glamorouspirate, you ask wonderful questions, but I can't answer them, unless you want me to give away the plot.

Thanks for the reviews.

Enjoy.


Present

"Miss Mars," Veronica groaned as she once again awoke in a room that she had decided to tear down brick by brick when she got out. She was in so much pain, she felt as if she were burning.

"I'm disappointed in you—you passed out," he chuckled. "Aren't you trained to withstand this sort of thing? Now, I am just going to review your answers. You believe Mr. Echolls to be dead. Only your partner and your director know that you're investigating me and my family. And you discovered, clever girl, that we have an informer embedded within the FBI, but you don't know who it is. This is where you passed out."

He came closer to her and stoked her sweat dampened hair, "Veronica, I've been gentle with you, but I'm losing my patience. I think you're lying and its making me angry. I'm running out of questions, and I don't think you'll make it if you keep lying to me."

He turned and yelled toward the closed door, "Boris! Ivan!"

Veronica laughed and winced at how weak she sounded, "Could you be anymore clichéd?"

He didn't respond. Instead he walked past Boris and Ivan, "Boys, I want you to break her." He looked back at Veronica, "I want her to suffer." The door creaked shut as he left.

Veronica smiled ironically. They didn't know about her vow. She would never break. As for suffering, she had been suffering for seven years. She could handle a bit more.

Sorry for this, but there's going to be a bit of a delay between this post and my next. I started this story a week before finals, and I'm going to be hard pressed for time. But don't worry, I know where the story is going and I will finish it (eventually).

Thanks for reading.