Irina had proven to be a tough customer, but Orell wasn’t going to give to be dissuaded so easily. It was a safe bet that she had been taught how to survive capture and interrogation at the GRU. When his family had left Russia, Orell had been a bit too young for military service, but he had been taught enough in a UCAS cyber-ops school a few years later to know that all these programs only provided you with enough strength of will to last a few days – weeks at most. Enough time to allow the rest of your team to escape or at least change all the codes… but nothing more.<br/><br/>Trying to break a spetznatz trainee was a long shot, but the possible rewards were just a bit too tempting not to try. Irina had some special powers – magical or biological – and having that at his disposal was certainly worth the effort. Not to mention: having her<em>body</em>at his disposal… that was<em>certainly</em>worth the effort. Orell had to smile at the thought. Hookers were a dime a dozen but that girl was<em>special</em>. The way she moved was out of this world. He absolutely had to have her, he had to make her<em>his</em>. She would break… eventually.<br/><br/>Her ‘treatment’ was only starting, after all, and he had prepared some special surprises for Irina. Not to mention: some special<em>guests</em>.<br/><br/><strong>“Now, as promised: She is in there, the assassin who killed your friend Tomek.”</strong>Orell said and looked the youngsters up and down: half a dozen of pimply faces trying to look tough. Gold chains and cheap tattoos were everywhere.<strong>“I will say it again: you get to fuck her and beat her. Nothing more. No killing, no marking. No knifes, no smokes, no razorblades. I still have plans for that girl.”</strong>Orell said and casually put his AN97 assault rifle down on the table, ostensibly to have his hands free as he unlocked the door, but also as a reminder that he was not in the business of second chances.<strong>“Here!”</strong>He handed the first of the boys a little blue pill as he went in.<strong>“Party all night.”</strong>He said with a smile, repeating the advertisement line for that particular brand of 'perfomance enhancing drug'. The next boy got the same ‘welcome package’ along with a tube of lube. He also handed out a couple of vodka bottles and glasses. Can't party without drinks.<br/><br/>