Red Room

interrogation

With hooded eyes and an emotionless face Katya continued with her questioning. She had to hand it to the man. He was persistent in denying any ties to foreign governments.  

But then again she was also persistent in getting her answers. She knew the man was lying and no amount of pleading was going to dissuade her.

She had already seen the British emblem in the lapel of his jacket. She already knew that he was hiding something from her. 

All she needed to do was find out what that something was.  

The struggling and panting man sits hunched forward in his chair. The bag over his head having been removing in order for the raven haired girl to inflict damage upon his face. She wanted to see the pain in his eyes as she drew the knife along his cheek. 

Katya sat across from the man, her leg crossed over the other as she twirls a scalpel between her fingers. 

The man had short blonde hair, a small hint of facial hair trailing along his chin. It appeared that he was trying to go undercover- judging by his mock soviet uniform. However she couldn't get over the fact that he was stupid enough to leave the British emblem on his jacket. 

It was almost like he was trying to get caught. 

Katya's eyes brighten at the idea. Raising from her seat, she slowly approaches the man. His light brown eyes wavering slightly as she gets closer. 

"You wanted to get caught didn't you." She whispers calmly, her Russian accent thick as she spoke English. 

The man flinches, his eyes growing wide as he meets her eyes. "No." 

This only causes Katya's grin to grow, "The only question is why? Did you want to be tortured? What were you intending to find out?" She squats in front of the man, using her black widow skills to their fullest capability. 

One of the main ideas of the black widows was their female allure. Men were fools and they would always fall victim to women. 

Trailing her fingers over the man's knee and legs, she looks up at him through her eyelashes. "Some would call this fate. You know? You and me- meeting here?" 

He scowls, looking away from the attractive young woman. "No."

"Oh- I see. You already have your eyes on someone. What's her name?" She pauses, watching his reaction. His pupils dilate the slightest bit- alerting her that she was right on her assumptions. "It must be a classically bland British name. Alice?" 

No reaction.

"Eva?" 

Not even a flinch. 

"Maisie?" The muscles in his leg involuntarily tighten, causing her grin to grow, her dazzling white teeth showing. "Wow- Maisie. What a name." 

"Shut up."

"I bet she's beautiful. Does she know where you are? Does she even know of your infatuation?" 

"I said shut up."

"She doesn't does she. What a shame." Pushing off from the ground she turns her back to him. "I'll tell you what. You tell me what I want to know and I'll make sure to send her a message." 

"Never." He spits out.

"Aww- is that any way to talk to a girl?" Katya approaches her work table. Rows upon rows of torture tools awaiting at her finger tips. "I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way again."