Steve eyes flickered open. His head was drooped forward, chin almost resting on his chest, the rest of his body had stiffened from the lack of movement. The zip ties were back, and bit into his flesh when he pulled on them instinctively.

His gaze lifted to where Maggie still hung across from him. They had stripped off her pants at some point, as well as tightened the chains around her, increasing the strain on her arms and shoulders. It let her keep her feet on the ground, but that meant her arms were almost straight up and down. Dark red welts, which he guessed were from the cattle prod, stood out starkly against her pale freckled skin. Her head hung down, her curly mess of hair covering her face, hiding it from his view.

"Welcome back Lieutenant." The younger man's voice drifted out of the darkness a few moments before his figure followed. "And I thought you were going to miss out on all of my time with Maggie here." He circled around her tangling his fingers in her hair and jerking it back with a sharp tug. "Now, now, no passing out yet my little pet." She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her throat.

"You know one of the best things about you…" his said softly, his voice carried enough Steve could here him without any issues. He caught Steve's gaze as he ran his hands down her sides pulling her flush against his chest, letting his hands coming to rest on her hips. "Your skin is fair, and it marks so very easily." He punctuated the sentence by grabbing a handful of flesh on Maggie's side and squeezing it as hard as he could. She tried to struggle away from the pain, but his hold and the chains were too much for her to get anywhere.

Steve had to make a decision, drop the man's gaze in an attempt to help Maggie, or keep the challenge of holding his gaze. He dropped his gaze, and called out to Maggie. "Maggie look at me. Just keep looking at me. Ok?"

She tried to nod and looked at him, her eyes squeezing shut in pain and she bit her lip to keep from crying out again. She let out a shuddering breath as the man released her side. The skin was bright red, like a sunburn, with darker lines where the nails had cut and scraped the skin. The attacker dropped his face down towards her neck taking a deep breath.

Steve watched her eyes widen as she figured out what he was doing. "I'm right here. Just look at me." He repeated. Men like these, enjoyed inflicting pain on people. Scaring people and making them suffer. "What do you want?" He ground out, twisting his wrists in an effort to get them lose. All it really did scrape the only sensitive skin on his wrists, but it didn't stop him from trying to get free.

The younger attacker walked away from Maggie at that point and over to the table that had piles of various things. He hadn't given it much thought until now that his attention was focused on it. He could see the cattle prod, along with several knives, at least one gun, and the sjambok that the older man had used on him earlier.

The door ground across the floor as the other man entered the room. "That Lieutenant is a wonderful question." He was dressed in the same black fatigues that he had been wearing earlier. He settled himself in the empty chair and just smiled. Steve could see the crazy surface for a moment before he spoke again.

While he did this the other man, picked up the cattle prod and walked back towards Maggie. He ran the tip of the prod along her flesh and she tried to jerk away from the tip. There was no telltale crackling noise that heralded the incoming electricity.

"What do you want us to do?" He asked, locking his gaze on her. It didn't matter what it was in the long run. He knew it was something neither of them would want to do, but playing their game would give them time. The longer they were alive, the more videos they sent, the more chances his team had to find them. He kept his eyes on Maggie. Ignoring the target in front of him was a risk, but Maggie need all the support he could give her.

"It's not an us type of mission Lieutenant. It's a you type of mission." He leaned forward, his arms coming to rest on his legs. He turned his head enough to nod to the man with Maggie.

"That is what?" He asked. He watched as the prod was pressed into the soft part of her inner thigh.

"Just what the Navy trained you to do." The sentence was punctuated by Maggie's scream and the crackling noise of the prod.

"STOP!" Steve yelled. He pulled hard again, feeling a slick feeling of blood as the tie finally broke his skin. His gaze shot back to the older man in front of him for a moment before back to Maggie. Another scream was ripped from her as the prod was pressed into over and over again. "What do you want me to do?!"

Still the older man sat there. Not speaking or motioning to stop the younger man from hurting her. Her voice was getting hoarse and the screams were turning into pained sobs. He was helpless to stop what was happening it, and he hated it. He couldn't even figure out what the man wanted from him, but he needed to figure out what it was soon. "Just stop hurting her and tell me what you want! What do you think the Navy trained me to do?"

Finally the man motioned and Steve watched as the torturer walked away from Maggie and back to the table. Her breath came in ragged heaving breaths. It reminded him of someone who was drowning. You always felt like you were never sure if that breath was going to be air or a lung full of water.

"They trained you to kill, Lieutenant. Turned you into someone that follows orders, efficiently and without any thought. Taking young men and forging them into weapons. Just like the guns you carry. And you seemed to have had a stellar record."

"If you think I listen all that well you don't know anything about me." Steve laughed. "My partner says I listen about as well as brick wall."

"That is where you're wrong. I know you much better then you know. You'll do what we ask. Not yet, but you will. In time everyone breaks, I just wonder how you'll break."

"What makes you so sure about that?" Steve growled as the man flicked on the camera again. He took a moment to focus it on Maggie, he guessed before he responded. "What if I don't break? What than?"

"Than I get to have all the fun I want, Lieutenant. I don't think little Maggie will still be with us though." The man cooed as he ran his fingers over her jaw. "She's awfully frail, and soft. Not trained like you."

"Just remember everyone breaks. The difference is just in the when. And if you don't break, we'll just have to see then won't we."