I spent the night on that chair. My top was ripped off by the sergeant, she laughed at what she saw underneath. "Mine are bigger" she said. Bitch. I had the chance to pee before I was tied to it. Lucky me. The gunners took shifts to watch me. Nothing to do, I collapsed from exhaustion.

 

 

            As dawn broke, I saw a little light coming into the room. It was joined by the commander, who had come to wake me up.

"It's time to open your eyes Calista! A new day rises, it may be your last. The questioning will begin. We're going to take that tape off your mouth, of course. And since you've been a good girl, we'll give you some water and clean you up."

 

 

          Once cleaned and hydrated, I saw another man enter the room. He knew why he was there. I wasn't too comfortable with the idea of being tortured so he could get information about me.

"What do we have here? A prisoner who is going to tell me exactly what she knows."

 

 

            "I heard a girl armed with a baseball bat came and beat up a whole gang to get away with their loot. We know it was you. Who do you work for? And more importantly, where did you stash their equipment? You don't want to upset me and know my baseball skills."

I didn't know what to say. The truth? Screw him? I was still hesitating on my answer.

 

 

          "You can take your bat and shove it deep up your ass!"

I chose to fuck him up. It was a bad decision.

"So it will be the hard way. I needed to warm up this morning anyway."

 

 

            I got screwed up. The interrogator mostly destroyed my bare chest. I also took a few hits to my legs. My ribs were in pain, some had to be broken. The only good thing was that my head was spared.

"Let's start again. Who are you working for? Where is the stolen equipment?"

"I don't know... I've never set foot in your building."

"You lying bitch! You're wasting my time! Aren't you our thief? You're no good to us, might as well shoot you like the dog you are."

 

 

            "I'll make you regret your insolence, bitch!"

He took me by force towards the destroyed section of the highway. My whole body was in pain. I had enough strenght left to curse at him.

"Go to hell you prick."

 

 

            It was when I found myself in front of the void that I experienced my greatest fear. Falling to my death. I could not accept this fate, not now. I had survived the atrocity of slavery. I didn't want to be executed by some stinking gunner.

"Okay okay I'll talk but please don't shoot!"

 

 

            "I admit it, I looted your building. I don't work for anyone, I accepted a mission in Bunker Hill to rescue a girl being held by a raider gang in an abandoned apartment. I saved her and she pointed me to the BADTFL building as their hideout. I sold the drugs in Diamond City and stashed the guns and ammo. You know everything please, don't kill me!"

He released his finger from the trigger with a smile on his face.

 

 

          The gunner escorted me back to their storage room. I was relieved and still alive. He had succeeded in his interrogation.

"To make you feel better, my gun wasn't loaded."

He had bluffed me and I had bluffed him about the guns and ammo. Tie, game back on.

 

 

          Back to square one. I was attached to the chair again. I was upset that I hadn't been able to control myself better but I was still breathing. They still needed me to lead them to the weapons. Maybe I could get away before they realized my trick.

"Stay safe prisoner. I will inform the commander on our session. Someone will keep an eye on you."

 

 

            A few hours passed. The pain of the torture faded away. My limbs were numb. I felt weak. It was at this moment that the sergeant came, it was her turn of duty. I could see from her attitude that she had nos just come to watch me. She stared at me, like an eagle ready to pounce on a prey.

 

 

          She approached me and kicked the chair. I couldn't do anything to stop her, my legs were tied.

"I'm sick of you cocky attitude, I'm going to teach you some manners."

 

 

          Once on the ground, the sergeant had a perfect view of my bare feet. I had noticed those few glances at them as she escorted me to their base. She took advantage of her dominant position over my captive body. 

"If you ended up barefoot, you don't mind if I tickle you?"

I was surprised, I had no immediate reaction as she tickled my left foot.

 

 

          When she moved to my other foot, that's when I burst out in laughter. I was ticklish, but it had been over 200 years since anyone had tried it again. The pain from my broken ribs returned instantly. She found the exact spot in my soles to make me laugh so hard.

 

 

          The sergeant decided to tickle my belly. She put her hands on my recent bruises and scratched with her nails. I was helpless, forced to laugh and endure all the pain that had disappeared from the morning's beating.

"I didn't expect such a convincing result. I hope you enjoy this lesson Calista!"

"Ahahahahaha I get it! I'm in pain please stop ahahah!"

 

 

          She attacked my feet again, this time focusing on my toes. I was out of breath, my whole body felt empty. 

"Huh huh, please, I can't take it anymore!"

"It's not every day you find prisoners so ticklish. Maybe we should keep you here!"

 

 

          The session ended with the commander entering the room.

"Enough sergeant. The men need help down there. Raiders have been spotted and two Deathclaws have just nested nearby."

"Yes, commander."

 

 

          The commander straightened the chair and told me what was going to happen:

"Your session with the corporal went well Calista. I'm glad. When the area is secured, you will lead us to your hideout. If you behave, we won't execute you. We heard there are new people in Lexington, they'll be glad to have you among them as a slave."

 

 

          Screw them. I had an opportunity to escape, no one was watching me and the commander had just left. I could move my legs. I managed to knock the chair over. Now I had to get the handcuffs off. I had seen some lockpicks hanging around in the storage room. I was exhausted and in bad shape, it would have been deadly to try to compete with them especially when you're barefoot and covered in bruises.

 

 

            I managed to get rid of the handcuffs and made my way to the destroyed part of the highway. There were still a few men patrolling the main gates but they couldn't see me. I wasn't out of the woods yet, the corporal saw that I was gone and started looking for me. Luckily I was hiding on all fours behind the railing, the pain was still there in my chest.

 

 

          With the energy I had left, I jumped to the other side of the highway. I had to cover my bruises during the jump, I didn't want to die from a free fall.

 

 

          "Commander, do you want us to catch her?"

"No need, corporal. She's not worth it. She might be dead before she reaches Boston."

"What about the stolen equipment?"

"Tomorrow, I want a squad around Bunker Hill. Ask about the rescued girl, maybe she'll know something. If you run into Calista again, shoot her this time."

"Understood, commander."

 

 

            I had escaped from their base. I was pretty beat up, my body wracked with pain between the bruises and tickles. I was going to go back to Diamond City to get what I had left at the inn and then I was going to get the hell out of Boston. I hoped the Gunners would forget about me or think I didn't make it. 

 

 

BONUS SHOT 

 

 

 

 

END OF ACT 2