Traitors Never Win // Closed// O/O

Rael returned the response with a partial flimsy salute. "Call me Sergeant Han or Rael if you'd like, Agent Pialla or is there something you prefer for me to call you?", he asked. In the corner of his eye, he looked out to see if the others had come back. If there were any footsteps, their sound are drowned out by the spy's chains. He closed the door then started to make clicking sounds using the one end of the pen. Hopefully the three knocks will be heard soon.

"Bajhe only has one of me, yet I pity my country for being infested with more of you.", Rael shrugged,"They wouldn't send just one over here, am I wrong?" An eye for an eye. Being cursed at or hearing the country being cursed at wasn't something out of the blue for him. A lot of prisoners of war do it all the time whether he's the on they're talking to or not. But to compare it to this feels like an understatement. Defiantly is different to be called scrawny versus other things; it just doesn't feel right to him.

(That's interesting, you'd think others would know this most likely. I don't think interrogators use the head ducking thing much depending on who it is. I believe there's also this recreational activity called waterboarding too. Not really surprised that many people don't really know about it. Knowing is only half the battle though.)

Nothing really came up as a reply for him, although he couldn't hold back the chuckle that managed to escape from his mouth. He never had taking into account how amusing this new nickname is. Is this really all she's got though? You'd think that these spies who are renowned for their strength and capabilities would have better nicknames and insults to call him.

"Strange how I agree with you, fascinating Nym.", he pointed out then adding,"But it's the enemy you have to keep closest to yourself." Rael squinted trying to lip read whatever the spy had said afterwards. Would've been better off if those fools hadn't put all of the chains in Bajhe on her.

Stepping away from the wall, he dropped the notes on the seat before making his way over to Agent Pialla. Rael held his hands in front of himself while pacing around alongside. "What was that?", he questioned.

Forcing an explanation out of her now doesn't seem likely. All of this will be trail and tribulation for him. He couldn't help but notice the way the agent responded to him calling her by her name; and the way she inched away from him too. Oddly that grimace sort of comforted him in a sense; it amused still as well. Rael took a tiny step closer and elbowed her. Taking another glimpse, he moved back to the same distance.

"Oh Nym, I was just talking about how your brain must be damaged after that exciting fall.", Rael answered,"Must've affected your hearing too."

Finally, there was knock at the door. Most likely it only had taken at least ten minutes or so to go over there and back. Time must've stopped by the moment he had come inside. "Come in!", he shouted. And with the sound of the door creaking open, Rael shoved the agent against the cell once again before walking over to the guards.

Going over, he helped the two men by holding the door. Watching them come in with three watering cans, a cloth, a board with two cuffs on the top and bottom, and some zip-ties. Perfect.

(Don't worry, it's all good.)

Back at it again with the brains thing. Honestly he feels like he needs to start counting how many times she'll bring up intelligence or not admitting anything. How many times has it been so far? Six? Really the only thing he should be counting is how long it'd take to get just a single sentence of information out of her. Patience is a burden when you realize none of it will go by quickly or smoothly.

A small gap between his lips was made ready to spill whatever sort of retort he could think of. Closing it, Rael realized that coming up with one would serve no purpose. Instead he just stood there next to the door watching the guys set things up. His eyes watched their every move as they went around getting ready. Eventually they looked up over at the spy. She seems very determined about this like she's been through this before. The fact was just outright agitating to him. What will it take for an Outhila spy to break? He must find out for himself, one way or another. "Get her off the chains and onto the board. Now.", he commanded.

(Lol I didn't even think about when writing it. I just realized that! :) )

Rael's nails dug into the sides of his arms listening to her. Probably what made this even more worse was that one guard stopped while the other looked at him. Without wasting any time, he just flicked his wrist beckoning them to continue. It's not like he's going to take one of their batons and start whacking them with it. Trying to point his focus somewhere else for the time being, he stared at Agent Pialla. Her expression piqued his interest right away.

You don't just give in on the first try, especially for someone of her specialty. Agent Pialla had already started this with a fight, clearly, so what's the point? Those pests always find ways to keep going on, battling in secrecy till they get what they needed or till they meet their own demise. Now Rael would be even more screwed if the spy reconciled to hers. The general would most defiantly make him abandon post. He'll have to figure it out what it is that Pialla wants now, in order to get what he wants. Only after this pleasant activity.

