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Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

The captain took her answer, and with it kicked open the door, literally kicking it open with a swift strike of his boot. The doors partially rusted hinges screamed with the strain on thier metal, the door swinging open slowly. A flicker of light revealed the inside of the room to be a 12 by 12 foot room. One bare bulb flickering, swinging slowly on the lone cord it hung by, just barely enough to make the shadows cast by its light waver and dance. Four racks were bolted into the walls, two on the left, two on the right. The one on the lower right was inhabited. A man laying down rolled over, staring at the open door. He had the marks of a fierce beating upon him, contusions, bruises, a blackened eye, several cuts that were just healing over. He moved slowly, stiffly as his legs swung down and the man sat up. Dressed in drab greys, bare footed, with only a shirt and sweats upon him.

The captain rotated her head to stare at this man. His lips came closer to her ear, almost brushing against it. His voice dropped again, whispering to her, "You will give him what he wants... or you will find yourself serving a much worse fate."

He pushed her lightly towards he doorway, still holding onto his chain. The light flickered again. A little closer, beneath the wounds, she might recognize him as Rauvin.
 
She could not help but jump as the Officer kicked the large door open. The low cry of metal on metal hurting her ears as she watched the room slowly come into view. At first she thought the male was one of her men, her heart starting to beat faster with the idea she was not alone there. Her hopes crushed and replaced with a slight fear as she saw the Cpl she had nut checked earlier in her stay. He was there, even behind the cuts and bruises....her hills digging into the ground as the officer pushed her toward the door way. Wanting to take back her answer. Knowing if Rauvin got his way he would beat the life from her before having his way with her.

Almost waiting the fate worse then the Russian soldier...at less she would be alive after the Officer was done with her. Or at less that was the thought that ran threw her head as captain whispered in her ear. Hands working to try and grab the chain that linked to the cuffs around her wrist. Body frozen in the door way as she waited for the soldier to notice her. Waiting for him to launch himself at her. Ether way she looked at it she was fucked.

The flickering light did not help ether, playing ticks on her eyes that caused her to flinch at odd times.
 
The formerly racked soldier did not launch at her, at least, not yet. Rauvin's eyes were filled with hate, staring at both the marine captive, and the captain holding her leash. His hands were balled tight into fists, his muscles were tensing, and he was leaning off the edge of the bunk, weight shifted onto the balls of his feet, ready to pounce, waiting for whatever was stopping him to fade away.

"Little Bird," the Captain whispered as she put on all her brakes, keeping her out of that lion's den. His tone was light, almost mocking, "You gave up your chance at mercy Little Bird. But you still have a choice. Into the cage... or punishment?" he purred it softly in her ears, keeping his body pressed up against her back, keeping her from edging any farther away from the doorway. His hand fell from her chin, trailing down her body, across her neck, down farther, sliding over her left breast slowly, his fingertips grazing her nipple beneath the thin cloth of her shirt, still going downwards.

"Time is short Little Bird... make your choice, or it will be made for you."
 
She picked up one of her feet, moving forward some as she felt Rostislav hand wondering. It was just one level of hell being traded for another, and another. Like she was digging a hole for herself and there was no way out if it now. Not knowing if Rostislav would save his little bird if the Cpl got to out of hand. Ether way she could see her fate was not a good one. It was like trading cyanide for arsenic around here. It was just trying to find out which was less painful to die by.

Finding that her body was not free of the officer's hands as she took those few steps forward.
 
The officer stepped back as she stepped into the door. He remained blockign the doorway, his hand upon her leash, keeping her within a short range, but nonetheless trapped within unless she felt like trying to charge through him. He kept his hands on his hips, watching her hesitant steps, a smile crossing his face. Quietly he whispered out, "You will do as he asks... it will only get worse if you disobey."

And with that, Rauvin launched out of his rack. He was on his feet, crossing over to the marine with two large, quick steps. He wasn't like before, he looked ready to defend himself, or flatten her as the case may be. He was obviously hurt, those wounds were real, they were not corn syrup and make up. He stopped a good two feet from her, standing tall, looking down his nose at the captured marine, studying her, determining just how much fight she would put up.

The captain nodded once as Rauvin's eyes flicked over to him. The corporal's gaze came back to the Little Bird, a confident smile came back to his face, his body relaxed, only slightly.

