Captured for Interrogation

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Nikolai painted the man's face like a prostitute before chucking his unconscious body in the dumpster. He then helped Alexis pick up Lydia and carry her to the car. He got in the back seat with her like he was helping a drunk friend, but when Alexis began to drive off he bound her hands and yanked a burlap sack over her head. "When do you think she'll wake up?"
 
"Well she won't know where we are, so the apartment?" Nikolai asked. "Unless you have a special place for things like this,"
 
Alexis smiled. "I do, actually," she said, signalling a right turn and driving them out of the city.

An hour later they arrived at a house and she got out.
 
Nikolai picked Lydia up like she was a sack of potatoes and dragged her inside. He wasn't sure what to expect, but knew Alexis would have the best place possible for this.
 
Alexis turned on the lights to reveal a dungeon, different and yet the same as the one in St. Petersburg. She smiled happily.
 
Nikolai stripped Lydia of her belongings and stung her from the ceiling by her arms and legs so that she hung in a hog tie. He left the bag on her head to make her blind as well as helpless and exposed. "Great place," Nikolai said, giving Alexis a hug and a kiss. "You want to start out on her this time? I think you earned it."
 
Lydia finally began to stir, then thrash around when she realized what had happened again. Nikolai pulled up a chair to watch his girl go to work.
 
Alexis spoke in gentle Russian, telling Lydia that it was okay, it was just the two of them and Nikolai.

Lydia retorted in rapid fire Russian, insulting her.

Alexis slapped her face. "Nyet!" she hissed. She wanted information.
 
Nikolai chuckled a little when Alexis said everything was OK, since the last time they met made them the last people Lydia wanted to see alive. She hadn't learned from last time that they had all the power in that situation. That was fine; it meant Alexis would get to do what she did best.
 
Alexis and Lydia held a conversation in Russian, Alexis hitting her with something whenever there was a problem.

Finally, she turned to Nikolai. "They're the only two here, for now. They were sent as a test, so to speak. If they don't communication back, they'll come in full force."
 
"Then it looks like we need Lydia to call in," Nikolai said. He picked up Lydia's radio and pulled the bag off her head. Already her mascara was running from her tears. Nikolai grabbed her by the chin. "Lydia, I need you to do a favor for me. Call daddy and tell him you mistook us for someone else. If you do, you can have your underwear back. If you try to do anything other than that, I will give you over to Alexis and she can 'tenderly' get to know yo all over your little body." He slapped her in the face for emphasis. "Ready, sweetie?" he asked sarcastically.
 
Lydia nodded, then composed herself then made the call, speaking in Russian, and hung up.

"He said I'll have to try harder," she whimpered. "He was so mad at me the last time this happened."

Alexis was looking around disinterested before smiling and patting Lydia's cheek. "Poor dear," she said. She turned to Nikolai and raised her eyebrows in question.
 
"Well this was unexpected," Nikolai said. "You actually cooperated." He had to follow through on his promise, so he lowered Lydia from the ceiling and freed her limbs. He handed back her bra and panties, which he noted were lacy, black, and in the case of her panties, bikini cut. "Something tells me you were planning this, weren't you?" he asked, "Or were they for your new partner?"
 
"Daddy bought these for me for this mission," Lydia said, slipping them on. "He thought I'd be able to seduce you, like she did you."

Alexis laughed loudly, tears of mirth springing to her eyes.
 
"Look, Lydia, what we told you was true before. Things just happened between us in that bunker. We didn't try for it, things just fell the way they went." Nikolai said, getting her a cup of water from a nearby cooler. "Your father cares nothing for your safety of he sent you back after us, so I don't know what you intend to do from this point forward."
 
Lydia shrugged.

Alexis walked over and nodded. "He's right. Go back to Russia, tell Daddy you're not for this mission."

Lydia nodded and sighed. "Back to paperwork I go."
 
"I'm sorry, Lydia, but we can't let you go back. You would wind up dead either way and you know too much for us not to keep you," Nikolai said, "Maybe we can get you a desk job over here though." He had a sympathetic look in his eye for what he was about to propose. "Alexis, get everything. Everything." he said, As well as a video camera and a handgun loaded with blanks." He turned back to Lydia. "I apologize in advance, but if we do any less than we did to you last time, he'll know we faked it." He dragged her to her feet and said, "Where do you want her?"
 
Alexis nodded over to a chair that already had everything set up for interrogation. "I'll be back. . ." she said, kissing Nikolai's cheek.

She left and drove back to her apartment and grabbed everything she needed and drove back.

Before she could even get to the front door though, she was attacked. She grunted as she was tackled onto the hard sidewalk, and she felt blood trickle from her head.

"I am armed!" her attacker yelled in accented English.

"As well as I!" Alexis snapped holding up her SIG Sauer.

The attacker smiled- or, at least, Alexis thought he smiled and held up a Kalashnikov.

Shots were fired, and the attacker was dead.

Alexis stumbled into the house, carrying everything. "Got it," she said with a smile.
 
"And a fresh wound as well," Nikolai said, kissing it. He was holding his pistol but putting it away. He began setting up the recorder. "Are you going to wear something special, dear? he asked. "I'm ready to roll when you are."
 
Alexis winced and shook her head. "What I'm wearing will be fine," she said, kissing his cheek.

She noticed Lydia was tied up in the chair and she smiled happily. "I feel bad about doing this, but at the same time, really excited," she whispered to him.

She pulled out her Berretta and held it to Lydia's head. It had a single round in it, should Alexis feel the need to use it. Lydia was gagged as well. She whimpered and Alexis smoothed her hair gently before yanking it back.

She spat out a harsh message in Russian, explaining that Lydia was in danger here in America, and that if he continued to send people after her and Nikolai, Lydia would die. She demonstrated a little bit of the torture Lydia would be put through as well, further emphasizing her point. She signaled for Nikolai to cut.
 
Nikolai cut the camera. He saw Lydia close to tears again and had to leave the room for a bit. She was in the same boat as he was, but this had to be done. He collected himself and walked back in. "My turn." he said, picking up the blank pistol. He walked over to Alexis and said, "When I start listing options, pan the camera over to me."
 
Alexis nodded, tears filling her eyes as well. She gently kissed him and walked over to Lydia and spoke to her in quiet Russian, telling her that they were sorry, they had to do this for her safety and wellbeing. Lydia nodded and Alexis went over to the camera and did as Nikolai bade her.
 
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