Another Chapter. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. Hope you will enjoy this next chapter.

Day 1,966

"Leave him alone." the woman bellowed. She struggled against the chains holding her arms above her head. Rage took over her emotions, deep down she wanted to break down and just cry for days, but that is exactly what they wanted. Oleg wanted to see her completely broken, so that she would give in to his every demand. Every blow that collided into her partner made her want to give up, but remembered the promise she had made to her father. "Please Stop!" Her plead went unheard while the beatings continued.

"Olive, only you have the power to make it stop. Tell me what I want to know and it will stop." Oleg walked calmly around the sizeable interrogation room. He looked like he belonged in a business meeting, not a filthy prison.

Olive's jaw clenched, her breath was heavy. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and tear Oleg's throat out. Still she remains silent, watching her partner suspended from his wrist. His muscles tensed, anticipating another violation to his weakening body. Abruptly, another blow to his stomach knocking the air out of his lung, blood rolled down his chin. His knee failed him buckling under leaving his wrist the bearing all the weight of his injured body. His head hanging from his shoulders.

"Leave us." Oleg commanded motioning to the guards, he walked over to the table to the left of Lucas. It had an assortment of blunt instruments, that the prisoner has already felt the sting of most of them. He dons on a blue rubber gloves on his right hand.

Olives heart starts racing watching her tormentors making his way to Lucas. He lifts the man's chin, with the gloved hand, showing his disfigured face. His right eye was completely swollen shut while his other fought to stay conscious. "How are you feeling, Lucas?" Oleg inquired. "Fuck you." was the mumbled response. The chin was released and his head bobbed forward once again.

"See what you have done to him?" He slowly made his to Olive, pulling of the glove off tossing it to the floor. Olive just stared ahead fixed on the chain holding Lucas up. "I know you think you are strong, but you are far from it. Though you have impressed me with the way you handle pain. Many woman in your position would have broke just weeks after what you have endured. But I know your weakness now." He gander over his shoulder at the spy behind him.

"But he's not your only weakness though, is he?" He looked back at her. "It must be hard trying to live up to your successful brother. Doctor, isn't he? Cardiologist. Your parents must have been so proud when he come home with his papers. Or your sister with her beautiful family. Finally giving your mother the grand babies she's always wanted. Four of them now, I believe. Then theres you, the baby of the family. Always fighting for you fathers attention. He must be so proud of you, when most of your job required you to sell your body for in formation. Beautiful family. The Doctor, the Mother, and then the Whore." Olives body quivered, every word stabbing her gut like a dull dagger.

"If your father was such a big shot in the Secret Services, why hasn't he come to your rescue? Ashamed maybe? Useless to your Country. A Joke." Oleg pulled an envelop from his tailored jacket, pulling out the photos. "I have a present for you, from home." He stood beside her holding up the images. "They don't seem to be missing you." Olive looked away refusing to see them. "They look so happy. Living their meaningful lives. While you rot away. Oh, here is one your new nephew, adorable." Olive gave in and glanced at the photos of her family. Oleg flipped through them slowly. Olive's heart broke when Oleg stopped on one image. A tombstone reading "Here Lies Hugo Prince - Born April 4th, 1939 - Died September 22, 2003". "This was a year ago, today." Oleg Stated. Olive gasped, tears falling down.

"Like I said, your weakness will break you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But soon, you will tell me what I need to know." The man put the photo's back in the envelop. He walked over to the door letting the guard enter the room.

"Bring them back to her cell. She did this to him, she can mend him." Oleg commanded leaning against the wall by the door.

Two guards lowered an unconscious Lucas, dragging his beaten body out of the room. While one guard release Olive, roughly grabbing her right arm pulling her towards following the others.

"Just remember, Olive. No matter how much you conceal from me, your only way out of here will be in a bodybag." Oleg threatened.

Back in the cell, the two guards roughly dropped Lucas in the middle of the floor, while the third shoved her in. They slammed the door and locked it.

Uncontrollable sobs erupted as soon as Olive drop to her knees, her head falling into hand. Reiterating everything that just happened, grasping the fact that her father was dead. She looked up and saw the broken man crumpled on the floor. She slowly crawled towards Lucas, tears still falling. Gently, she roll him over so he was laying was on his back. Hands shaking franticly, she pressed two fingers on his neck feeling his weak pulse. "Wake up, Lucas." Her hand slid up to his face. "Please wake up." the woman whimpered. "Please wake up. Lucas, I need you." Her thumb caressed his swollen eyes. "Don't leave me. Please. I need you." Slowly making her way to the floor, she grabbed hold of his limp hand pulling it in close to her heart. Laying beside him, she closed her eyes longing to escape the reality of her nightmare. "Wake up. Please wake up. Just wake up. I need you to wake up." she repeated over and over under her breath. Exhaustion took over as she fell into a restless sleep.

Olive's opened her eyes when she heard a grunt leaving the man's lips. "Lucas?" She pushed herself up looking down at him. His one good eye slowly opened looking up at her.

"Olive." his voice was barely audible. His face contorted in pain.

"I'm here. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." another burst of tears came flowing, still holding onto his hand.

"Did you…" He struggled to speak.

"No. " She wiped away her wet face.

"Good." he muttered, he made a effort to sit up.

"Here." she help him to a sitting position, "Come on, let's get you to the bed." She pulled him up and took his weight leading him the few steps to the cot. He carefully sat down bending forward as his arms rested on his thighs.

"Are you going be okay?" She asked, regretting it the moment it left her lips.

"I think so. You?" his quivering hands rubbed his temples.

"No. I'm not." She sat down beside him. "Can you do something for me?" He looked at her. "I don't think I'm ever leaving so…"

"Olive…" Lucas tried to interrupt but was unsuccessful.

"Lucas, just listen. Okay?" He nodded his head. "I need you to remember something for me. Don't ask why or what it is. Just remember it. Can you do that?"

"Of course. What is it?" He took her hand in his own.

"Tiresias. That all. Just Remember Tiresias."