She took a deep breath before telling him. How MI6 had kept his affairs under constant surveilance, that the deals supplying arms to different terrorists through middle-men in Sri Lanka did threaten the delicate balance of power on the Indian Subcontinent. A state of affairs which Her Majesty's Government could not abide with.
Giving away the details of Ross' assignment, how he was supposed to be the one to assasinate Armond, but his pig-headedness had put her to it.
Nathalie told him everything but the one crucial detail, her mobile with which she communicated with the intelligence service.
Tears rolling down her cheeks, knowing she had committed treason to the Crown.
"That is good, that is very helpful. See, Princess. You're helping, you're doing so well. I could never have thought you were such a strong girl. You know you are though, and you know what you want."
He held her hand. Even as it restrained and could barely move he held it, squeezing it once so she could feel him.
"You can get inside MI, can't you? You can bring me those files. I want them, all of them. As many as you can bring out. Tell me the details of their operation, tell me how they work, everything."
Her voice barely a whisper as she acceeded to his demands. She knew she didn't do it for herself. Nathalie was well past caring now. He could gut her if it took his fancy, it really didn't matter.
Hot tears running down her cheeks as she felt his hand, not able nor wanting to return the squeeze. She'd hurt him, that she was aware of and perhaps she tried to buy herself redemption - knowing it would come at a horrible price.
"Good, you work for me now," He nodded, easing the restraints from her, helping her up off the torture bed and onto her feet. She looked better, looked more submissive.
Good, this would be good.
"You just need to go once, just to get the files and erase everything MI has on me and my operation. Then, we can be together forever. You and me, we can live in paradise every day, and I get to pamper my princess like no tomorrow."
He kissed her, long and hard, letting her feel what it would be like, letting her see the white sands and perfect sunsets.
"Go, get the files. Get everything. Just tell us what you need, and it's yours."
Nathalie felt too weak, drained as Armond gripped her wrist, too hard for comfort. He wanted the files but they were safely stored in the mainframe of MI6.
"I can't get them from here, I need to go to London to have even the slightest chance of retrieving them."
Her voice nothing more than a whisper as she looked down on her feet. Not quite knowing what to say.
"It's the truth, I can't access them from my computer."
"It's ok Princess. I want you to go to MI. We'll do whatever we can to get those files. We'll have it all ready."
He called to get his private jet ready, but then thought a moment. If they had her infiltrating, they must know how close he is, and following him like a hawk. He couldn't come into London in his own private jet.
They'd get first class tickets. They'd sneak away under cover, they'd do whatever is necessary.
"How do I get their survelliance off my back so we can go to London?"
He had untied her, eased her up, given her a robe to wrap herself around. No pain, no torture, only caring and kind words now. That's how he was, that's how he always could be, if she just obeyed him.