was wearing fine tailored suit, which made him seem out of place in this cell. He looked like he should be attending a wedding or at least a formal dinner.

"It was the afternoon" Lucas thought. Being brought here in the middle of the night, this confirmed the he had spent a great amount of time alone in this holding cell.

Lucas stared coldly at the man before him, determined to not give in to his demands.

"My name Arkardy Katchimov. Welcome to my Home." He greeted with a smile as his hand opened up to either side of him.

Lucas looked away refusing to respond.

"Lucas, Lucas. It is least polite to confirm your own name." Arkardy said with mocking disappointment.

"You already seem to know it, what does is matter if I confirm it or not?" Lucas spat looking back at the man before him.

"It matters." The man leaned back in his chair. The room filled with silence as the Russian waited.

"You been in here for what, over ten hour or so. Surely are uncomfortable and need to relieve yourself." He said after a few minutes.

Lucas didn't really give it much thought until it was mentioned. Yes, he did. He shifted in his hard chair and slowly nodded his head.

"Good. That's what I thought." Arkardy sat forward with arms resting on the table and his fingers interlocked. "Your name."

Lucas never felt so small until this moment when he needed permission to go to the bathroom. His body betrayed his need to keep his dignity.

"Take you time, I have no other plans today." The man stated as he continue stare at the spy in front of him.

"Lucas North." His voice was caught in his throat. " My name is Lucas North." He confirmed with more confidence.

"Good. Good to hear." The Russian stood up and went to the door. Soon after he knocked the door was open and he ordered one of the guards to come in.

A tall lean Russian guard walked in with a forty-liter bucket that was placed in the left corner of the cell. He then made way to Lucas and released his from the cuffs that bound his hands to the table. His rough hands pull Lucas to his feet. The spy stumble slightly, having not used to legs in the last few hours, but he found his bearings as we was escorted the small distance from the table to the corner where the dirty white bucket waited.

Shame came over Lucas aware of the two sets of eye on him as he unzipped his pants and let his full bladder free. The sound of water hitting the empty bucket echoed throughout the room, as a knot tied in his stomach.

As soon as he was finished the guard brought him back to the table a forced him to sit back down, then proceed to put the shackles back on his wrist.

Arkardy beckoned the guard to his side and whispered into his ear. The tall man nodded his head and turned to the door.

Arkardy and Lucas sat in silence as the guard left them alone in the room.

"You see, Lucas, this is how it is going to work." Arkardy beamed with victory. "You give me something I need and I will give you something you need. Plain and simple."

Lucas just stared as his hands, hoping, wishing that he was left alone. To took everything in him to not ask about Olive and her where she was being keep. He did not want them use her to get to him.

The cell door opened once more and the guard can back in with a tray in hand and left it on end of the table. Lucas look up and could smell the aroma of some sort of food, which he soon saw was to be hot soup. Beside the bowl was a bottle of water and a slice of bread.

"Look Lucas, since it is your first day of many. Think of it as a welcoming gift." He pushed the tray towards his prisoner. Lucas felt sick as he watched the man across from him had a wide grin on his face.

Arkardy stood up and made his way to the door. "Until tomorrow Mr. North."

With that, Lucas let out a long sigh as if he was holding his breath and found himself alone again.