Sickness and Wealth (Part 4) - Short Affair - Feb 29th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Prompts – Tackle/Orange
Word Count (Approx.) – 348

(Mentions of torture, but there’s no graphic description.)


Part 1
Part 2
Part 3


It had been a very long, and humiliating, two days for Illya. From the moment he’d woken from being hit on the head, yet again, he’d realised he would not be escaping without help. He had been placed in a windowless basement room, which looked to Illya to be a purpose built interrogation room. At the centre of there was a steel chair, into which Illya had been strapped. To prevent him from any attempts to free himself, each hand had been forcibly balled into fist and wrapped in thick tape. His fingers were useless to him.

Over the two days of his imprisonment Illya had, in turns, been punched, slapped, electrocuted and suffocated. He’d been subjected to brain-shattering high pitched noises, irritating white noise and blindingly bright lights. Sleep and food had been denied him and he hadn’t once been allowed to leave the chair. This is what had led to the humiliation.

Illya could endure a great deal of torture, but being forced to have to soil himself, and remain sitting in it, was a huge affront to his dignity. It still wasn’t enough, however, for him to give up his secrets. Foxton had asked him every conceivable question about U.N.C.L.E., its command structure and the locations of worldwide offices and agents. Illya had remained silent throughout. Despite the cramps wracking his legs and back, and the powerfully sickening headache, he figured he could last at least two more days.

Illya groggily lifted his head as the door opened, but he allowed it to drop again when he saw it was Foxton.

“I have informed Central of your capture, Mr Kuryakin,” the doctor informed him. “They will be arriving in about twelve hours to retrieve you. In the mean-time let’s see if we can tackle that stubborn tongue of yours.”

Illya glanced up to see what he would be subjected to this time. He tried not to show any reaction upon seeing a syringe in Dr Foxton’s hand. Whatever the orange liquid contained within it was, Illya was certain it would eradicate is resolve to remain non-talkative.


To Be Continued.

(I apologise for the brevity of this part. Every time I tried to concentrate on it, I was disturbed by someone. The next part may come before next week’s Short Affair)

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Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh you're putting him through his paces aren't you? Interesting how bodily functions are usually side-stepped and ignored in fan fiction, though you covered it well here without going to far in your mention of it. Perfect word usage in that regard...'humiliation' and 'soiled.'

Looking forward to the next part.

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Well written even with all your interruptions. The humiliation he suffered as part of the torture was true-to-life and powerful. You torture IK so well. Good chapter!

[rose-of-pollux.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, boy, every time I think you can't leave it on as big a cliffhanger as last time, you prove me wrong!

Save him, Napoleon! Do that instinct thing you always do and find him!