This
wasn’t Caterina’s first time being tied to a chair. Except the last couple of
times were more for pleasure than pain. Her arms were bound behind her, tied
tightly with rope that dug into her wrists. Her ankles were bound as well along
with her midsection. They were making sure that she wouldn’t be able to escape,
or worse that she wouldn’t have a free hand to kill them with.
Her face was bruised some from the fight to contain her. But she smiled, knowing that her contender looked much worse than she did.
“Caterina, here we are again.” Across the table from her stood her ex fiancé Adolfo. Caterina hated him more than anything, but she couldn’t help thinking how handsome he was.
“Ah the Noble Wolf is here to interrogate me huh?” She asked, using his code name. He grimaced before pulling out a chair and sitting down.
“Caterina, we are done playing games. I need to know what you know!” He slams his hand down on the metal table, but she doesn’t flinch. Caterina has seen and done many things as a spy, she is good at what she does. Out of all the things that scare her, Adolfo doesn’t even come close to being on her list.
“Vaffanculo.” She cusses at him in Italian. He scowls before standing up once more.
He grabs a tray from the other end of the room and brings it back. A teapot and two cups sit on the tray. They are white with little blue flowers spread across them.
“Would you like some Tea?” He asks her, smiling. All pleasantries back in voice.
“No thank you.” She says glaring.
“Oh no my darling, I insist.” He says pouring tea into the cup. He slides it in front of her.
“And how you expect me to drink it?” She asks.
“Oh I don’t expect you to drink it.” He says before grabbing the cup and throwing the hot tea on her face. She screams out in pain, thrashing in her chair. Her face feels like it’s about to melt off and she can already feel welts forming.
“Now tell me what I need to, or I will pour you another cup of tea!” He says. Caterina fights the tears that form in her eyes. “Figlio di Mignotta!” She once again cusses at him in Italian. He tisks at her before once again pouring another cup of tea. She braces herself for the pain that’s about to come.
The tea burns her cheeks and she again thrashes in her chair, screaming out. The pain is only more intensified. “Caterina, you don’t have to do this to yourself. You can stop all this nonsense now if you just tell me what you know.” He says blowing on his own tea before taking a sip.
“You know Adolfo, you are right. I don’t have to put up with this nonsense.” She says smiling up at him. She grinds her teeth to help stop herself from once again crying out in pain.
“So the great Caterina just gives up like that then eh? Alright spill it darling.” He says.
She waits a minute before speaking. “Oh but I don’t have to.” She says. Suddenly Adolfo starts coughing, grabbing at his throat. His teacup falls to the ground and shatters. His eyes are wide and his veins are bulging as his face slowly starts to turn blue.
“How-How-“ He gasps as he falls to his knees. Caterina breaks free from the rope that she had been cutting with her nail.
“I have friends in many places Adolfo.” She says looking down at him. “Burn in hell darling.” She says watching him take his last breath.
She works quickly removing the rest of the ropes that bind her. She only has a couple minutes before they come to do a checkup. She grabs the gun that resides on Adolfo’s hip and looks at the broken teacup on the floor. A smile forms on her lips as she thinks of the Arsenic that lines the teacup. A wave of Adrenaline fills her as she thinks that she could have gotten either cup, but she was lucky enough to get the one with poison. So is the life of being a spy in Argentina in the year 1932.
Her face was bruised some from the fight to contain her. But she smiled, knowing that her contender looked much worse than she did.
“Caterina, here we are again.” Across the table from her stood her ex fiancé Adolfo. Caterina hated him more than anything, but she couldn’t help thinking how handsome he was.
“Ah the Noble Wolf is here to interrogate me huh?” She asked, using his code name. He grimaced before pulling out a chair and sitting down.
“Caterina, we are done playing games. I need to know what you know!” He slams his hand down on the metal table, but she doesn’t flinch. Caterina has seen and done many things as a spy, she is good at what she does. Out of all the things that scare her, Adolfo doesn’t even come close to being on her list.
“Vaffanculo.” She cusses at him in Italian. He scowls before standing up once more.
He grabs a tray from the other end of the room and brings it back. A teapot and two cups sit on the tray. They are white with little blue flowers spread across them.
“Would you like some Tea?” He asks her, smiling. All pleasantries back in voice.
“No thank you.” She says glaring.
“Oh no my darling, I insist.” He says pouring tea into the cup. He slides it in front of her.
“And how you expect me to drink it?” She asks.
“Oh I don’t expect you to drink it.” He says before grabbing the cup and throwing the hot tea on her face. She screams out in pain, thrashing in her chair. Her face feels like it’s about to melt off and she can already feel welts forming.
“Now tell me what I need to, or I will pour you another cup of tea!” He says. Caterina fights the tears that form in her eyes. “Figlio di Mignotta!” She once again cusses at him in Italian. He tisks at her before once again pouring another cup of tea. She braces herself for the pain that’s about to come.
The tea burns her cheeks and she again thrashes in her chair, screaming out. The pain is only more intensified. “Caterina, you don’t have to do this to yourself. You can stop all this nonsense now if you just tell me what you know.” He says blowing on his own tea before taking a sip.
“You know Adolfo, you are right. I don’t have to put up with this nonsense.” She says smiling up at him. She grinds her teeth to help stop herself from once again crying out in pain.
“So the great Caterina just gives up like that then eh? Alright spill it darling.” He says.
She waits a minute before speaking. “Oh but I don’t have to.” She says. Suddenly Adolfo starts coughing, grabbing at his throat. His teacup falls to the ground and shatters. His eyes are wide and his veins are bulging as his face slowly starts to turn blue.
“How-How-“ He gasps as he falls to his knees. Caterina breaks free from the rope that she had been cutting with her nail.
“I have friends in many places Adolfo.” She says looking down at him. “Burn in hell darling.” She says watching him take his last breath.
She works quickly removing the rest of the ropes that bind her. She only has a couple minutes before they come to do a checkup. She grabs the gun that resides on Adolfo’s hip and looks at the broken teacup on the floor. A smile forms on her lips as she thinks of the Arsenic that lines the teacup. A wave of Adrenaline fills her as she thinks that she could have gotten either cup, but she was lucky enough to get the one with poison. So is the life of being a spy in Argentina in the year 1932.
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