12-19-2019, 01:00 AM
Unknown Location, Shuell
18th December 2019
Alina Kaufer was incredibly restless, which given she was in a tiny cell, was not very convenient. She couldn’t help but fidget, tossing and turning. She was sweating, and her fever was getting worse. She was shaking uncontrollably and couldn’t stop herself. This had been happening all day. She could no longer focus on the childhood memories she had been dreaming about in the morning, and she was crying. They didn’t let her sleep longer than four hours these days - they had permitted less and less sleep as time went on.
After they had given her a substance which made her talkative, and she had confessed to being an Aurora, rather inadvertently, things had only gotten worse. They had stopped restraining her to her bed, much to her relief, but they had placed a hood over her head, cuffing her hands behind her back for extended periods of time after that. She had been fed something that made her sick, something rotting and expired. She had thrown up in the hood, and they’d left her like that for several hours, the stench overwhelming. That was the first time she cried.
Of course, she almost missed the rotting food when they started giving her some disgusting ration which tasted like iron and chalk. They made sure her cell was freezing, and gave her very little water, so she was always thirsty. It had been a very uncomfortable period, and she had begun to question how much longer she could take it. She contemplated attempting to kill herself, but she figured they wouldn’t allow it, and she was afraid any attempt would just make them treat her worse. So she kept the thought to herself.
At that point, though, the worst was yet to come. They had locked her in an extremely small room, silent and dark, nothing to touch or smell. When she had learned of sensory deprivation during training, she had scoffed, but it was much worse. She’d become incredibly anxious, and had even had a very realistic hallucination of being yelled at and called a traitor to the Matriarchy. After that came the classic, waterboarding. While she had experienced it before during training, it didn’t make it any less unpleasant. There were other things, too, that they’d done to her, so many things...
She couldn’t bear it any longer. She felt so incredibly weak. Everything she had told herself, everything she had spent her life believing, she struggled to even remember. She just wanted it to stop. She wanted relief for the terrible things they were making her feel. They had injected her with something that caused this, and it was just the latest in a long line of ways they had tormented her. She no longer cared about her mission, her loyalty, or proving herself - she just wanted it to stop.
“Please!” she yelled out finally. “I… I want to talk, I’ll tell you what you want to know, I just want this to end, please. Please, please, please…” she trailed off, sobbing and continuing to shake.
It was only five minutes before they opened her cell door, but it seemed like a lifetime to her. When she heard them unlock it, she sighed in relief, and allowed them to handcuff her and take her to the interrogation room. She was shaking the whole time, until they deposited her in her chair in the now-familiar interrogation room.
“I hear you are willing to talk,” her interrogator said.
“Please, make it stop,” she said, continuing to shake.
“If you provide us with information, then we can provide you with relief for your current… condition,” he informed her.
“I’m an Aurora,” she said, though she’d admitted it before. “I was trained in Kerlile to infiltrate Shuell, and given orders to attempt to find employment within IntSec at some point in my life in order to gather intelligence and feed it back to the Matriarchy. Is that what you want to know? I communicate with the Matriarchy through coded emails that are designed to look like enquiries into online shopping. Of the people I trained with, I know others who were sent to Lauchenoiria, Iustos and Libertas Omnium Maximus. I can give you their names if you want. What else would you like to know?”
The interrogator smiled, pleased. Clearly, Kaufer was ready to provide information. He looked down at his list of questions for the Aurora, and began to talk.
18th December 2019
Alina Kaufer was incredibly restless, which given she was in a tiny cell, was not very convenient. She couldn’t help but fidget, tossing and turning. She was sweating, and her fever was getting worse. She was shaking uncontrollably and couldn’t stop herself. This had been happening all day. She could no longer focus on the childhood memories she had been dreaming about in the morning, and she was crying. They didn’t let her sleep longer than four hours these days - they had permitted less and less sleep as time went on.
After they had given her a substance which made her talkative, and she had confessed to being an Aurora, rather inadvertently, things had only gotten worse. They had stopped restraining her to her bed, much to her relief, but they had placed a hood over her head, cuffing her hands behind her back for extended periods of time after that. She had been fed something that made her sick, something rotting and expired. She had thrown up in the hood, and they’d left her like that for several hours, the stench overwhelming. That was the first time she cried.
Of course, she almost missed the rotting food when they started giving her some disgusting ration which tasted like iron and chalk. They made sure her cell was freezing, and gave her very little water, so she was always thirsty. It had been a very uncomfortable period, and she had begun to question how much longer she could take it. She contemplated attempting to kill herself, but she figured they wouldn’t allow it, and she was afraid any attempt would just make them treat her worse. So she kept the thought to herself.
At that point, though, the worst was yet to come. They had locked her in an extremely small room, silent and dark, nothing to touch or smell. When she had learned of sensory deprivation during training, she had scoffed, but it was much worse. She’d become incredibly anxious, and had even had a very realistic hallucination of being yelled at and called a traitor to the Matriarchy. After that came the classic, waterboarding. While she had experienced it before during training, it didn’t make it any less unpleasant. There were other things, too, that they’d done to her, so many things...
She couldn’t bear it any longer. She felt so incredibly weak. Everything she had told herself, everything she had spent her life believing, she struggled to even remember. She just wanted it to stop. She wanted relief for the terrible things they were making her feel. They had injected her with something that caused this, and it was just the latest in a long line of ways they had tormented her. She no longer cared about her mission, her loyalty, or proving herself - she just wanted it to stop.
“Please!” she yelled out finally. “I… I want to talk, I’ll tell you what you want to know, I just want this to end, please. Please, please, please…” she trailed off, sobbing and continuing to shake.
It was only five minutes before they opened her cell door, but it seemed like a lifetime to her. When she heard them unlock it, she sighed in relief, and allowed them to handcuff her and take her to the interrogation room. She was shaking the whole time, until they deposited her in her chair in the now-familiar interrogation room.
“I hear you are willing to talk,” her interrogator said.
“Please, make it stop,” she said, continuing to shake.
“If you provide us with information, then we can provide you with relief for your current… condition,” he informed her.
“I’m an Aurora,” she said, though she’d admitted it before. “I was trained in Kerlile to infiltrate Shuell, and given orders to attempt to find employment within IntSec at some point in my life in order to gather intelligence and feed it back to the Matriarchy. Is that what you want to know? I communicate with the Matriarchy through coded emails that are designed to look like enquiries into online shopping. Of the people I trained with, I know others who were sent to Lauchenoiria, Iustos and Libertas Omnium Maximus. I can give you their names if you want. What else would you like to know?”
The interrogator smiled, pleased. Clearly, Kaufer was ready to provide information. He looked down at his list of questions for the Aurora, and began to talk.
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