nd the rest of
them. Because I intend to return the favor without the mistake, and
you will tell me how to find the specific ones who damaged me."
"I'm not tellin' you a damn thing, Bitch!"
"Wrong, and you know it," Cortin said calmly, beginning the examination
that would tell her where his flesh was most sensitive and thus most
vulnerable to her persuasion. "You will perhaps tell me less than I
wish, but you will tell me as much as you can."
He jerked away as she probed a dark bruise over his ribs. "Like hell I
will!"
"We shall see." Cortin hid a smile, a bit surprised at herself. She'd
noticed a little of it last time, but it seemed to be getting stronger:
when she conducted an interrogation, she adopted Illyanov's speech
patterns--perhaps as a reaction to the prisoner's crudity, perhaps as a
tribute to her teacher, she didn't know, and it didn't really seem to
matter. "I think that before too long you will be most curious as to
the information I want, and you will be increasingly eager to give it
to me. When you do, I will release you."
She was pleased to see the prisoner starting to look apprehensive. He
still had his defiance, though. "You damn servants of corruption never
let anyone go! So why should I believe you'll start with me?"
"I did not mean that kind of release, as you should know, having been a
trooper yourself. I meant only that I will release you from your
pain." She explored further, identifying areas of promise from his
sounds and flinching. It was a temptation to relieve him of his
genitals, she thought as she reached them, but that would be
short-sighted; from her own torture, as well as her studies, she knew
them to be capable of some of the body's most exquisite pain. No, she
would leave them where they could be of the most use--right where they
were.
For Shannon's reaction: Reaction
Odeon watched in revolted fascination as his Joanie stripped skin, with
precise delicacy, from the screaming renegade's hands. He'd expected
her to go after the plaguer's manhood in retaliation for what had been
done to her, but--except for a couple of times he'd been lying so
obviously it was an insult--she had left that alone.
When she finished her subject's hands, Cortin stepped back to study
him. She had discovered quickly that his personal horrors included
being skinned alive, so that had become her primary tactic against him.
It was slow--enjoyably so, for her--and it was
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