"I just might spare you, if you can properly make up for your earlier behavior," he whispered towards her in a threatening tone. "Beg me. Beg me to spare you."
 
She flinched when he moved, placing a step back. Testing just how strong the cuffs around her wrist, finding them just as solid and tight as before. Looking over her shoulder at the officer, a look of worry in her eyes. Almost thinking about retreating back to captain. She knew though that she could not take back her choice, he wouldn't let her, that was not how the game was played it seemed. Dreading what she would see once she turned back to look at the wounded Rauvin. Finding him only inches from her. Telling her to beg, like hell she would, "It will be a cold day in hell first."
 
Rauvin leaned closer, his hand snapped up, grabbing hold of the front of her shirt, twisting it around his fist until he had a tight hold of it. His right then came up, a tight fist poised to slam home into her face, he was trembling with rage, the vein upon his forehead nearly popping clear out of the skin with the furiousity with which it was pumping. But the strike never came in. Rauvin's eyes looked past Onica, locked onto the captain, and whatever signal he was giving to the beaten corporal. Slowly his fist lowered, but he kept a hold of her shirt. Between clenched teeth he said, "You will do as I say," almost a feral growl between his rage and his accent.
 
Her shirt held tight in his hand, eyes closed waiting for the punch or slap....which ever he brought down on her. Yet it never came, opening one eye then another. Seeing the look of rage on his face, wondering why he did not strike her. Watching that fist lower as he spoke. Telling her to beg once again. Wanting to ask what would happen if she didn't but she knew the answer to that already. Yet she was still to prideful to let those sweet words he wanted to hear come from her lips. "Je prierai quand l'enfer gèle Et vous méritez que vous battre obtenu."

Her words more or less mocking him, telling him he did not understand the english he spoke and thus she would speak in another language for him. Not knowing if him or the officer behind her spoke that second language of her's.
 
The officer let out a long sigh, shaking his head as she offered her last bit of defiance. He could see Rauvin trembling with rage, beyond any and all hopes of control. His hand raised up again, poised to strike. His fist trembling as he drew in his shot, aiming right for that oh so smart mouth of hers. A snarled curse was spit out at her, the hand came down.

And something flashed past her head, just barely missing clipping her left ear. A metal object, and a moment later a wet thud. The strike never came. Aborted halfway through, the hand now flat, clasping at the man's right eye, trying to stem a tide of blood that was seeping through his fingers at a dangerous rate. The knife of the captain, the one that she had seen so much her first day here was embedded in the man's eye. His screaming was terrible as he fell to the ground, trying to pull the blade out, deperately pressing against the wound in hopes of staunching it.

The captain tugged back on the chain again, pulling her away from Rauvin's agony, back towards him. "Failure has its price Little Bird. Both for you, and for him."
 
That look on his face, she waited for that punch as she saw his fist coming closer to her face. Then it was like everything slowed down, or maybe went black....she could not say. It was like everything happened at once, yet she saw everything. Eyes growing wide as she saw the blade in the soldier's eye, ears ringing with his scream. She was not waiting for that...maybe that's why it shocked her, scared her. It was like she was frozen when the officer pulled the chain for her to come back to her. Yet all she could do was fall backwards onto her rear end. Eyes glued to the bleeding Cpl. Her mouth slightly opened, a part of her wanting wanting to go to the boy's aid. Yet she backed up, kicking her legs out until she would hit something or some one. Crying out as she did, "WHAT KINDA SICK GAME IS THIS!"

For the first time fear was not only in her eyes but flooding the sound of her voice. Seemed that he hit something in her, maybe it was the fact she saw him do that to his own soldier that made her realized that she was in real danger....after all if he would mortal wound his own what could he do to her?
 
She backed up right into the officer's boot. He stood perfectly still, watching his man writhe in pain, seeing the blade finally slip out, his hands soaked in blood, spilling out, soaking into the floor and pooling around his body, drenching the greys he wore in his own life. He said nothing during the screaming, during either of thier screaming. His hand reached down, grabbing onto a fist full of her hair, holding it iron tight as he used the grip on her scalp to lift her back onto her feet before him, not caring how much it hurt her as she watched Rauvin's pain and suffering, keeping her back to the officer.

