𝕷𝖚𝖉𝖔𝖘 - 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝟏𝟒.- 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

"And do you still think love is a Laserquest? Or do you take it all more seriously? I've tried to ask you this in some daydreams that I've had, but you're always busy being make-believe."

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

I wake up somewhere cold and dark, the chill seeping into my bones. I try to move, but my body refuses to respond. Every inch of me hurts, a dull, throbbing ache that turns sharp with the slightest attempt at movement. My vision is hazy, the world around me a blur of shadows and muted colors.

I hear voices speaking French, I think, their words muffled and distorted.

They're talking to me, but I can't make out what they're saying. I focus on the sound, trying to anchor myself to something other than the pain.

"Réveille-toi!" The voice is sharp, commanding. "Wake up!"

I blink, trying to clear my vision. The room comes into focus, dim and foreboding. A man stands in front of me, his expression hard and unforgiving. I recognize him as one of our targets. My heart sinks. They've caught me.

My partner, Claire, must have screwed up the mission. She was supposed to provide cover while I gathered intel, but something went wrong. Now, I'm here, tied to a chair in a cold, dark room, being interrogated.

"Pourquoi es-tu ici?" he demands, his voice cold and devoid of patience. "Why are you here?"

I don't answer. I can't. The pain is too much, and I know better than to give them any information. I was trained to endure this, to resist any form of interrogation, but the pain is overwhelming. I bite down on my lip, tasting blood.

The man nods to someone behind me, and a fresh wave of pain erupts in my side. A boot slams into my ribs causing the chair to fall to the side with me on it, and I gasp, my body convulsing involuntarily. I cough out blood.

They're beating me, trying to break me. But I won't give in. I can't.

"Réponds!" he shouts. "Answer me!"

I force myself to look at him, my vision swimming. I shake my head, refusing to give him the satisfaction. I won't betray my mission, no matter what they do to me.

Another blow lands, this time to my stomach. I double over, retching, but there's nothing in my stomach to bring up. The pain is blinding, a white-hot flare that consumes everything else. I cry out, the sound echoing in the small, dark room. Tears blur my vision, but I blink them away, focusing on the man in front of me. His face is a mask of cold determination. He won't stop until he gets what he wants. But neither will I.