Kat had a feeling that it wouldn't have mattered if she stayed silent or not, either way it was his intention to cause her pain.  That suspicious was confirmed as she was drug into the dubiously appointed interrogation room.  Her wide eyes regarded the many devices of pain and torment with disdain as her mind wondered with horror how many of her people had been broken here.  She fully expected to be strapped in to the large slanted table that seemed to be the crowning glory of the torture chamber.  It took her by surprise when the guards brought her over to the suspended chains and the traitor began binding up her body.  The cold metal of the chains caused her to shiver as it grazed against her flesh, not that the temperature of the room was very comfortable for someone unclothed either.<br/><br/>She offered no reaction when they finished hanging her in the chains, though the position she had been placed in was more than a little humiliating.  In her mind Kat was picturing how she would kill them all and that seemed to keep her calm.  Her muscles tensed, attempting to see how much give the chains offered, not surprisingly there was none.  Her eyes stayed cold and deadly until she watched the collaborator grab the dark haired girl and shove her into the room.  The girl looked terrified so she did whatever she was told.  Kat growled low under her breath knowing that the girl would be suffering as well.<br/><br/>When the guards left his dark eyes turned to her with a clearly evil intent, what that intent was however she was uncertain of.  Without warning he snapped his arm back and thrust his balled up fist into her stomach.  It took a second for the pain to register in her mind, it had happened so fast.  Kat grunted and groaned in agony as his fist dug into her muscles and organs.  Instinctively she wanted to curl up but the chains held her tight and wouldn't allow it.  Her eyes shut tightly as she tried to work through the pain with deep breaths.  His knuckles continued to dig and bite at her now bruised flesh, not allowing any let up, making her gasp every now and then when it got too intense.  Her eyes slowly opened but his hand was no longer at her taut stomach.  When she felt his fingers begin to stroke between her spread thighs she cringed and began trying to struggle against her restraints.  A large part of her hoped that her disgust would reach the level that she would vomit on him, since there was no other way she could retaliate.