Once the bright capital of the German republic, now a collection of ruins, barren and empty. No survivors and no resistance stayed behind, but still, four soviet bases surround the corpse of the great city.
And still, the Reds have not learned that simple numbers can not stop a determined attacker.
"You know who I am. You know where we are." The tied and gagged man glared daggers at Tanya, and surely would be making threats if he could speak.
"You are thinking I want information from you." The woman gets up from her seat on a broken concrete pillar. "And you are wrong."
The soviet officer frowned, then his brows shot up as Tanya drew out her knife. "I do not care about what you might know or not know, but I am going to hurt you for a while regardless. Not to get information, but to leave information. You made a career out of spying on people, blackmailing them and forcing them to work for you."
"Just fitting that your life ends as a bloody note on the wall." The man's eyes go wide as Tanya grabs his neck in an iron grip and places the knife under his ear. "But most fitting since you were the one organizing my capture."
"There is nothing you can say, your subordinates already told me everything I need to know." The man lets out a muffled scream when Tanya simply slices off his ear. "Your only use now is as a warning: when they find your corpse and my message, your soldiers will know fear."
Dispassionately, she starts to carve the man's chest while her prisoner screams, trashes as much as the ropes let him and babbles what must be begging for mercy. "You thought you had power, and in the end, all you can do is beg for a quick death."
Once the bright capital of the German republic, now a collection of ruins, barren and empty. No survivors and no resistance stayed behind, but still, four soviet bases surround the corpse of the great city.
And still, the Reds have not learned that simple numbers can not stop a determined attacker.
"You know who I am. You know where we are." The tied and gagged man glared daggers at Tanya, and surely would be making threats if he could speak.
"You are thinking I want information from you." The woman gets up from her seat on a broken concrete pillar. "And you are wrong."
The soviet officer frowned, then his brows shot up as Tanya drew out her knife. "I do not care about what you might know or not know, but I am going to hurt you for a while regardless. Not to get information, but to leave information. You made a career out of spying on people, blackmailing them and forcing them to work for you."
"Just fitting that your life ends as a bloody note on the wall." The man's eyes go wide as Tanya grabs his neck in an iron grip and places the knife under his ear. "But most fitting since you were the one organizing my capture."
"There is nothing you can say, your subordinates already told me everything I need to know." The man lets out a muffled scream when Tanya simply slices off his ear. "Your only use now is as a warning: when they find your corpse and my message, your soldiers will know fear."
Dispassionately, she starts to carve the man's chest while her prisoner screams, trashes as much as the ropes let him and babbles what must be begging for mercy. "You thought you had power, and in the end, all you can do is beg for a quick death."
"You are not getting it."
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