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CHAPTER 7
Suzzanne was awoken by noises outside of the door and as she opened her eyes the room began to spin slowly, as she sat up her the pain behind her eyes made her squeeze them shut for a moment and she retched but nothing came up. Her hands were up to her face before she realised she was not restrained, nothing around her wrists or ankles. Pushing through the discomfort she felt, probably a hang over effect from the drugs she had forced to take the day before she pushed herself into a squatting position facing the door ready to spring at whoever entered. The voices continued outside and she twisted her head in a circular motion, stretching her muscles and trying to clear her head when she became aware of something around her neck, something quite tight. Her fingers began to explore and she felt a woven nylon collar with a box about the size of a juice carton attached at the back of her neck. Something was pressing into her neck under the carton and she gingerly pushed her fingers under the webbing. The tips of her fingers found two small metal half spheres, one on either side of her cervical spine. “Bastards!” she cursed, although she wasn’t bound she had been fitted with a “Shock Collar”, if she tried to escape an operator would deliver a electric shock into her spine from the two electrodes, intensely painful and well capable of incapacitating her. She relaxed and slumped back onto the floor as the key rattled in the lock and two guards entered, a third remained outside his thumb hovering over a red button on a small black box. The guards held long black nightsticks and one wave his at her, “Up, up “. As she rose slowly to her feet the guards moved out of leg range despite the Shock Collar. All the time the third man watched her like a hawk his thumb poised. “Hands on your head” barked the man and then gestured towards the door with his stick. Placing her hands one on top of one other on her head Suzzanne moved towards the door, all the time the guard with the trigger kept out of reach whilst keeping her in sight. A night stick poked her in the back “Go!” and another prod prompted her to begin walking. They were taking no chances, any movement of her hands from her head and the guards would be on her with the sticks and the third man kept far enough away to hit the button before she could reach him. They were in some sort of stable area although there were no horses about just equestrian paraphernalia as the guards guided her to an open double doorway. Inside it was dimly lit except for an area in one corner lit by fluorescent tubes. In the bright pool of light Suzzanne could see a large glass water filled tank about six feet long by four feet deep. Yolanda was leaning over a table and turned as Suzzanne was marched in. “Agent Midsummer” she said the words instantly reminding her of her last nights antics, Henrique had spent until the small hours “interrogating” her after chaining her to the bed pretending she was the fulsome enemy agent as he had teased and fucked her.
“You proved very resistant yesterday and I admired your resolve and determination but Mr Goldhill wants that information, very very badly”.
Suzzanne stood there silent, naked, her hands on top of her head.
“Nothing to say? Very well, we’ll see if we can change that, bind her!”
One of the guards moved behind Suzzanne and pulled her wrists down and behind her; she flinched as her shoulders were still sore from her prolonged suspension. The second guard looped a wide red strap over her head and around her upper arms, slipping the end through the buckle and pulling it tight, meanwhile the first guard had fastened a similar but smaller strap around her wrists. They fastened another strap around her waist which pulled her wrists tight into the small of her back before doubly tightening all the straps. Dropping down they fastened another strap just above her knees and another around her ankles. Suzzanne stood there helpless, balancing on her petite size four feet, her legs moulded into one unit. “Ok remove the collar and bring her over here”. The third man now approached and with a magnetic key unlocked the shock collar, then the two guards dragged the tightly bound woman towards the tank. Finally they passed another strap around her neck fixing it firmly but not tightly. “I thought we would go back to good old basics today, nothing high tech.” And she splashed her hand through the water in the tank. “Henrique had a fad to keep tropical fish but after a while he only had one left, the fish dealer didn’t tell him it was a piranha!” and she laughed “but he had the last laugh and the piranha had the fish dealers fingers!” and she laughed again chillingly.
“Still want to stay tight lipped” she said enquiringly “we don’t have to do this; you could just tell me why you were found snooping around the project site”.
Not relishing the thought of a mock drowning session in the tank as Yolanda so obviously planned Suzzanne decided it was time to try something else and lie!
“Ok” said Suzzanne, “I was sent to kill Goldhill, he’s a traitor and both we and the Americans want him dead”
“Really” said Yolanda “and how were you going to kill Mr Goldhill, no sniper rifle, just a pistol but lots of surveillance and transmitting equipment, try again Miss Midsummer, the truth this time”
“I was to take him out silently make it look like natural causes” she lied with nothing to lose. “I was to report back immediately via radio to confirm the kill and arrange extraction”
“Oh Miss Midsummer don’t treat me like a fool, you demean yourself ,any “assassin” could have been sent to do that but you’re a highly trained agent simple wet work is below you”.
