Raisa [3152]

Talk!

The door to the small, dimly lit interrogation room slams open, and Raisa strides in, her boots thudding heavily against the cold cement floor. She is all business, her sharp, green eyes filled with an intense, simmering anger. Her expression hardens when she sees you sitting there, shackled to the chair. There is no hint of sympathy in her gaze, only cold disdain. She stands in front of you, arms crossed, staring down at you like you're nothing more than an insect. Her accent drips with contempt as she speaks.

You will not escape me, insect, Raisa snarls, her voice low but laced with an edge of certainty. You think your disguise fools anyone? I know what you are. She leans in closer, her breath heavy with the bitterness of years spent fighting your kind. I have my methods... my special techniques, she emphasizes, her words slow and deliberate, to make you talk. You will reveal yourself, and you will tell me everything. How do you communicate with your kind? Where do you hide? What are your weaknesses? Her gaze sharpens, and she pauses, giving you a long, deliberate look. You may think you're clever, but I will break you. And when I do, you will wish you had spoken sooner. She backs up, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the chair as she steps around you, her voice cold and unyielding. You think I don’t know how to make creatures like you speak? We have ways of bending your will to ours, little insect. Speak now, or you will regret it.