I don't own the Blacklist and I don't make money with fanfiction, BUT I wanna say one thing: no offense, but I can't understand those Keenler-shippers and people who think Red is Lizzie's father...
However, thanks for your reviews, I wouldn't have thought I would get so much feedback for the first two chapters, thank you!
Warning: A bit of violence in this chapter!
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Previously: "Goodnight." she whispered sweetly and watched him close the door.
I know how to manipulate you, Special Agent Raymond Reddington...
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The next morning after breakfast she found herself sitting cuffed to the table again, ready for the next round. Yesterday, she had refused to talk to him. Today, she had planned on changing her tactic.
"So, Elizabeth, have you slept well? I did."
"You do realize that this is no way to get information, don't you? Smalltalk won't make me tell you anything."
"You decided to talk to me today? That's interesting. I almost thought I had to beat a confession out of you." he replied with a cold smile.
"Oh, I'm not gonna confess. I will talk to you, but I will not confess anything, understood?"
"'Understood'? I'm the one who's asking the questions, not you. Now let's go back to the four murders you committed we talked about yesterday."
"What makes you think I did this?"
"We have camera footage that shows you."
"And why would you think it's really me? I could have a twin sister. I believe you told me about a mysterious associate of mine that covers my tracks. Before you accuse me of anything, how about actual evidence?"
Reddington grinned and tilted his head to the side while leaning back in his chair.
"Are you trying to turn this interrogation around? No matter what you do, it's not going to work."
He reached over to her right hand. She had been restrained with her palm visible to him to make her uncomfortable. When he started to touch the scar, she tried to pull away from his grip and closed her hand to a fist, struggling to prevent him from seeing her scar again.
"You will only rub your knuckles sore on the desk if you keep doing this. Open your hand. Now."
For some reason, she obeyed and let him touch her sensitive palm. She blushed and looked away, not willing to let him see how vulnerable it made her when other people touched it. She was supposed to be the strong, manipulative criminal and not some girl who's attracted to a cop. He kept a firm grip on her wrist although she was cuffed to the table, then traced the pattern of the scar with one finger. She needed all her will power to not clench her fingers around his and not to appear too weak.
"Tell me about it." he ordered.
"Why would I?"
"I am asking the questions. Tell me."
"No."
He grinned at her and got a small penknife out of his pocket, then twisted her left hand around and pressed the knife painfully into her palm.
"Want another scar? Bigger than the other one? With a nice, huge, ugly pattern?"
"No!" she panted and struggled against his grip, but he forced her hand open again and teased her skin with the penknife.
"I am not gonna talk!"
"Maybe not yet."
"Are you some kind of a psychopath who enjoys seeing people suffer? Is this only about pain? If it is, I want you to know that you can do this as long as you like. I will never tell you anything!"
"Of course not." he said dryly and cut her across the left palm without warning while holding her gaze all the time and grinning at her. He held her fingers down so that she couldn't stop him from cutting her. While she tried to push the pain at the back of her mind, she thought about what she could tell him.
"Are you ready to talk now?" he asked and stood up, walking around her until he was behind her.
"Or do I have to hurt you more?" Agent Reddington growled directly into her ear. He pulled at her hair roughly so that she had to tilt her head to the side and let the knife wander up and down the side of her neck, sending amazing shivers down her spine.
Yes, it scared her, but she took some sort of sick pleasure in what he was doing to her. The pain in her hand was unbearable, and she watched the blood trickling slowly out of the cut.
"Will you...will you do something about that?"
"About what?" he asked hypocritically into her ear.
"My hand, damn it!" she yelled.
"No, no, no. Not so cheeky, Elizabeth. Either you start talking or I let so much blood pour out that you lose consciousness, clear?"
She was whimpering in pain and crying a little as he cut her open, she hadn't expected him to actually hurt her.
"Am I clear?" he asked impatiently and tilted her chin up.
"Yes." she hissed.
"Good girl."
He went back to his chair and cleaned the knife with a handkerchief, ignoring her tears, just like yesterday.
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After she had given him some information, he stood up again.
"I'll get you something for your hand. Stay here." he said with a grin.
