“ahh~ so we are in speaking mood this time? you seem to be ready to comply today. how wonderful. it seems as though you learned your lesson.” his voice was deprived of any emotion as he shut the heavy door and sat across from the handcuffed prisoner. “ the lot of you are more dog than human.” he muttered the last bit before setting the file on top of the metal desk. “so shall we start with, who you are? and let’s not lie, now.”
Anna keeps her eyes on him as he moves closer to her, tilting her head to the side and not once blinking. She read about him at the KGB. Son of a big shot politician, trips to Germany, Austria, Mexico to make a name for himself. She knows his disgusting type, always has. Her wrists have bruises where metal meets flesh, and the table has blood stains on it. Not all of them are hers. She wishes they were. Her jaw tightens as he says ready to comply, and she blinks a couple of times. “What can I say? I’m a good student.” She deadpans, nails tapping against the metal table as she looks at him. She grins. Sharp teeth and busted mouth, brows raised as she leans in closer to him. “Is it shameful? To follow dogs around, and yet always be one step behind. I do wonder how that must feel.” She leans back against the chair, pressing her lips together. She tries to move her legs but they’re cuffed too. She’s already bored. “Anastasia Romanova, daughter of Nikolai. You might have heard of me.” Her voice is as dead as her eyes.