After the guards had attached her to the board, he strolled on over. "Ready Pialla?"

Whatever little skit fighting with two men was, it surely was a nice brief intervention. To Rael, it just looked like another opportunity to waste your energy. He couldn't find that fearful expression from before anymore. At the same time, it didn't exactly reflect the decisive one from awhile ago. Amazing how the spy is so self-assured about this. Her compliment made him snicker for a brief moment. His weight shifted to his right foot as "Asphyxia will be the least of your worries.", he exhaled while breezily glancing over at the watering cans,"Shouldn't it?"

He lightly pulled on the corners of the cloth to make sure there wasn't any folds. As he flipped the notepad to a new page, Rael signaled for the one guard to start. The pen felt bleak in his hand as his gaze followed the watering can.

"Let's wait and see, Nym, it's only the beginning for the both of us." Rael glimpsed down at his watch then jotted down the time. He wasn't sure what to anticipate, Pialla seems to be perfectly fine though. If she's been through this before, then she must have a way to save herself from choking for air after this.

Shoving the notepad into his pocket, he snapped his fingers to catch the one guard's attention. Rael held up three fingers then one and three again. It wasn't long till after the other gave the nod when the water started to pour out. Usually the interrogators don't partake in actually pouring the water yet they have to be there since they've commanded for it to happen. The rules could change for him given the situations, but deep down, he wishes they won't have to do waterboarding more than twice at least. He sighed glancing over at the other two watering cans. Rael could feel his skin turning cold as sweat ran down the side of his face. The first one shouldn't have to take long.

For the remainder of the time, he just stood there and observed. His weight shifted to his right leg as he kept his arms crossed. Rael would start to narrow his eyes in curiosity. Could Pialla really hold her breath for this long? Right as she moved her head, he titled his to the side. Guess that was an unfortunate misread for her. Well, eventually something of the sort would have to happen, no? Outhila spies might be as surprising as everyone says they are to be. It didn't matter, immediately after it was over as he'd suspect.

Now the rule is to have the water pour till emptied then give the prisoner a one minute "break". Kind of a stupid requirement since anybody would need more than a minute to be able to breathe again. Also seemed to go against the whole torture thing in the first place, but no one doesn't want to lose all the potential information that can get them somewhere. It's only Rael's first time though, the general did tell him to be experimental and have fun with it. He didn't feel like saying anything just yet, the silence the cell had before was pierced with the sound of someone trying to get air and the guard getting the second watering can.

Just as the next one was about to begin, he held his hand out causing the other to go back an inch. Stepping closer to the board, he took the upper left corner of the cloth and lifted it for just a second. "Good job Agent Pialla.", Rael said in an unenthusiastic tone,"Should we go to round two or is there anything you have to say for yourself?"

A little trail of laughs fell out of him as he brought his face away when she stared to spat out water. He wondered when she would tell him to go to hell. It sounded like cacophonous and mellifluous in a certain sense. Putting his hands on the dampened board, Rael brought his face closer again. "Nym, I'll just meet you there when I'm not busy.", Rael smirked as he looked down at her.

In his field of vision, he noticed one of the guards also had smug look on his face. Taking the other's baton, Rael held it up. His arm did a slight jerk as he was on the edge to start beating the lights out of the guard. Staring back down at Pialla, he shook his head before mouthing the word,"'Go" There's always enough time to deal with the imbeciles under his command. No one is for sure who long they'll have the spy in their hands without anyone else knowing about it. Oh well, might as well keep the baton for later, just in case.

During the second part, he kept looking down at his watch then would go to Pialla for just a few moments. Nothing about it was eventful to him this time. He'd have to write a few details about this one too, but he decided to do that later. Luckily it ended sooner than before. Both the first and second round were the same length of time, roughly around three minutes, and yet this one felt as if it went by faster. "Two's better than one, so let's stop it at there for now.", he removed the material folding it into a triangle, before ordering"Get her off and put the chains back on right away." Rael tied the material around the handle of the watering can then sat it next to the door.