After a moment, he spun around, pulling her by that same grip on her hair, tearing her away from the room, away from the gore, away from the screams. He threw her out into the wall opposite the door, pinning her head against the wall with his hand. The hinges screamed again as the door slammed shut. The bolt driven back home. Muffled cries and wimpering could be heard behind the door.

No smirk, no satisfied look, his face was a grim mask as he whirled back on the marine, still pushing her against the wall, "You reneged on your own wager, you disobeyed direct orders, you lead to the corruption and failure of one of my men, his eye lost, if not his life," his voice was low, spoken with a thickening accent, unable to maintain his more polished english. "See now the price of failure, the price of disobediance? No? You will soon."
 
Her body seemed frozen, she couldn't move until she felt the Officer reached down and grabbed her by that earthen hue hair of her's. Pulling her ruffly to her feet. Mouth open to cry out in pain but it was chocked in the back of her throat. One eye closed in pain the other opened to watch the Rauvin and the blood that started to pool around him. Feet catching the ground, shoulders wiggling as she fought to free her hands. Oh how she wanted to reach up and grab her keeper's hands. To try and easy her own pain and at the same time....for the first time....she felt she deserved what she was getting. No one deserved what Rauvin hand gotten, and she knew it was her fault in some way.

Feet dragging some as the marine was flung around like a rag doll. Feeling her face hit the cold hard wall. Unable to really move as she started to choke, trying to free the group of cries from her lungs. But the only sound she could make was the sound of her choking. The screams and whimpering growing quite with the cry of the door and the slam of it's bolt. Feeling the officer's hand push harder against her head, driving it deeper into the wall.

Her body was trembling. Not because she was cold or in pain....just out of pure fear. The image of Rauvin, that knife and all that blood seemed to be painted into her mind. It was all she could see when her eyes closed. Listening as the Officer's voice poured over her like some kind of acid that ate away at her mind and spirited. Her voice screaming, begging, pleads and sorry crying out but no words left her lips. Nothing but echos in her head. What ever he wanted he could have word finally leaving her in waves of whimpers, "I don't want to play anymore...." tears finally broke, rolling out of her closed eyes, "I swear I'm done I don't want to play anymore I swear."
 
The officer leaned in more, pressing his body against her, feeling her trembling, experiencing every whimper. His head leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his nose sniffing, as if he could smell the fear upon her. He whispered softly in her ear, "The game is never over, Little Bird."

"Do you understand Little Bird?" he pulled off her slowly, letting up the pressure, letting her peel away from the wall. He kept a choked up grip on the chain, not letting her fall all the way to the floor, making sure she kept on her feet. "So what is it Little Bird, what is the move you're going to make? How far will you go to make sure you do not suffer a fate worse than his?"
 
She could not help the tears that were flowing freely now. Knees growing weak when he told her this game would not end. Which only had her repeat, "I don't want to play anymore." The words almost lost in sobs and whimpers. Her body leaning against the wall even as he let up on her. Another few words of her's might bring him back to the first few days they meet, "I just want to go home.....please I want to go home. I don't want to play this fucking game anymore...." Truth be told she didn't care if her fate was worse then that of his men. She deserved it in her own mine, of all she knew that cpl just died alone because of her.
 
The captain's hand reached around her slowly. He kept his touch on her light as he felt around her side, towards her stomach. He pulled gently on her, drawing her into an embrace, his hands clasped over her navel, holding her carefully, his chin coming down to rest on her left shoulder. It shifted slowly, kissing the side of her neck, working up towards her jawline, up towards her ear, slowly, inch by inch. He finally reached her ear, and whispered, "You are home, Little Bird."
 
She could not stop trembling which only seemed to grow worse as she felt the officer's hand snake around her and feeling his hand stop about mid-stomach. The whimpers she made as her heart pounded in her chest, her chest rising and falling heavily almost like she was having trouble breathing. Her words choked back as he kissed her neck, her body trying to bend forward at the hips as if she was trying to ball up. The images of Rauvin still seemed to flash before her eyes only making her sick to her stomach, and the fact that this bastard was touching her was not helping at all. Him telling her that she was already home making something inside her mind snap. Already rushing and twisting with a mix of emotions from hell. The idea that this place was going to be her new home just seemed to be enough to push her off the deep end.

