heavy, and i mean heavy content warning for this one guys.
i woke up zip tied to a chair with those thick ass industrial ties, my hair knotted and fucked up with a pillowcase over my head.
"hello?" i called out.
"good morning sergeant." graves spoke, his smirk audible.
"graves where the fuck am i? what did you do?" i asked, a million thoughts coming to mind.
"i'm the one asking questions here." he spat, lifting the pillowcase from my head.
he was in full tactical gear, rifle in arm.
there were two other men sitting in the corners of the room, one very bright fluorescent light above me, and an industrial flashlight being shone directly into my eyes.
"who are they?" i questioned.
he slapped me across the face.
"i'm asking the questions." he warned.
it was suddenly very cold.
i looked around and noticed that i was sitting in my underwear, my sports bra suddenly on, meaning somebody had dressed me between then and now.
"understood sergeant?" he asked.
"yes commander, understood."
"good, where is your base?" he asked.
"my base? we're at my base?" i answered, puzzled.
"your personal base, your home ground." he asked, pointing his rifle at me.
"i'm sorry commander but i can't share that information." i apologized.
"enough excuses, where is your base?" he asked again.
"commander i can't, you know this."
"let me take over boss." an unfamiliar american accent said, standing from his chair.
graves backed up and a masked man approached.
i swallowed whatever spit was gathering in my mouth and looked up at him.
"we're going to do this my way. you're going to tell me where your base is, or you're going to get electrocuted. sound easy enough?" he asked.
"sir i can't share that-"
"shush, am i understood?"
"shock me all you want, i won't break." i spat on him.
he wiped the spit off his mask and glared down at me, pulling over a car battery, cables and clamps.
i honestly expected him to just spark them at me.
boy was i wrong.
he stuck his finger under the cleavage fabric of my sports bra, pulling it down so my bare breasts were now exposed to the elements and those in the room.

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