Interrogation

Bad luck

As Angelina was putting the wire-tap on and testing how nicely it works, two Russian soldiers appeared. But there was nowhere to hide. She saw them. They saw her. There were completely no excuses to be made because no one would ever enter this kind of place for no reason. Angelina ran. But was caught by the soldiers. She fought fervently, but they were two men holding one woman down. As they handcuffed her, one of the Russian soldiers spoke to the other, saying, "We've got an American lady to play with!" They both smirked.

After they brought her to their base, the interrogation began.

There were 3 Russian soldiers sitting across from her. A table stood between them and her. There was another table behind where Angelina sat, but she didn't exactly know what it was meant for.

They took out all of her belongings and confiscated anything that could help her commit suicide. They needed intelligence, so she was better alive than dead.

In Russian, they asked, "What were you doing in that place where you're not supposed to go?"

"It's none of your business." (To be a spy, she must have flawless Russian.)

"Tell us, or we're going to force you to tell us. Believe me, if you don't confess now, you would regret it."

"Well, I won't confess. Do what you want to me, but it will be no use."

"We knew that. So we prepared a special surprise for you."

Angelina was hauled, by 2 soldiers, onto the table behind her. She was tied there with ropes that made her X-shaped.

"We call it the interrogation table. We only put females on here, and we always get what we want from them."

"You're not getting that from me," said Angelina, unaware of what was to happen.

They took off her size 8.5 shoes and socks, revealing a pair of feet that made people undergo sexual arousal in less than one millisecond (hyperbole lol).

They didn't take off her clothes, though.

"And now," smirked the highest-ranked officer, "the interrogation finally begins.