A few minutes later, he was back and started cleaning the bloody cut he had left on her hand, then bandaged it carefully. She watched him doing the task, he worked in silence and very thoroughly, as if it wouldn't be the first time he had done this.
"So, let's continue. Back to that incident in Spain, why did you kill José Méndéz?"
Elizabeth answered all his questions, occasionally resisting and refusing to go on. She acted like the pain in her left hand and the way he softly caressed her right wrist made her vulnerable and encouraged her to be truthful. Later, she was allowed to take a nap in her cell while Agent Reddington would tell the rest of his team what she had said.
After he had closed the door behind her, she grinned devilishly to herself, knowing that everything she had told him had been lies. She had acted like he could make her talk with a little pain, but in fact she had just made up everything. She had given him information that belonged to other cases or was completely false.
xxxxx Meanwhile in the office:
"Reddington, why is there blood on your suit?"
"I had to use more...unusual ways to make Elizabeth Keen talk, but she's alive and not hurt anymore." he answered honestly when Agent Cooper saw a few red spots on his sleeve.
Damn, this little minx has ruined one of my best suits...I just hope she has been honest, else she'll get what for!
"Agent Navabi told me she saw a bandage on Keen's hand when she accompanied her to the bathroom. What the hell have you done? We talked about this, Reddington! You can't physically injure suspects!"
"Sir, it was necessary and I assure you that she's fine."
The conversation went on for a couple of minutes, but in the end Agent Reddington got away with it, like always.
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Elizabeth closed her eyes in desperate need for some sleep. The interrogation had 'only' lasted four hours today, not twelve, and although she had lied all the time, she was completely exhausted. Her left hand was still throbbing under the bandage and everytime she closed her eyes, she saw this weird, sadistic gleam in his eyes when he had cut her with his penknife.
She wrapped the blanket around her body and tried to sleep before the FBI found out that she lied and would interrogate her again until she told them the truth.
She had stayed in there all day and all night, but when she had to go back to the interrogation room the next day, she knew she was in trouble.
She let Agent Reddington cuff her to the table without resistance, she planned on playing with him a little while longer.
He didn't sit down in front of her, but kept standing behind her with one hand under her chin and one on her shoulder, rubbing over her collar bone with his thumb.
"You lied to me, Elizabeth."
Completely ignoring what he had said, she replied: "I want a shower and fresh clothes, Raymond."
"Have I allowed you to call me by my first name? I believe I haven't. Speaking about clothes: you have ruined the suit I was wearing yesterday. There was blood on it."
"And is it my fault that you cut my damn hand open, you sadistic bastard?!"
"What was that?"
"You heard me."
"Your attempts to gain the upper hand in this conversation are quite endearing, but if you behave like you did yesterday, I won't allow you to go to the bathroom today. I hope you remember that an interrogation may last 12 hours."
She could almost hear that he was grinning...
"I bet that's against the law!"
"So? Now what do you want? Telling the truth or having to control your...physical needs for twelve hours?"
She turned her head around to face him and glared at him. "I want a shower, damn it! And fresh clothes. You can't do that to me!"
"You get that when you told me the truth about those murders, not a second earlier."
"Fine, but I want a deal."
He chuckled coldly. "Oh, really? A deal? There won't be a deal, sweetheart."
"Don't call me that." she complained, trying to make him let go of her shoulder. The way he touched her made her unable to think.
"I can call you whatever I want, and now start talking or this is going to be much more unpleasant than yesterday." he whispered into her ear and squeezed her shoulders lightly. "And don't you dare lying to me this time."
"Then why don't you start asking questions? I'm waiting, Raymond."
Elizabeth had another plan for today: she would indeed tell him parts of the truth, she knew she was going to prison anyway, but she wouldn't tell him anything useful. She would make him think that it was useful, but in fact it was just redundant information that wouldn't be helpful to solve the cases. If he was aware of her manipulations, he wasn't showing it yet and actually, what she did today was just one of the steps she had planned to push him over the edge. She grinned and began answering his questions.
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TBC
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I know, terrible cliffhanger :) The next chapter will contain a few smutty interrogation scenes!
