Comrades in Pain (for jo36c)
"The two ecobitches are ready. They're in the basement," Mike says as we walk down the stairs. "Ecobitch" is Mike's name for any female he deems "unfriendly" to our business, whether she's a bona fide eco-terrorist or just a housewife who goes to a demonstration once in a while, and it's kind of our job to determinate which is which. "So you say they were caught with one of our laptops..." "Yes, they've managed to log on and when we caught them they were copying our environmental impact evaluation data onto their portable hard drive--you know, the report that we ourselves use, not the one we sent out. They were halfway through this year's report and they may have already sent last year's to someone," Mike continues as we stop in front of a bolted door. "And the local police?" "Already taken care of. As far as they're concerned these two bitches never entered the country."
"Good," I say as I unlock the heavy door. Several of my men are inside, armed with guns and stun batons. In the center of the room, two women are hanging by their wrists. Their feet are barely touching the ground, and based on the look on their face the strain on their shoulders is starting to get to them. They're both stripped completely naked, and the younger one is clearly embarrassed, while the older one still tried to put up a brave face.
"Now, ladies," I say as I look you two up and down, "let me start with a simple fact. Whatever country you say you're from, this is not it. The local police doesn't care--well, no-one cares--and we can do whatever we want to you. So do yourselves a favor, tell us what we want to know."
I notice that the young one keeps looking at the older one, so I decide to start with her. I take one of the guy's stun baton and stand before her. "Let's start with something simple. What are your real names?" I say as I point the stun baton at her thigh.