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Chapter 8

Your P.O.V

The lights swam before your eyes as you opened them. The back of your head exploded in pain, and you tried to lift a hand to it, but you couldn't. You tugged at the chains wrapped around your wrist, cutting the blood flow to your hands. You struggled against them, the jagged edges cutting gashes into your hands and forearms, and tears soaked the gag in your mouth that pulled your lips backwards painfully. Your legs were tied in the same crude fashion as your arms - the chains rubbing painfully against your ankles.

You sat in the dimly lit room for what felt like hours, every sound outside of the room making you jump. You were in some sort of storage room - dusty boxes in every corner and on every shelf. You could just make out some of the words on the side of one in the dim light.

'Munition'

Their munition storage? Judging by the thick coatings of dust that lay over the tops of the boxes, it was one that they had long forgotten about.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the rusty metal door opening, bright white light flooding the room. You squinted at the figure that stood in the doorway - BLU suit, mask and gloves. A cigarette between his lips, twirling a knife in his hands. An exact replica of RED Spy, but BLU. He advanced towards you, flicking his knife open, then closing it again over and over. He's gonna kill me. You thought to yourself as he came nearer and nearer, his footsteps echoing through the room. He brought his knife to your face, and you squeezed your eyes shut. This is it. This is how you were going to die.

In one swift motion, the knife slashed at your face. A small cut begun to sting, and the gag in your mouth loosened. You spat it out, moving your jaw.

'What do you want with me? I don't know anything!' You hissed at him, and he just smirked.

'On ze contrary, I 'eard you know everyzing, mademoiselle.' He said, the same voice, wit and charm as RED Spy. What you would have given for it to be him instead of BLU Spy.

'What do you mean?' You asked him, confused. 'I'm new to the team, I don't know anything!'

The smile on his face was wiped clean off, replaced by anger. 'Don't play zis little game, or I will be forced to do somezing I don't want to.' The knife in his hand suddenly became more noticeable, and you gulped.

'I'm not playing games! I don't know anything!' You explained to him, as if talking to a five year old.

'Don't lie!' He snarled, swiping at you again with his knife. A new cut opened just below your bruise, the blood trickling down to you neck. He muttered to himself in French, before turning back to you with a menacing glare in his eyes. 'Soldier told me to "Get ze girl". And zat you are ze intelligence. You are lying.' He decided, twirling the knife before your eyes. 'I don't really want to 'urt you, but you are leaving me no choice.'

'Listen!' You cried out frantically, and he stopped, looking at you with curiosity. 'Contact the RED team. They'll all tell you - I joined at the start of this week! Please!' You begged, and yet again he just smirked.

'But what eef you are ze intelligence? Ze rest of your RED team wouldn't tell us that, zey would lie to protect you.'

'No! I'm not lying, I promise!' You said, tears joining the blood running down your cheeks. He just shook his head sadly.

'Zen you leave me no alternative.' He whispered, knife edge pressed to your cheek.

Your screams resonated through the whole BLU base.