Soul game

A somewhat... bloodthirsty interrogation

WARNING: Blood, violence.

"Don't talk, if you need to leave give us a tap on the shoulder," warns Ghost once the three of them are in front of the door of the second in command, his brown gaze observes seriously and with a slight hint of concern to the lieutenant who nods her head ready for whatever they don't want her to see but what they didn't know was that she had already seen a lot, things that were not even documented in her reports or documents that had even burned leaving the facts described on paper in the memory of very few alive. "Ah, the little whore comes to see me, if you give me a blowjob I might tell you something," moving his hips upwards he licks his lips observing from head to toe the lieutenant who remains impassive to the Russian's comment, she grabs a chair and drags it to the wall to take a seat next to the door leaving both masked men to try to get some kind of relevant information of Makarov. König stands in front of the Russian preventing him from leering at the lieutenant, taking advantage of his intimidating height, he folds his arms slightly leaning over the restless prisoner whose fear shines in his eyes no matter how much he wanted to act brave he feared both masked men whose reputation was whispered and feared on both sides. "Tell us everything you know and I will consider leaving that tongue intact," the voice, somewhat thicker than normal, manages to affect the lieutenant who expertly does not react visibly to it but ends up looking away from the Austrian's back to focus it on the prisoner who swallows saliva in fright. "I don't know anything," he murmurs shakily when the Austrian takes the index finger of his right hand to lift it slightly from the armrest letting him know his intention if he doesn't like his answer."Wrong answer," says turning abnormally the Russian's finger who lets out a deafening scream, the first of many, Morrigan thinks, watching as König sits up, crossing his arms, immune to any kind of empathetic feeling to the prisoner's pain. "Well, are you remembering something or am I still remembering you?" the dark cloth falls over his right shoulder as he tilts his head without taking his bluish gaze from the prisoner. "I don't know anything, please," he pleads, trying to back away from the Austrian who leans over him. "So your boss knows where Makarov is hiding?," the Russian's gaze flickers between König and Ghost with his eyes visibly blurred by tears that he tries to hold back. "Yes, he knows everything please, I don't know anything," he exclaims frightened when in a quick movement König grabs his middle finger to break it."I hope that's true, you don't want me to come back," König warns, releasing him, and he sighs in relief."Let's go visit the boss" Ghost turns to the lieutenant expecting to see any disgusted or terrified gesture but the lieutenant's look betrays nothing but curiosity. "I'll be right there," Morrigan murmurs as König opens the door of the room, Ghost stares at her for several seconds before giving a small nod and walking out with König leaving them alone.

"Now is when you give me my prize?," a lascivious smile furrows the bloody lips of the Russian who licks them removing some of the blood before spitting it to his side, his gaze travels over the lieutenant's body when she gets up from her seat to approach him under the attentive gazes of König, Ghost and Price who watch through the small camera located in one of the corners of the room.

"What is she doing?" Ghost leans over the table bringing his masked face closer to the screen as he sees Morrigan leaning over the prisoner muttering something to him that none of the three intimidating men can hear, all three with serious gestures and slightly frowned brows at the proximity of the lieutenant with the prisoner. Leaning slightly over the prisoner, she observes how his gaze descends to the neckline of her shirt, making him take his time to react to the knife that she places on his throat in a quick movement, bringing the Russian's attention back to her face. "Now I want you to pay attention to what I'm going to tell you, if we have to go back to this room because we discover that you know something that you haven't wanted to tell us, I'll take care of getting it out of you myself, understood?" in an agile movement Morrigan grabs the prisoner's genitals in a painful hold.

"Understood," he whimpers as the lieutenant tightens her grip, eliciting several pained grimaces from the onlookers. After giving one last painful squeeze she moves away from the prisoner to leave the interrogation room without looking back. 

As she exits, she observes both sides of the completely empty corridor, seconds later one of the doors to her left opens and both masked men appear and watch her attentively, Ghost takes the initiative to go to the second interrogation room where the ringleader was being held. John's bluish gaze watches the screens showing the second interrogation room as the three lieutenants enter the room, again Morrigan takes a chair to place it next to the door to take a seat without saying a word, letting the two masked men take the reins. "Well, where is Makarov?" this time it is Ghost who asks the questions while König takes out one of his combat knives and lights the lighter that Ghost holds out to him to place the blade over the flame under the gaze of the ringleader whose classified documents accredit him as Vassili Alesnarovich."I don't know," says Vissili, shifting in his seat. "Your right hand has not told us the same thing" Ghost tilts his head slightly to one side, his predatory gaze fixed on the Russian who shies away from his gaze."I'm not going to tell you anything," he spits at the lieutenant but he moves quickly causing the spit to fall on the table, in a nimble movement he grabs him by the hair and slams his head against the metal table with force causing a crack followed by several groans while the Englishman rubs his head on the surface cleaning the spit and leaving a trail of blood, when he releases it he leans back coughing the blood accumulated in his mouth when he broke his nose. "Son of a bitch," he mumbles with the bridge of his nose disfigured. "Where is Makarov?" he insists again, but seeing the Russian's uncooperative attitude, he extends his hand in König's direction, who hands him the knife whose blade is on fire. Ghost sighs as if he was sorry to have to use the knife and standing behind the prisoner he grabs him again by the hair to tilt his head to one side exposing his neck.

"Go to hell," he shouts before they turn into screams of pain as Ghost places the back of the knife on his neck, burning his skin.