She tried to slam her shoulders back into him, her feet moving faster then she could think right now. Trying to trip him and push away at the same time which was not working. Those chokes that where holding back her words finally parting as she let out a long almost painful scream. Most likely heard by the guards of this place, "Let go of me! Don't fucking touch me you sick twisted pig.....this is no where near my home.....let me go!" All the while her body seemed to buck and twist almost like a wild stallion yet to be tamed. Her only strength coming from the strong mix of fear, hate and over all confusion that seemed to be flooding her body. It was like an intense feeling of terror had taken over that cocky, smart mouth marine.

She would honestly would be shocked if a few guards did not come rushing to help their officer or at less to see what was going on. Not that she would notice right now, sweat starting to roll down her face and neck as fought almost blindly against the officer that held her. Hands still cuffed behind her back, even as she threatened to cut up the flesh wrist as she pulled at the metal.
 
Let me go, let me go. That he did. As she screamed and fought and dinged him up, his body twisted hard, executing a clumbsy hip toss, throwing the marine to the floor to his side. His hand was still on her chain, still keeping her leashed. He took a step away, a sneer on his face. He was breathing steadily, but heavily as he looked down at her, his fist holding her chain held tight enough that his knuckles were starting to turn white.

But unlike Rauvin, no fist was raised, no attempt to strike her came. Instead he squatted down, resting on the back of his legs, facing the hysterical marine. His breathing died down, steadying out as his grip on the chain relaxed, just a little, keeping it barely tight enough to hold onto during her fighting and bursts.

Men were coming. The screaming was heard. Heavy footsteps pounded down the hallways, echoing off the walls, seeming to come from both directions at once. The captain let a small smile cross his face as he looked down upon her. They were about to have some company, and all the captain said was:

"My mercy, or thier punishment, Little Bird?"
 
The moment her back hit the ground from that hip throw she seemed to calm down some. More because the wind had been knocked from her lungs then anything. Mouth wide open as she gasped for air, eyes wide now. Looking up at the officer as he squatted down beside her to watch her. It was clear by the look in her eye that she was no where near calm. Even more so now that she heard the sound of running, the foot steps bouncing. Doing her best to pull air into her lungs as the soldier's came into view. The movement of her arms, shoulders and the movement of her chest made it clear that she was still fighting against the hand cuffs. Words coming in short gasp as she clearly said, "Stay away from me."

It took a few moments for her to move more then her upper body, finally rolling some so that she could get to her knees. Her lungs still burning, "All of you...stay away."

Her eyes now resting on both the soldiers and the officer, panic and fear still more the clear.
 
Two guards, one standing just in front of and to the right of the other came down the hall from out of a doorway. They were running fast, up until they got a good 10 feet away, and saw just what the source of this commotion was. Thier run slowed into a jog, and within a few steps, into a slow pacing. The drew out their weapons, simple, brutal nightsticks, almost as one. They kept walking closer as she screamed out at them. The officer behind her stood up, still holding onto the chain. The men exchanged glances, and Rostislav spoke just a few, short, simple words in his native tongue to them.

The guard in front tossed his weapon with a flick of the wrist. It tumbled end over end in the air, soaring over the marine's head, caught in one deft motion by the officer, his empty hand snatching the handle out of midair, and in one fluid motion, bringing it down in a quick arc upon the back of her skull, aiming to put her lights right out with one precise strike.
 
Eyes would follow the night stick as the officer caught it in mid-air. She did not even have time to call out as she felt the stick meet with the back of her head. Not even shore if she felt her body hit the ground, or the pain that came with the it blow. All she knew for sure was that her world went black faster then she could think.

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Dream
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She could hear laughing, she knew the voices. Her eyes opened to find herself sitting at a table with a beer at her side. Hand reaching up to feel a playing card stuck to her head. Looking around the table she saw a number of her friends and the people she worked with. Onica remembered where she was. It was the week before attack, before everything happened and turned there world upside down. She knew it was a dream but for a little while she could let herself be happy. The game went on as each person tried to guess what was written on there card. The more the drank the better the game got it seemed. She could taste the beer that she sipped on. Or at less she remembered the tasted. Just like she remembered the death's of each that sat at that table with her.