Rael opened the door for the two guards who managed to collect everything quickly. One of them had the zip-ties in his left hand along with a watering can. Snapping his fingers, the man had stopped to look at what he was pointing to. As the guard lifted his hand, Rael took the zip-ties out. Immediately he sent him off along with the other mumbling a thank you. Surprising how he was so focus on the waterboarding that he'd forgotten about it. He also forgotten about his beret that still lied on the floor; there's no way of getting out of here if he's being this clumsy.

Once again he sat back in the chair staring across the cell at Pialla. The sight of her still trying to gain her ability to breathe again was close to being pitiful for him. And so it begins for them. He doesn't expect for the spy to tell him anything still. No one ever really does unless there's something up their sleeve. The zip-ties sat in his pocket along with the notepad; he still does want to use them, although the question for him is when. Rael doesn't want to rely on stress positions to gain any significance in this interrogation. "I'll wait for you to curse me after you're done struggling over there.", he stated.

At first it was scrawny, now it's twig. This is true development right here; after twig it's going to be runt. Rael had to cover his face with his hand in order to hide any sign of a smile. On the other hand, his shoulders did lightly bounce up and down. The warden of prison said that it takes more than a few minutes after being waterboarded in order for someone to recover. Looks like Nym is making some progress with it, apparently. Sounds like even if you waterboard her several times, she'll still insult you; amazing.

Rael stood straight up from the chair pushing it behind with the back of his foot. He took the notepad out, spending a minute writing down something then placed it back in his pocket. Trudging over to her, he buried whatever hint of expression could easily reveal itself. Slowly, he knelt down the removed the chains from Pialla. The whole time he kept his eyes low while wrapping them around his neck. "Come on before those two idiots return.", Rael sighed,"Kill me, unless you're scared yourself."

In an instant, he could feel the strain around his neck. It only takes from ten to twenty seconds to faint due to the pressure. Whatever damage that will occur depends on the mechanism too, but given that it's prison chains and not her hands, all of it is going to vary. Rael's hands shot up squeezing the chains till his knuckles turned white. His vision kept meandering from fuzzy to clear every second. In order to get to the door while she's still strangling him, he has to nudge ahead just a few centimetres. Or could Rael just wait a bit longer till the guards come back?

A loud gasp was forced out of him as his chin was brought up. It was hard to register whether or not he was going with denial or primal. He managed to still hear most of what she said even though he felt his heart pounding at a faster rate. Rael didn't have the ability to keep a bleak expression anymore. Between his little ragged wheezes, he chuckled."So what? It's all Hell, Nym.", he managed to whisper.

Rael's eyes went from staring directly up at Nym to over at the front of the cell. Quickly his hands began to loosen their grip against the chains. Feeling the restraint also becoming just a bit alleviated, he inhaled whatever much air possible. Her last sentence kept repeating inside his head over and over. You'll help me get out of here….

What would the use be for him? She practically spat at him when he mentioned getting out of this retched cell in one piece. And at this point, it's undeniably absurd for him. Becoming a traitor against all that he's ever known is a risk that he'd rather die for instead before ever thinking about committing it. Whatever part of him could ponder at that moment wondered if dying would be more beneficial for him now; or would it be more satisfying for the spy. The tears that fell down from his watery eyes felt warm against his skin.

"Over my mother's grave if you think I'm that fickle!", he roared while glaring up at Nym. The strain on his neck became tighter again. Rael held on tightly again as he tried to thrash to the left throwing his elbow back.

Rael tried to continue fighting to free himself, time is starting to slip away though and the distance between him and the door is too much right now. Carefully, he changed his position so that he was only kneeling with one knee. He shouted while aggressively throwing his shoulder back. The blood flowing his veins started to boil. His breaths grew shorter and weaker. Who knows how longer he can take this before forcing to give in or going unconscious.

Waving the white flag was something he could never imagine doing. If you'd told him that ten years ago, he'd call you insane. But sometimes it's better off making outrageous decisions. Besides, the chances of him, her, or the two of them succeeding is somewhat low. Rael would probably be more ashamed dying in here than anywhere else. Fine, I'll get you out, just another thing… Making a fist, he started to slam it against the floor in Morse code,"Get me out of here too."