Drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness, Quinn lost track of reality. In her dreams, she was chasing down Noxian assassins who had made an attempt on the prince of Demacia; Prince Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth. In reality, she was being hung upside down by her bare feet, no more clothes or body armor. Blood was rushing to her head, she was barely aware that her captor was asking questions.
Quinn was aware that hot water was poured to keep her conscious, she was also aware of new slashes of red across her body. Her regenerative abilities were starting to fail with the lack of food, her body could no longer supply the energy to heal herself.
Having regained her senses partially, Quinn took every opportunity she had to meditate. Struggling, she undertook the routine procedures of checking her surroundings, gathering information, all out of habit. Unfortunately, the room was dim, save for one burning torch which illuminated a table with various tools. Being upside down, Quinn had trouble recognizing her surroundings further.
She heard a clang from the far side of the room, followed by the sound of turning cogs. Quinn was being let down gently, until her body rested on the cold stone floor.
She saw her captor, wearing a dark leather uniform, complete with a hood to mask his face, similar to her bodysuit, except more bulky. The room was too dark, Quinn could not even see Ramin's eyes.
Ramin held up a needle. Quinn had lost track of the numbers of injections she was given, but she theorized that this one was just another paralyzing agent. Ramin would then strap her to another one of his infernal machine, and begin another round of torture. Or maybe Ramin just enjoyed beating her with no real purpose aside for entertainment. Afterall, Quinn had resisted all his attempts, what makes him think that his new method will be more effective?
Ramin did just as Quinn imagined. Quinn's limbs felt limp after receiving the injection on her neck, not that she was strong enough to rebel without the injection. Ramin was careful, evidently his previous occupation also required a lot of preparation. Ramin could not have been an interrogator all his life, interrogators were far less careful and more rash. No, Ramin likely planned this from the start, knowing that she will resist.
Ramin squeezed Quinn's cheeks, and inserted something soggy. Quinn started to gag, until she heard Ramin telling her to eat it. Reluctantly, she began to close her mouth to chew, and realized that it was soggy bread. Having eaten nothing for the past weeks, Quinn rapidly chewed and swallowed the piece of bread, nearly choking in the process. Ramin had to tap her back to make sure Quinn got the bread down her throat.
"That is all you will be getting for now. Let's play a game. For each piece of information you yield, I will give you a piece of bread. If you give me ten different battle plans, I will give you fresh meat." Ramin seemed more excited over the rules of the game rather than the information he might obtain.
"Of course, a game is not a game without penalties. If you don't speak, I will consider this as a refusal to comply. The penalty will apply until you decide to talk. To add to the game, I won't even tell you what penalty I will apply. That's going to be fun."
Quinn was lifted, and carried to an operating table. Once again, spread eagled and fully exposed, Quinn was unable to move.
"I think that, in the past weeks, you might have a misconception of me. I may be your enemy, but I'm really not that bad. I showed you the side of me that uses pain to extract information, but I also have another side. I can make you feel good. Thats right, I'm not a bad person, I'm only doing my job. You should know that money can be hard to come by for those not under the League of Legends' benefit, I have to work to earn a living. But don't worry, we'll begin in just a few moments."
Ramin momentarily left, only to return with a white surgical glove, and a feather. Naked and nowhere to run, Quinn began to dread this next torture method.
Slowly and carefully, Ramin ran his hand up the inside of Quinn's right thigh, before stopping shy of her vagina. He took the feather, and gently stroked Quinn's armpit. Instantly, Quinn felt an urge to laugh, but she resisted. Once again, Quinn will not give him the satisfaction. She could not see, but she felt Ramin's devilish smile. She could sense that Ramin's hand was moving up, working at her genital area, until he found what he was looking for. Peeling back the flesh gently, Ramin revealed her clit, already starting to swell a little.
Ramin started rubbing her clit and working the feather. The intense feeling of euphoria instantly hit Quinn.
"Having fun are we? Remember, I can stop as soon as you tell me anything relevant. Just keep that in mind."
Quinn wimpered. The feeling was overwhelming. She started to cry a little from the rubbing and stroking of feather as it became more and more intense. She could feel herself ready to orgasm, but she held it in. She will resist Ramin until the end.
"Why won't you say anything? You know that you'll die if this continues. Do you want your life to be wasted like this? Do you?" The last sentence was somewhat forceful, as if Ramin had exhausted all his methods, yet did not receive the satisfaction he was hoping to obtain.
Quinn no longer wanted to be free, at this point, she wished for this interrogation to end. She lost track of time, and Valor was no where to be found. She had accepted that Valor would not be here to save her. She accepted that she made a heavy mistake. She had accepted death as the only outcome.
But she will not yield. As an elite agent, Quinn will never reveal information regarding Demacia's plans. Her suffering, her humiliation, was not enough to break her pride as an elite agent of Demacia. Quinn had made peace with herself, knowing that she will leave this world with her honor intact.
"I won't be broken! I won't tell you anything. You can do what you wish, but you won't get the satisfaction of breaking me! I'd rather die!" Quinn yelled across the room, trying to hold back laughter.
Ramin seemed defeated. He abruptly stopped rubbing Quinn's clit and working the feather. He paced around the room, kicked a chair, before coming back to the operating table.
"Fine. If you won't talk out of your own volition, perhaps I can provide some encouragement. I'll be back with something special."
Ramin left the room. Quinn could hear banging against metal, as if something was trying to free itself from a metal cage. She could hear squawking, a sound she had not heard in a while. Ramin appeared under the torch, even posing with the cage as its inhabitants struggled to break the cage. Even in the dim light, Quinn could make out the blue plumage. Her heart sank at the sight of Valor.
"Look what I found some time ago."