The eerie cell seemed to grow colder as the guards turned the corners, coming from both sides. Interrogation time again apparently.
The bars in the front of the cell swung open (again) and (not so suddenly) a minimum of twelve men, all dressed in black and armed to the teeth, surrounded her.
"Hello boys. What do you want from me this time?" It came out exactly as she wanted it to: Teasing, seductive and cheeky. It was her in a nut shell. But of course she got no reply from the men; she rarely did.
She didn't bother reminding them (again!) that she didn't need the handcuffs and that she was perfectly able to walk rather than being shoved down deserted hallways. There were times when she wondered whether she was the only prisoner, until they'd proved her wrong.
But they soon reached the interrogation room and she was forced past the door, into another corridor, and almost half the prison away from said room.
"Where are we going then boys?" She called out to them as they lead her into a dark room, in which the only light shone from the door cracks. The light flicked on above them and the room flickered into appearance. Irritatingly, there wasn't much in the room, just a chair – not really what River had been hoping for. It didn't really give her much to go on.
"How do you escape so often, Dr. Song?" She was forced into the chair, her arms and legs held down as the metal clamped down around her ankles and wrists. The guard that had spoken was the one who was the closest. He was the youngest, newest and sweetest. "Tell us. We don't want to hurt you-" She was fairly certain this wasn't true for at lest half of them "-Tell us and this will stop. Please."
"Silly boy." She laughed, watching the new guards enter the room, one who held a black silhouette. "I'm not scared of them."
And the men where behind her, touching her hair as she wiggled, fighting his grip on her head. And something cold. Then there was the pain, far too much pain for her small frame to handle. But the screams wouldn't come and the guards were gone and her muscles contracted. She needed out.
But, by Rassilon it hurt.
So much.
Such a short chaptrer. Gasp!
big thanks to WholockedAnglophile for editing and fixing the mistakes my slow brain doesn't realise are even there!
Not far to go now!
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