Hazel walked down the hall to the interrogation room, looking over the notes Lord Kincaid had provided her. The prisoner was a member of the rebellion forces that had been fighting against Kincaid's rule for the last few years, and he was getting quite sick and tired of them. There were plenty of losses on both sides, though it seemed the more rebels were killed the more they gained sympathizers to their cause, creating a strategic pickle for Kincaid. He desperately wanted to find their base and blow it up, destroy their resources and morale and execute their leaders. This had proven difficult, especially since any rebels that were captured in battle made sure to commit suicide before they could be forced to talk.
This one had been different though. She hadn't been quick enough with the poison- maybe she had hesitated for a fateful second- and so her sacrifice had been halted. Kincaid was not willing to let this chance slip through his fingers, and the woman, identified as Sarah, was now locked in a cell. The notes indicated there had been some torture, but the woman had proven to be resilient; this didn't surprise Hazel- if Sarah was willing to take her own life for the cause, surely she was willing to endure pain even to the point of death for it.
Hence why Hazel was called in, to approach the prisoner from a different angle.
She nodded to the guard standing by the door. He checked her access card, then unsealed the door. "Keep this door sealed until my signal," Hazel instructed.
"Yes, ma'am," the guard replied.
Hazel entered the room. There was a table in the middle, and small cupboard doors in the walls that were locked. Sarah stood at the other end of the room, away from the door, naked. The notes had mentioned that she had been stripped after a suicide attempt using cloth ripped from her shirt. Sarah stared defiantly at Hazel as the door was closed and sealed behind her. Hazel simply gazed up and down her body, and smiled, appreciating the view, which made Sarah self-conscious and she folded her arms across her chest.
"No, no, no, none of that," Hazel said gently. "Let me see your sexiness."
Sarah's face turned bewildered but she didn't move, though Hazel noted a blush creeping across her face. She continued smiling as she placed her notes on the table. "Sarah, my name is Hazel," she said. "Lord Kincaid has enlisted my services to help him get some information out of you. It seems you've been obstinate."
"Kincaid can fuck himself," Sarah responded bitterly. "And you as well!"
Hazel giggled. "Now, now, I don't have a bone in this fight. I'm simply here to do a job. He's not my type, anyway. You, though..." she let her eyes travel down Sarah's body again, causing Sarah to blush and crouch down to cover herself up more.
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