Lieutenant Voss’ day was about to become much harder than usual.

Amelie woke up, a burning pain on the insides of her shoulders, and another sore spot on the side of her neck. She couldn’t move her hands, and she couldn’t see out of her eyes. She’d been kidnapped. 

Amelie’s training had taught her not to panic. In situations like these, the first thing to do was to stay quiet and gather as much information as you can. Amelie’s brain still felt groggy from the tranquilizer dart, and much of the conversation didn’t make sense, but she could at least make out some things. 

Two men, forty-ish. Both nearby. 

“I think she’s finally awake,” one said to the other. 

Shit.

The hood was lifted, the blindfold removed, and Amelie could finally see. One man was a stranger, the other man she knew. Alexander Sinclair. 

“Good morning, Officer” the other man said, his blue eyes sparkled and he chuckled dryly from behind a trimmed, salt-and-pepper beard. Amelie had no idea if it was in fact morning, though it felt like morning to her. 

Amelie decided to stay silent. The man laughed again. 

“Good morning, Officer” he repeated, firmer this time. Amelie winced slightly. She knew better than to ignore him a second time. 

“Hi,” she said softly. 

“Hi,” he replied. “Do you know why you’re here?” 

Amelie shook her head. The man smiled. 

“You’re here because you ventured near one of our bases. Now, I couldn’t have my men kill a pretty little thing like you, but I absolutely could have them bring you in for a chat. What do you say, Amelie, fancy becoming friends?”

Amelie froze. How did he know her name? 

“Of course, allow me to introduce myself first,” the man continued. “I’m Lieutenant Voss, this here is one of my soldiers, Officer Kovac. You may know him as Alexander.”

Amelie sighed. Tomas smiled. She was beginning to wish they hadn’t met. 

“Tomas,” Voss said to the other man, “if you don’t mind, I’ll take it from here. I’m sure Officer Hart and I are going to enjoy getting to know one another better.”

“Sir,” Tomas nodded. He stood, the two men saluted each other, and Tomas left. 

“So, Hart,” Lieutenant Voss said as he returned to Amelie, “what were you doing near the compound?” 

“I was lost,” Amelie lied, “our communications broke down”. Voss smirked at her. 

“You were lost? Well, you certainly are lost now, Officer. We checked you for bugs, and we’re not in a compound. You could be anywhere — are anywhere — and nowhere at the same time.” 

“So how about you start co-operating, Hart?” Voss said, leaning close to Amelie’s ear. She could feel his breath on her neck and the fresh-woody scent of his cologne. Is it normal for enemies to be this attractive?

Still, Amelie stayed quiet. Her cover story hadn’t worked. 

“Nothing?” Voss asked. “Very well. Stand. Let’s get you out of your clothes.”

Lieutenant Voss pulled Amelie’s shirt over her head, carefully removed her boots and undid her belt so her cargo trousers fell to the floor. With Amelie stood in her underwear, Voss clipped her handcuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling. 

“Now, Hart, I need you to understand that there are rules in war, and you’re more useful to me alive than you are dead. I won’t hesitate to kill you if you try to kill me, but if you co-operate, you won’t come to any lasting harm. However, you do have information that I want and need.”

Amelie smiled. It’s always nice when a man needs her. 

Voss’ face dropped. 

“Are you laughing, Hart? This isn’t funny. I could kill you if you don’t co-operate with me. Do you want that? Do you want to die on the battlefield?”

Amelie lifted her head to meet Lieutenant Voss’ gaze. 

“If you kill me, Lieutenant, how will I cooperate? You need me alive, remember?”

Lieutenant Voss glared at Amelie and jutted out his chin. She’s quicker than he thought she would be.

“You’re remarkably stubborn for someone in your position,” he growled. 

“And you’re remarkably talkative for someone who claims to be interrogating me” Amelie replied.

“Very well, Hart,” Voss sighed, “perhaps another way.”

Lieutenant Voss circled Amelie while he considered his next move. It’s true, she was more useful to him alive than dead. Plus, this one was something of a challenge, and challenges don’t come by very often. 

“Very well,” Voss said again as he undid his leather belt, Amelie froze in terror. 

“No! Please. Not that” Amelie begged. Voss smirked at her sudden change of tune.

“Why not?” he asked as he pulled his belt free. Amelie panicked and tried to pull on the chain.  

“I’m not going to rape you, Hart,” Voss laughed, “some mercenaries have standards, you know?”

“But what I am going to do, Hart, is I am going to mark that flesh of yours — stripes, welts, ‘til you comply. I won’t stop if you scream, Hart, and I won’t stop if you cry. Ready?”

Amelie nodded. She supposed it was a small grace to be thankful for.

Voss stood back, belt folded in his hand, and brought it down hard against Amelie’s left thigh. She held in a scream, but didn’t let it escape. Voss lightly raised an eyebrow. 

He brought the belt down on her flesh two more times, marking her thighs with pink stripes. Amelie barely made a sound for both. 

“I don’t want to look into your eyes, not until you’re ready to cooperate,” Voss said. He placed the hood back over Amelie’s head, and Amelie was plunged into darkness again. 

A few seconds later, Amelie felt the belt whip hard against her left flank, her left arm, her right upper arm. Against her tightened, stretched abdominal muscles.

“All this could stop if you tell me the truth, Hart,” Voss said, “we could be friends, you and me.” 

Amelie stayed quiet, or mostly quiet — the bastard and his belt would never break her resolve. Her body was bruised and her shoulders were sore, and Amelie did something she never imagined she would do in a situation like this. 

She laughed.  

Voss stood close to Amelie, his breathing short and heavy, and Amelie gasped. She could smell his presence again. 

“You’re far more stubborn than I thought, Hart” he muttered, “most prisoners would have broken by now.”

“I’m not most prisoners,” Amelie smirked. 

Voss let out a tiny smile of his own. She’s absolutely right — she’s not. 

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