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She had expected Sasha, and she was wrong. A guard that she hadn’t seen before motioned her to follow him out of the room. He marched her, still naked, down a long corridor that was as dingy as her cell, and into a familiar room. The man in charge was there, but there was still no sign of Sasha.

“I trust you slept well?” the man asked, grinning sadistically at the state of her appearance. Suzanne was clean, but her bruises had darkened and her mouth felt swollen from where Sasha had hit her. She sneered at him in an attempt to look as though she wasn’t ashamed and embarrassed at her nakedness.

“I don’t think I would make reservations at this hotel again,” she replied. “I had asked for a sea view, you know.”

He was not impressed. He stood up and leaned over his desk at her. “I had thought you might be a little more cooperative after you had a few hours to think things over. Perhaps you don’t understand the gravity of your situation? Was Sasha not clear enough in explaining things to you? Perhaps we should ask him for another demonstration of his abilities?”

Suzanne started to tremble at the thought of her tormentor touching her again, but she wasn’t going to give up and give them what they wanted. “I’ll never tell you anything useful,” she said defiantly, and he raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

“Oh yes you will. We can always use more conventional styles of coercion,” he growled. “If you won’t cooperate with us being civil.”

“Civil?” Suzanne repeated, a look of disgust on her face. “Look at me!”

“Nothing that won’t heal in a matter of days,” he replied. “We can easily change that; start slicing you open and leaving scars. Removing parts that you would miss… Sasha would be disappointed with such a messy method, but I’m sure he can be convinced. If need be.”

Suzanne was shaking. The pain that she had already suffered had been excruciating, but she had known that they could do a lot worse. It was only going to be a matter of time before they found some terrible punishment that she just couldn’t handle and she cracked. And then she would be useless, apart from as Sasha’s plaything; he had said that she belonged to him now. He’d said a lot of things that had terrified her at the time, but her panicked brain was now clutching to them as proof that perhaps he wouldn’t kill her as soon as they had the information that they wanted. His plaything. But if she was a mess, would he even want her for that?

The futility of Suzanne’s predicament was beginning to sink in. She didn’t want to give up the information that they wanted, but she didn’t want to die. And even if she did give them what she wanted, she was either going to die or become a slave to the whims of her captors until they were bored with her. No. It was no good thinking like this. She had to think about the present. She had to survive and be strong and bide her time for a chance to escape. As long as she didn’t give up, she had a chance. She squared her jaw and looked at the man sitting smugly in front of her defiantly.

“We all have to do what we feel we must,” she said, and he nodded. He motioned to the guards who tied her dangling from the ceiling again. The ropes cut into her already raw skin, but she didn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her wince. She had to do what she had to do.

Sasha arrived, walked up to her and took her jaw in his hand. He was much cleaner than she remembered, and had also made the effort to change into a clean set of clothes. The effort hadn’t gone as far as shaving, however, so he maintained his rather brutal look. “Am I going to have to break you?” he said softly, stroking her cheek gently. He didn’t look like he was looking forward to the idea. He slid his mouth to her throat and nuzzled gently, and Suzanne’s breathing became erratic. “Give him what he wants, and I can protect you,” he whispered into her ear.

“Not good enough,” Suzanne replied. “I want to go home.” Sasha’s eyes darkened in anger. His grip on her jaw became cruel.

“It’s the best you’re going to get!” he growled. “You’re in no position to make demands. Maybe you don’t quite understand? You are mine. Once he’s done with you, it’s me who decides what happens to you. Now you can either do as I say, or you can spend the rest of your life being raped by the 200 hungry Bosnian soldiers outside. And I’ll warn you, they won’t care how much they hurt you as long as your body is still warm. It’s up to you.”

Suzanne glared at her captor defiantly. “I hope you rot in hell you evil son of a bitch!” she growled, and spat at him for good measure. Sasha released his grip on Suzanne’s jaw, throwing her head to the side in disgust. When she looked back at him, she got a glimpse of something moving towards her face at high speed, and then there was the familiar sickening *crack* of a fist connecting with her face.

This time, Sasha’s boss did not stop him, and the beating continued for an eternity. When it became apparent that Suzanne was about to pass out, he stopped. Not out of kindness; he just didn’t want her to miss any of her punishment. She was weak from hunger and dehydration, and she hoped that he would let her sleep for a while, but he had other plans. He slapped her until she focused her eyes on him groggily, made sure that she was awake again, and then the beating continued.

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Suzanne didn’t think that she could possibly have any tears left, but Sasha managed to make her cry again. And whimper, and scream. After a particularly long bout of punishment, Sasha paused as he thought that Suzanne was about to pass out again. However, she surprised them both by dry heaving violently; her body had nothing to throw up but it made her suffer shuddering pains nonetheless. He hit her another couple of times, but she was fading in and out of consciousness every few seconds; it was time to stop.

Sasha joined his superior officer and left Suzanne hanging alone while he went for some food and a drink. It occurred to him that the girl hadn’t eaten or drank anything in over 24 hours, which was probably a good reason for her fainting constantly. He returned to find the girl still out cold. He stroked his fingers over her body gently, enjoying the feel of her cool, soft skin. He was amazed at the delicate texture which was a stark contrast to the hard calluses on his hands. The smaller bruises on her body were being disguised by the larger ones caused by the latest beating that she had endured, and she still looked beautiful.