Nora shook her head lightly. "No, I'm fine. Just some bruises and cuts. Nothing too bad." She flat out refused to attempt to any of it. "Let's just find a way to get out of here. I would kill for some coffee and Advil right about now." More so the Advil than the coffee if she was being honest.
"Well, I've been looking," Rowan said after a moment. Nora was right, the sooner they got out of here, the better. "I can't find a way out of these straps." She turned her head to face Nora. "Look, maybe if I tell them, they'll let you go," she said in a low, soft voice.
"Don't tell them anything, Rowan. They'll kill us the second they get what they want," Nora told her sternly. "We just need to get ahold of ourselves and wait for someone to come get us. Our superiors won't let us rot here. We know to much. It's too big of a risk."
"They might let you go," Rowan whispered. "We don't have a face to match the voice that's been speaking to us. Maybe if I ask enough they'll let you go. I'll tell them we'll tell them who the mechanic is and tell them everything they need to know if they let the other one go," she pleaded. "Please Nora." She hated seeing her here like this. Rowan had been the one driving the ship. There had been one mechanic on each ship. Maybe is she had just flown faster. . . .
Nora shook her head again. "No, Rowan, no. It's not worth the risk. These are not the type of people to let their prisoners go. Even if they did…..Rowan, I can't walk. My leg is broken and I think I cracked some ribs." She sighed heavily and squeezed her eyes shut. "We just need to wait for someone to come get us, okay? It'll be fine. Please, Rowan, I need you to just wait. Don't tell them anything."
Rowan clenched and unclenched her fists. "Fine." She craned her neck to look down at Nora's leg. "Seriously Nora I'll give the talking-to-them thing a rest, but please tell me what they did to you." She clenched her jaw. "Please."
Nora opened her eyes again and sighed. "No. It doesn't matter, Rowan. I'm just glad that you're okay. Please don't ask me again, okay? I don't want to talk about it." There was no reason Rowan had to know any of the things that happened to her.
Rowan nodded. "Okay. I'll drop it." The door opened again and the two guards from earlier came in and threw black bags over their prisoner's heads. The door opened again and someone came in. Rowan could hear the screech of the chair as the person sat down at the table across from them.
"Are you ready to talk?" It was the same voice that had played over the loudspeaker.
Nora sighed in annoyance when the bag is thrown back over her head. It was just getting annoying. "Are you ready to kiss my ass?" Came her sharp reply. There was no way she was going to tell them anything. She hated this but this was the only thing she could do about it.
Rowan sighed. She wished Nora wouldn’t say things like that, but she understood why she did. Rowan remained as silent as ever.
The man ignored Nora. He stood up and walked until he was right next to Rowan. “Well? Which one of you is it?” Rowan just clenched and unclenched the fist he couldn’t see. “Very well.” The man walked towards the door. “We'll try again tomorrow.” Three pairs of footsteps walked out and the door slammed shut.
Nora flipped them off, her feelings on the matter were clear and she wasn't telling them anything. "And you'll get the same response tomorrow, you dumb fuckers!"
"Those idiots just aren't taking the hint, are they?" She huffed in annoyance. "Rowan, are you okay? They didn't touch you, did they?" That was the one thing that she was worried about. She didn't want anything to happen to Rowan because of her smart mouth.
"No, I'm okay, they didn't touch me. Did they touch you?" In all honesty, Rowan was more worried about Nora then herself. Nora was the one they had beaten all day and the one who talked back. She was the one who was made to think Rowan was shot. That reminded her. . . . "Nora, can I ask you one more thing about what they did?"
"They didn't touch me." Nora rested her head against the table. Her leg and ribs had started to throb. Now that she was aware that Rowan was okay, the pain had finally started to set in. "One question. You can ask me one question." If she answered this than maybe the talking could cease and her head would stop pounding.
"Did . . . they make you think I was dead? I heard a gunshot and a scream of mine. I think they had recorded it earlier. And then I heard you yelling. I was going to yell too, to let you know I was okay, but they gagged me and said they'd shoot me if I made a sound." Rowan stopped talking, afraid she would upset Nora. Not being able to see her face was hard.
Nora's entire body stiffened at the question. "Yeah…….they did," She answered quietly. That was not a question she wanted to answer. She hated what they did to her in that manner. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, Rowan." She sighed quietly and closed her eyes. Not like that did very much. The hood made everything black anyways.
"Okay," Rowan said quickly, afraid to break or upset Nora. "Thanks for telling me," she said quietly after a moment. She wished she could hug Nora, take care of her. But she was here, strapped to this table, helpless. They both were.
(Should we skip to more torture or something?)
(Yeah. I was thinking they could wake up to a really loud alarm that sounds like a fire alarm or something. For funsies)
(Yeah, that seems like a good idea!)
(Who should start?)
(I think its your turn. If you're okay with that)
(Yeah, I'm fine with that. Just give me a sec to get something up.)
Nora was jolted out of her less than restless sleep by the sound of a loud alarm blaring through the room. It almost sounded like a fire alarm. Oh, fuck. Her eyes snapped open and her head jerked forward. They needed to get the hell out of dodge. "Rowan!" She exclaimed loudly. The alarm was eardrum bursting loud so she needed to shout in order to have Rowan actually hear her.
"Nora!" Rowan yelled when hearing her name. What was going on? Were they about to die? Would their captors leave them here to burn in the fire, or whatever was going on? They would probably suffocate and run out of oxygen before they burned. She frantically tried to find a way to unstrap herself. She had to reach Nora and carry her out of here.
Just as soon as it had started, the alarm stopped. "Good morning ladies. Did you enjoy your wakeup call?"
"Bastard," Rowan muttered.
Nora was hit by blinding rage the second she heard that voice. "You know what? I'm going to rip off you fucking arms and beat you to death with them, you goddam shit weasel!" Her hands curled into fists. What she wouldn't give right now to kill that bastard. "The second I get out of here, I'm going to fucking kill you! Do you hear me? I'm going to fucking kill you!"
The longer that they were stuck her, the more angry she got. It wouldn't bide well for her capturers if she ever managed to escape.
"Nora, stop, it's only going to make things worse," Rowan whispered, though she wasn't sure Nora would hear her through the bags over their heads. She hated the bag. She hated not being able to see, having her senses stripped away from her.
"Time for our daily question," the man said. "Which one of you is the mechanic?"
"Time for your daily response: go fuck yourself," Nora snapped in response. There was no way that she would ever give them a proper answer. It never ceased to amaze her that these bozos actually expected her to tell them anything. They beat her up and put a bag on her head! Screw them!
"Take this bag off of my head, shit weasel."
The man sounded bored. Rowan dreaded what was coming next. "Take her away," he said. The door opened and two pairs of footsteps came in and started wheeling Nora's table out.
"No no no no no no no," Rowan said quickly. "Please don't." She tried not to seem like she was panicking, for Nora's sake.
"Let me guess? We're going through the same boring as hell routine as yesterday? Can let at least spare me the pain of listening to your fucking speech this time? The sound of your voice makes my ears bleed." Nora refused to show the fear that she was feeling.
The pain from her previous beating hadn't ceased yet and now that pain was about to double.
The voice just laughed. Nora was wheeled into the same room as yesterday and strapped into the same chair. Her hood was yanked off to reveal a blinding light. "One more word out of you, and both of you will get a privilege taken away I don't think you'll want to get taken away. Got it?" the voice asked.