Whispering little nothings to some unseen power, hoping the blow had killed her and she was now drinking with her long lost friends in what ever after life was waiting for her. Hands resting on her shoulders and giving her a light shake. A voice she knew above anyone's else telling her that everything was going to be okay. To cheer up and have another round. The name of the guy that was doing this was on her lips but she could not hear herself say it. It only felt like minutes had passed when really hours where passing around her. And before long she felt her dream fading away.
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God what a headache she hand. Eyes opening and closing a few times only to see the same thing both ways. Darkness. Sitting up to find her hands free, using them to sit herself up. Wondering if everything that happened was just a bad nightmare or if it really had happened. Moving around some only to find something tighten around her neck. Hands moving up in the darkness to find something around it...and something leading away from her neck. A bit of panic starting come back. Hands running over the bed under her, letting her legs swing over the side and place her feet on the ground. Reaching her limit it seemed as her leash pulled her back some.
 
The room was pitch black. A thick comforter had been tucked in on over her, simple linen sheets, clean and fresh. Someone had gone to the trouble to take care of her a little. Her skin was scrubbed clean, her hair washed and combed out, her clothing gone, and a cold smooth leather collar around her neck, connected to a small chain which trailed back behind her, a good four feet of length before she'd feel a padlock, connecting the chain to a bracket in the wall.

As she pulled against the chain, a light sparked. Not the bright flourescents that might have been over head, it was a smaller, fuzzier light. A single small flame of a match being struck. It hovered in the darkness, drawing up several inches, freezing where it was for several seconds before being shaked out, the light dying away as quickly as it had appeared.

A long sigh broke the silence, coupled with a creek of wood. The familiar voice of the captain rang out clearly, sounding as if he could have been just inches away from her in the darkness, "What am I going to do with you, Little Bird?"
 
As soon as she felt the pull on her collar, hands went once more to feel at the leather. Hands wrapping around the chain and following it to the wall where it was hooked. Finding the lock and the fact that she was not going anywhere. Shaking hands feeling over her body to feel that the clothes she was wearing was gone. Taking in what she could in the dark before the little flicker of light caught her full attention. Watching in, that fear in her gut starting to return. Seemed like her wishes where not answered and this was not just a nightmare. Returning back to the bed to quickly grab sheets and wrap them around her body as the flame was extinguished.

That sigh sent chills down her back, she could feel her hair standing on end. That officer was the last person she wanted to deal with right now. His voice cutting threw the darkness only inches from her. Making her back up and wrap the sheets tighter around her body. Not answering his question.
 
There was another sigh, a whiff of smoke crossed her nose, and there was another momentary spot of light, a faint round dot of orange light, there for a moment, glowing just a little brighter. It came down, arcing towards her, towards a spot right between her eyes, the hot cherry of the cigarette pressing into that third eye region, being ground out on her face.

"You like this Little Bird, da?" he asked softly, flicking away the unlit smoke. "You must, it is what you want, what you choose. Could have been different, could have been, plesant even, until I got bored eventually, and you returned to your cage once more."

With no warning, a backhand came out of the darkness, cracking against her right jaw, not an ounce of power pulled from the strike, fully following through on it.

"BUT LOOK WHAT YOU MAKE ME DO!" he screamed out, much louder than he ever had spoken before.
 
Everything caught her off guard from the smoke that was blown into her face. Causing her to cough, eyes closing from the slight stinging the smoke caused. Opening just in time to see that glowing cherry being put out on her forehead. Her body growing tense as she went to scream, but no sound came out her mouth and her hands shot up to grab where he had just burned her. What he said just drive her lower then she was when she woke up. She didn't feel like fighting.

The slap across her face really catching her off guard. Knocking a cry free from her throat as she hit the bed. Being knocked from what ever sitting or standing position she had been in. Balling up trying to ready herself for what ever came next. Body shaking some in the darkness as he raised his tone. It took a minute but she finally said something.

"I never made you do anything," Her voice calm when she spoke, or as calm as she could get it. It was not cocky or smart...really it didn't sound like it had any emotion behind it at all.
 
"Yes, you did Little Bird," he started talking softly now, the anger and volume completely drained out of his voice, bringing it back to its normal hushed tones. He seemed close, real close to her, at times his breath could be felt on her face, and there was that looming sense of his bulk in the darkness.

"I told you from the beginning. There is no conflict here. We are not enemies," his voice seemed to be drifting around, coming from different angles as he moved about. A hand reached out, the back of it gently carressing her cheek for just a moment. "And we still do not have to be. Just a few words, that is all it will take, just a few words to bring yourself out of the darknes."
 
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