Irina drifted in and out of consciousness, aware of little besides the pain that racked her body. Blood from her nose had smeared across half her face. Semen and blood were caked on her inner thighs and buttocks. Her right eye was completely closed due to swelling, and a sharp pain radiated from the eye to her ear. Her breasts, already welted from her beating in the interrogation chamber, were bruised and every breath she took burned from her throat into her chest.
She periodically came to when one of the twenty or so men in the room was taking another turn on top of her, which had by now become an incredibly painful ordeal. At the beginning, she had put up a fight by bracing herself in a corner and lashing out at anyone who tried to come close, but numbers weren't in her favor. Two of the inmates had managed to grab her ankles and pull her out of the corner. After two more men grabbed her wrists, she was pinned spread-eagle to the floor as a fifth inmate raped her. When he was done, there were plenty of others waiting their turn.
One of the men was stupid enough to try forcing her to blow him. He wouldn't make that mistake again -- but Irina's satisfaction at biting his dick halfway off was short-lived, since one of the man's friends repaid her by repeatedly smashing her face into the wall, stomping on her ribcage, and squeezing her throat until she was sure she was going to die. Another prisoner had stopped the assault in time -- although not as a matter of charity. As a "reward" for saving her, he felt he was entitled to use her for a good hour... and he was big enough that the others didn't dare try to take away his prize. Now, she was "communal property" again. Apparently, more than a few of them thought it was exciting enough to fuck someone who was unconscious half the time.
She didn't think it would be possible to feel relieved at the sight of the interrogator... until he opened the door to the holding cell. The guards who accompanied him efficiently cleared the inmates to the back of the room, and then ungracefully picked her up by the wrists and dragged her into the hallway. Her feet scraped along the hard concrete floor as they pulled her, but she hardly cared.
They came to a door, which the interrogator opened for them. The guards dragged her through, then abruptly dropped her on the floor in the middle of he room. She elicited a brief yelp as her chin smacked the concrete. Looking up, she could tell that she was back inside her cell. The interrogator squatted down next to her.
"Happy to see me?" he smirked, looking over her numerous injuries. Irina offered a short grunt in response. "I'd like to say you're looking good, but, ah, that would make me a liar. Honestly, it looks like you could use some medical treatment."
Irina looked up at him with pleading eyes. No shit she could use some medical treatment. Why hell wasn't she at the infirmary?
"I'll make a deal with you," the interrogator continued, ignoring the look of desperation on her face. "I'll be stopping by every half hour. If you're ready to talk, I'll listen. If what you say checks out, we'll bring you to the infirmary."
Irina was silent.
"But if not, I'll continue to leave you here. No food. No water. No clothes. No medical care. Do we have a deal?"
She muttered something that sounded remarkably like "Fuck you."
"Time's working against me, and I need to get results," the interrogator snapped. "So if you continue to be obstinate, we can easily return you to your friends in the holding cell. I'm sure they'll be happy to see you again."
Her eyes bulged slightly in horror, but she said nothing.
"If it were up to me, you'd be going back there right now, since it's clear you're not going to talk right now," he said. "But there are a few... issues I need to resolve. But I promise you, if you're not talking by the time I take care of what I need to do, you WILL be going back." With that, he stood up and briskly walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Left in darkness on the cold concrete, Irina began to feel ill. She slowly crawled over to the filthy toilet and vomited before collapsing on the floor, giving in to the welcome embrace of unconsciousness.
