Lachesism| Mitch Rapp

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"I'm headed straight for the castle, they wanna make me the queen, and there's an old man sitting on the trone and saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean."

       Freya had been sitting in the car for at least 30 minutes. She was nervous. Hell she was terrified, but she new she had to do it. She had to do it to save Mitch and Stan, and she hoped that if she was ever in the same position, they would also do it for her.

Freya snorted, she knew they wouldn't. After all she was collateral, if they had to they would leave her for dead in an instant even if they were her protection detail. It would just be one more threat eliminated because after all she is a terrorist's daughter.

With a scoff Freya exited the car and made her way into the building. She walked down the stairs and into the basement stopping at the door. She could hear voices on the other side and took a deep breath before she entered.

When the door opened Mitch and Stan turned to look at her. They were tied up to a chair with rope. Her father was mocking them by trying to embarrass them. A wooden chair is the easiest form of confinement to get out of if you know how to do it. Freya was surprised Mitch didn't know how to.

Mitch stared at Freya a look of panic on his face. He didn't want Freya here. Sure, maybe he would die but at least she would be safe. He was scared, he couldn't lose her, especially when she didn't know how much she meant to him. He sent her a pleading look.

Freya rolled her eyes and strutted in the room looking her father straight in the eyes while anger was shown on her face. She tried to get under his skin as his men stood behind her holding her arms down, "You wanted me here well here I am. God you make me sick. I did what you asked father, now let them go." She said father with so much disgust it made Mitch cringe and Stan shiver.

Anton's men lead Freya to a chair that had straps on the arms and the legs. Freya sighed and sat down, letting them strap her in. When they finished one of the men pushed a lever and the seat reclined until Freya was laying flat on her back. As much as she wanted to fight back she wouldn't to ensure the safety of Stan and the man she loved.

Anton laughed, and he walked up to Freya. He stood over her so she could see his face. His eyes held amusement, "My poor naive Freyanna, the things you do for the people you care about. I'm not gonna let them go, I need them. They're going to give me some important CIA information that I need, but you don't need to worry about that we already had a talk before you got here." He signaled his men and they placed an empty bucket under where her head laid. After they finished her father then dismissed his men.

Freya snorted, "They won't tell you shit."

Anton tsked and shook his head, "You're right they wont, well not without any motivation. That's why you're here. You can be tortured for days, weeks even and not break, thanks to me. With that said, I'm going to torture you until one of them breaks and gives me what I need"

As soon as Mitch heard his statement he tried to jump out of his seat but the ropes held him down. He growled, "Don't you touch her, I swear to god!" Anton only laughed and Freya frowned. She turned her head and looked at Mitch. She looked over his face trying to memorize everything like his constellation of moles, his scruff, and his beautiful brown eyes. She knew that this would probably be the last time she would ever see him again. He had a scared look on his face and his eyes were glazed over. He opened his mouth but Freya shook her head.

"Mitch don't tell him anythin-" she never got to finish her statement, because her father abruptly placed a cloth over her face and began to pour water over it. Freya thrashed around as the water made its way into her mouth and nose. Chocking sounds were heard from her and Mitch looked away forcing down his sobs and pushing back his tears. When he lifted the cloth Freya coughed up the water and gasped as she tried to take in as much air as quickly as she could. Then after a brief second he placed the cloth back on her face repeating the same process. The torturing had began

and Anton was just barely getting started.