“I do whatever my government asks of me” replied Suzzanne realising her excuse was not going to be believed.
“Enough of this nonsense put her in the tank”
Two of the guard lifted her off the ground and moved towards the waiting tank, she struggled ineffectually as they held her over the tank and released her. Holding her breath as she slid into the water she found it cool but not the freezing dunking she was expecting, clearly Yolanda didn’t want her to die of hypothermia. Water poured down the sides and sluiced across the floor as she sank to the bottom of the tank, feeling the hard surface with her toes she kicked upwards until her head cleared the surface and she coughed and spluttered as the water cascaded down her face. As she surfaced Yolanda stepped up to the side of the tank and grabbed the strap around her neck and looping the slack around her fingers twisted it tight around the agent’s throat. She pulled Suzzanne forward along the tank causing her feet to loose traction on the slippery glass bottom. Bound and off balance Suzzanne’s body was free floating in the water reliant on the woman holding the strap around her neck to keep her head above water.
“Now Miss Midsummer I’m told the sensation of drowning is most unpleasant and we can keep recreating for a long as it takes so I’ll ask again, why were you snooping around the project site?”
“I’ve told you” panted Suzzanne “I was sent to kill Goldhill”
“Tsk, tsk, still lying” tutted Yolanda and forced Suzzanne under the water.
Suzzanne took her last breath just before she was pushed under water. She thrashed and struggled as the strong hand on her neck pushed her to the bottom of the tank and held her there. She could see water streaming down the outside of the glass and away in the distance smudgy figures she assumed were the guards. At first she just held her breath, she was an excellent swimmer and advanced physiological techniques in scuba training meant she could control her breathing and not panic but she was no free diver, as the seconds ticked away she slowly ate into her oxygen reserves. Gradually she felt her lungs begin to burn, carbon dioxide levels in her blood were increasing triggering the receptors trying to make her breath. Still Yolanda held her down. The burning was increasing now the urge to breath intense, she fought the impulse to struggle, to get to the surface. Her lungs felt like they would burst, she could hear her blood whooshing in her ears, she must breath, she must. At that moment Yolanda dragged her back to the surface and her breath exploded from her lungs, almost instantaneously she sucked in air, gasping like a landed fish.
“Three minutes thirty seconds, pretty good” encouraged Yolanda “lets try for a bit longer and she forced the gasping agent down again. This time Suzzanne tried to count, to control herself, she had only managed to get three or four good breaths in before Yolanda ducked her again and she knew it was going to be tough. Quickly the burning in her lungs returned as she counted through two and a half minutes, the seconds crept by , three minutes, three fifteen, her lungs felt they were about to explode, three thirty, three forty five, the discomfort was excruciating. At four minutes Yolanda allowed her to surface, her breath coming in huge gouts, her eyes wide with panic.
“Enough?” enquired her tormentor; Suzzanne nodded, “Then tell me what I want to know?” Suzzanne shook her head still gulping in great sobbing breaths.
“Fair enough, going down” and she plunged her under again. This time Yolanda forced her down against the side of the tank and the guards were treated to the sight of the bound woman struggling as her big breasts were squashed against the glass. Suzzanne continued to count, one minute, two minutes, at three minutes she felt herself being pulled to the surface but as her face broke the water and she exhaled explosively she was almost immediately forced down again. This time the pain and burning returned instantly to her empty lungs, panic rising she struggled and writhed bumping against the side glass, she felt like she was dying, then she broke the surface again opened her mouth to gasp when the water closed over her again. Her brain was screaming for oxygen, her heart was pounding, her body was telling her it was dying, looking up she could see the figure of Yolanda through the rippling surface above where there was the oxygen she desperately needed to live. The edge of her vision was becoming grey now, she was dying of hypoxia, the need to fight seemed to be less important, she could feel her body now; she was slipping backwards down into darkness. Suddenly the little breath she had exploded from her lungs and the pain returned, she was gasping, coughing, spitting under the bright fluorescent lights as Yolanda dragged her to the surface and rolled her onto her back. Suzzanne’s breaths were mixed with sobs,
“Ready to talk yet?”
“Never” sobbed Suzzanne unsure whether it was true.
