Look at me, updating both my fics on the same day! This chapter is a little violent so be warned. Apart from that, enjoy!
Vicki sat on the hard chair in the interrogation room that one of the GC goons had forcefully lead her too. She was cuffed and terrified, she couldn't deny that, but she could pray, and act like she wasn't. She wasn't prepared to give them the satisfaction of seeing her weak or worse, break. It was a given that she would die before giving them any information about Judd or any of her friends, and she would die before denouncing her faith. She took a deep breath and put on a brave face as she heard the heavy footfalls of Commander Fulcire.
The Commander burst through the door and slammed it behind him. He stared her down. She held his stare, heart thumping in fear, but her face showing the courage she had deep within.
"Good to see you again Byrne." He said venomously.
"It's Thompson actually." She replied.
"Of course it is." Fulcire said with a fake smile, "How is that husband of yours?"
"He's great," she said stoically, "Thanks for asking."
"I'm sure he is."
"So you got me, Commander." She said, glaring at him, "Are you gonna kill me already?"
Fulcire laughed, "You wish. No Byrne… I mean Thompson, I'm not going to kill you. Not yet anyway. Not when I know how much information you have in that pretty red head of yours."
Vicki rolled her eyes, "You're crazy if you think I'm going to tell you anything."
A blinding pain stung her cheek and Fulcire swung the palm of his hand and struck her hard across the face. She winced.
"Don't give me that, Thompson." He spat, "I'm sure I can manage to… persuade you."
"Do we have to beat around the bush Commander?" Vicki said, clenching her jaw to mask the pain and fear, "You want to know where Judd is, and I'm never going to tell you. So you may as well kill me."
Fulcire laughed, "You think you're so clever. But really, you're just a completely naïve child."
Vicki glared at him, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play coy with me, Thompson. You and I both know that there isn't anything that precious husband of yours wouldn't do to save you. He's done stupid things countless times before. And you and I both know that he'll be planning some way, right now, as we speak to rescue you. You and I also know that it'll just be a matter of time before he is on his way. And when he gets here, I'll capture him…" he bent down so he was face to face with her, his nose inches from hers, "But I still won't kill you. No. Instead, I'll get to watch your pretty little face as I take that boy, stupid enough to get involved with someone like you and take his head."
A rage built up inside of her, deep down in the pit on her stomach, she wanted to hit him, scream at him, claw at his ragged, leathery face with her fingernails. He knew. This monster knew that she only had one weakness. Judd. He was her only weakness. And Fulcire knew that for Vicki, a fate worse than death would be witnessing Judd's. She could only pray that he wasn't going to be coming. But she knew Fulcire was right. She knew Judd would have found that she had gone missing and would already be planning a rescue mission. Walking straight into the trap. Trap… huh. She thought. He didn't want to risk walking into a trap for the believers in the email. Would he walk into a trap for her? Of course he would. Because she was his only weakness as well.
"Don't think you'll get off scott-free, Thompson." Fucire growled, "We can always arrange His and Her guillotines. You'll join your husband soon enough."
"You can kill our bodies, Commander," Vicki scowled, "But you can't touch our spirits."
Another blow of pain as the Commander struck her in the face again, this time knocking her right off the chair. She hit the concrete ground and reached to her mouth. Blood. She looked up only to see Fulcire's boots near her. She gasped as she noticed what he was about to do.
The Commanders boot connected with her body as he kicked her brutally across the room. She flew backwards and hit the concrete wall. She was whimpering in pain and was winded and out of breath. She couldn't hold onto the brave face anymore as tear ran down her bloody cheek.
Fulcire stared down at her and grabbed a handful of her red hair. He pulled her to her feet and she screamed.
"I've wanted to do that even since I first saw your face on that television screen." He growled at her, putting her back on the chair.
Her hair was matted in blood that was seeping from a wound on her face. Her lip was split and she was developing two black eyes. She tried as best to clutch her ribs as she could whilst cuffed. It felt as though some had broken. Her head was spinning and she felt like she was about to vomit.
"Now," Fulcire started, "I might not need your help in finding your husband… but I do believe you might have some information you'd like to share about a little group of Judahites in Avery."
Vicki breathlessly responded, "I'm not telling you anything about them either."
"Listen to me Thompson, and listen carefully." Fulcire shouted, "The more cooperative you are, not only the better for you but the better for Mr. Thompson."
"What are you talking about?" she murmered.
"Well, the longer you take to give me some information about the Avery Judahites the more I'm going to make him suffer, and in turn, make you suffer."
Vicki dropped her head. She was cornered. Fulcire grinned when he noticed she had begun to falter.
"So think carefully about what you have to say to me, Thompson. Think very carefully."
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