Nadya’s Nights: Road to Vengeance
Night Four: Revelations
Chapter Forty-Six: Ties That Bind
by Indy McDaniel
Copyright © 2009 Indy McDaniel
Nadya’s entire body was throbbing with pain. A good deal of the reason was probably due to the countless volts that had been zapped through her by the damn shock collar she was wearing. The rest of the aches and pains were from the fresh bruises covering her body. That blame rested solely with her sibling.
She wasn’t even sure whether Xenia were a sister or a brother. It didn’t much matter, either way, since regardless of what she/he technically was, Nadya still had a pretty big desire to smash Xenia’s head in.
Of course, in order to do that, she’d actually have to get to her feet first. Maybe the bitch (regardless of the genitalia involved, Nadya still felt comfortable referring to Xenia as a bitch) was still unconscious in the previous room. All she had to do was get herself up, stroll back in, and proceed to stomp on said bitch’s head until it was mush.
The plan sounded great, until Nadya realized she wasn’t sprawled in the hallway anymore. After being knocked out by the shock collar she’d been moved. She sat up anyway, ignoring the pain and already finding it slowly starting to recede.
The bars weren’t a surprise. It looked like she’d been dumped into an old fashion jail cell, with the possible exception of the electronic lock on the door. One narrow cot, one small toilet, a sink and a half-used roll of toilet paper were the only things in the cell with her.
“You’ve been out for an hour,” a female voice said.
Nadya turned in the direction it had come from to see the occupant of the cell beside her’s. She lifted an eyebrow, confused by the sight she saw. “What’re you in for? Didn’t take kindly to getting forcibly regenerated?”
Samantha sat up on her own cot, smiling. “Just waiting for pickup. They keep us here in the meantime so we don’t go poking around in their super secret projects. It’s not all bad. A day, two at the most, and I’ll be back out doing what I do.”
“You remember what you do, then?” Nadya asked, still a bit confused by the whole process the woman had just gone through.
Samantha nodded. “Yes, they’ve given me the information I need.”
“Well, isn’t that just grand of them,” Nadya muttered. “Should send em a goddamn fruit basket.”
“You don’t sound very pleased with the service,” Samantha said.
“Fuckin’ right, I’m not,” Nadya responded. “If you’d been treated to the grand fucking V.I.P. tour that I have, you wouldn’t be too fucking pleased with it, either.” Nadya’s hands tightened into fists and she had to refrain from punching something.
It was a bit difficult.
The door on the outside of the cell opened and suddenly Nadya wanted to hit something quite a bit more. Her eyes darkened and her upper lip curled upwards into a snarl. “What the fuck do you want?” she said in a low, dangerous tone.
Xenia stopped as she entered the holding area. She leaned back against the wall beside the door she’d just come through and crossed her arms at her chest. “I wanted to talk.” Her face was much more solemn than Nadya had ever seen it before. It didn’t stop her from wanting to put her fist through it.
“I got nothing to fucking say to you, bitch… bastard… whatever the fuck you are.”
A look of hurt crossed Xenia’s face and she moved away from the wall, approaching Nadya’s cell. “Look, I’m sorry. You don’t know how sorry I am.” She looked down at her feet. “It was just… no one’s ever made me feel like that before. I couldn’t control myself.”
Nadya glared at Xenia, keeping herself seated firmly on the cot. If she got to her feet, she knew she’d rush forward and slug the woman… man… right in the face and then she’d get yet another fun dose of electricity through her body.
“So I’m to blame for what you did, then? Is that it? What the fuck are you, anyway? Some kind of genetic flunky created by this fuckhead organization?”
Xenia stepped forward and grabbed hold of the cell bars, giving Nadya a pleading look. “I’m your sister!” Her eyes glistened with tears and her voice softened. “I’m the only family you have left.” She looked down again, looking ashamed. “I can’t help my… difference… but I am your sister.” Her voice grew hard again. “Despite whatever the fuck I have between my legs, I’m your fucking sister.”
Nadya saw a way to jab at Xenia in an unphysical way and took it. “I’ve seen men with tits before, but women with cocks… not so much. You’re a guy with tits and nice skin. That’s it.”
“I’m not!” Xenia yelled. “I’ve got the same fucking works as you! I’ve just got something extra. And either way, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a fucking woman!”
Nadya smirked, enjoying the fact that she’d struck a chord. “Whatever you say, amigo.”
“Fuck you!” Xenia screamed. “I beat your tight little ass, didn’t I? So why not show a smidgen of fucking respect, you fucking bitch?” Her hands gripped the cell bars tightly, her knuckles going white.
Nadya let the comments wash over her, knowing she’d already won the exchange. “I don’t respect cocksuckers who rape me. I take them apart, piece by fucking piece.” Her eyes narrowed. “Open the cell and take off this fucking collar and you’ll see exactly what the fuck I mean by that.”
For a moment, it looked as if Xenia might actually do it. Then the anger faded from her face and the annoying grin returned. “Maybe later.”
As Xenia’s anger faded, Nadya’s spiked. “So what the fuck are you doing here? I’m not accepting your fucking apology. I don’t give a fuck how sorry you are.”
“I didn’t come here for your forgiveness,” Xenia said. “I’m here to give you a choice.”
“Well, that’s certainly more than you gave me when you started humping on me with that freakish fucking cock,” Nadya muttered, seeing from Xenia’s expression that she’d managed to jab her with another verbal spear.
“Two options,” Xenia said, her voice going cold. “Work for M.A.D. Or die. Those are the only two ways you’re gonna get out of that fucking cell and out of this fucking base.”
“Death,” Nadya responded immediately.
Xenia’s eyes widened. “I’m not fucking around! This is from my bosses. Either you join us, or die. There’s no third fucking option here. And I don’t mean you sit around in this cell for the rest of your life. I’m talking before the sun’s up. Put to fucking death tonight!”
“Good, I hate long waits,” Nadya replied.
Xenia’s mouth gaped, trying to form a response. She couldn’t and closed her mouth, turning away from the cell and heading for the door. She stopped as she reached it and turned back. “It won’t be fast. Or easy. The bosses are certain you still have plenty of useful information in that head of yours. And they want me to extract it by any means necessary.”
“Well, I sure hope you torture better than you fuck,” Nadya said. “Otherwise, you won’t be getting fuck all from me anytime soon.”
Xenia took a long look at Nadya, then turned and exited through the door.
