Nell And Eric ~The Mission~

Chapter Six. Mr Bad Guy.

Yup, still writing in the middle of the night, still half asleep. But I have noticed that I have a lot better concentration and much more fantasy and ideas in the middle of the night. I have written 2 chapters(if you count with this one) in 3 hours.
Nell's PoV.

"What have you told your friends at NCIS about us?" I don't make a sound and he who asked the qustion pulls out a knife. He puts the knife against my leg.

"I ask you again, what have you told your friends at NCIS about us?" I don't know how they found out that I worked at NCIS, our cover was supposed to go too deep for anyone to find out.

"Answer me!" The guy yells at me. The others have left and there are just this guy and me. He haven't told me his name so I just call him Mr Bad Guy. He realises that I'm not going to answer so he makes a deep cut in my leg with his knife and I scream out of pain. I try to keep my tears from falling, I don't want to give him the joy of seeing me cry. He leans in close and whispers

"Answer me or I'll not hesitate to do that again." I look away, trying to ignore the pain in my leg. Trying to not show him how scared I am. Come on Eric, Hetty, Kensi, Deeks, Sam, Callen, someone, please find me.

(I have noticed how people never make any chapters or something from the bad guys perspectiv so as the weird person I am I will do that now.)
Mr Bad Guy's PoV.

I didn't want to have to hurt her but my orders are clear, 'Do whatever it takes to get her to talk.' Or, I try to tell myself that I don't want to. And with my boss it's Do or Die. I choose Do. We all do what we have to to survive. I don't understand why she isn't talking, I would talk under torture if I didn't know that my boss would hire people to hunt me down and kill me if I did.

And I don't think her boss would do that. Of course I don't have any information about how NCIS works but they are, according ti them, the "good guys". I don't agree. They do what they have too, we do what we have too. Of course what we do breakes the rules that they have come up with. I turn to the woman I'm interrogating. I think her name is Nell.

"You tell me now or I'll cut your other leg too." She looks a little pale, maybe I shouldn't have cut so deep, she can't lose too much blood. I can't let her die before she have told me what I want to know.She is still not saying a single word. I sigh, it's like she is asking me to hurt her. I cut her again but not that deep this time and she screams again.

"You will tell me or you will die." She turns her head to me and I can see tears in her eyes.

"Then I will die." She whispers and gives me a look that clearly says that she hates me more than everything. Not that it bothers me. It's not the first time someone hates me or the first time that I'm torturing someone. It actually doesn't bother me to have to torture people either. It just shows who of us that are stronger. And it's always me. Obviously, because I'm not the one sitting in that chair. The things that matters to me is that I'm still alive and that I still have my freedom.

Okay, it's not so easy to try to imagine what a "bad guy" are thinking/feeling but I guess this turned out pretty okay... Maybe. Not. Idk.