“Sure?” and Yolanda released her grip on her. The agent dipped under the water sinking downwards, she struggled to get back to the surface, her feet scudded and slipped on the glass, her face broke the surface before she slipped under again, she kicked back again breaking the surface, gasping coughing, then under again, this was worse than being ducked, all the time Yolanda leaned over the tank looking into her despairing eyes. Suzzanne’s mind raced, she could see in the woman’s eyes that she would let her die if she didn’t get what she wanted. Yolanda let Suzzanne bob and struggle and she went under at least a dozen times before she slipped her hand back into the strap to prevent another dive, “More or ready to talk?”
“I’ll talk” gasped Suzzanne
“Good and I want the real reason, no more nonsense about Goldhill or its more diving lessons for you!”
“Ok ok” panted Suzzanne, now was the time to use the cover story M.I.7 had provided if she was caught.
“I was sent to reconnoitre the site, my agency and the Americans believe your organisation is preparing a hidden missile launching site to threaten the U.S.
“Hahahahahahahah!” laughed Yolanda, “really, a missile site, what else?How did you find the location for the site?”
Continuing the lie Suzzanne which seemed to be plausible to Yolanda, Suzzanne continued “a local operative heard some of your men talking in town about the deep excavations, after that it was simple to get a satellite over the region to take photos, but when nothing showed up I was sent in to find the site”. She knew if she said she let on about the thermal signature they would take measures to further conceal the site, at least this way they would think the camouflage was sufficient.
“You’re not being entirely truthful with me are you Suzzanne” Yolanda said condescendingly, “You’re not the first agent sent here are you?”
“I am I came alone” she said knowing full well that two agents had been sent before her and had disappeared.
“Ok” said Yolanda and motioned to the guards who pulled Suzzanne out of the tank and dropped her dripping onto the cold concrete floor. Kneeling behind her Yolanda grabbed her soaking ponytail saying, “So you don’t know her?” as one of the guards pulled aside a canvas curtain to reveal a naked blonde girl kneeling in a glass cylinder.
Suzzanne recognised her immediately it was one of the missing agents, Ami Gibbs. The girl Suzzanne could see was kneeling inside the cylinder because her wrists where chained to a ring bolt in the base, a red ball gag filled her mouth. Both women recognised each other but neither displayed any sign of recognition,
“Come now, I know you know each other, you are both M.I.7 agents, stop this deceit it will do you both no good.
“Look I don’t know her OK” said Suzzanne struggling now to decide the best course of action, she was taken aback to see Ami also a captive, neither Goldhill, Cortez or Yolanda had mentioned any other agents up until now, clearly they had been playing her.
“So to you her life is worthless?” and she gestured to one of the guards. With a whoosh the glass cylinder began to fill rapidly with water quickly reaching the girl’s waist. Ami began to look panicky; she tugged at the chain and looked to wards Suzzanne her eyes filling with terror. Suzzanne struggled and Yolanda tugged her by the hair whilst pinning her down with her knee. “She means nothing to you so watch her drown”. The cold water had reached the girls pert breasts now peaking her pink nipples and Suzzanne could she her struggles increasing. The water level rose higher covering her shoulders and then working its way up her slender neck. She tugged at the chain and tipped her head backwards trying to gain that extra bit of height as the water reached her jaw. “Not much longer” said Yolanda. The water was beginning to cover her chin now as she fought to keep her face above the rising water. Creeping over her face she sealed her lips around the gag to prevent the water entering her mouth, then she closed her eyes as the water covered those. Suzzanne struggled but was firmly pinned and bound and could only watch as her colleague was covered. The water finally covered her nose and Suzzanne could now she Ami’s submerged face framed by her slowly waving blond hair, her green eyes wide her cheeks bulging. She continued to tug at the chain her movements becoming more and more panicked, after a minute bubbles began to leak from her nose, “She’s not got much longer” whispered Yolanda as the girl’s struggles decreased and the flow of bubbles from her nose and mouth increased.
“Ok stop stop you bitch, you win I know her, let her go, get her out” and a smiling Yolanda gestured to the guard who operated a lever. Almost as quickly as it had entered the water began to drain from the cylinder and Ami could be heard to gasp and cough as the oxygen entered her lungs. Yolanda laughed “Secret Agents, so fucking predictable, I knew you wouldn’t let her die, you’re weak, no commitment. Well I’d love to keep you both here for my pleasure but I understand Mr Goldhill has plans for you both so I’ll say goodbye to you for the last time” and rising she walked to the door. Suzzanne twisted to watch her go and could see Goldhill silhouetted in the door. “Bring them” he rasped.
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