[IRW Aylhr] Penumbra - [18+] SD242106.14 - [Backlog] Honour Restored Pt 2 - T'Imina t'Verela

A Mission Post by erie'Riov T'Imina t'Verelan
Mission: Penumbra
Location: Romulan Special Operations Training Centre, Samnar
Timeline: ~ 1.5 Years Prior (2420)

[18+ -- Trigger Warning]

[Interrogation Chamber, Romulan Special Operations Training Centre, Samnar]

[Part 2]


Screams filled the confines of the small, dark, confined space where T'Imina's body was situated. Several Romulan personnel and black unmarked uniforms surrounded her strapped, helpless body - tending to the various controls which were ensuring her conditioning was moving along at an appropriate rate.

Her nerve endings felt as if they were being slowly torched with the end of a candle flame, causing her unrelenting, constant, agony. How long had this been going on now? She had lost her concentration and mental count around twenty minutes in as they had simulated her being water-boarded.

This conditioning - a specially designed torture regimine was just one small part of the program in which she found herself, at the behest of her father's arrangements. She was being conditioned, even more so than her prior training had put her through, to withstand multiple forms of torture. Her very resolve and ultimate loyalty was being tested to the breaking point now.

If she gave in too quickly - she would be labelled as weak and further shamed, perhaps even forbidden in returning to her service within the Tal'Diann.

"Stop." The deep and subtle voice had commanded the team of those working around her, moments after the burning sensation immediately stopped and her mind was able to once again focus and start counting. T'Imina's only hope to make it through the next round was to give her best attempt to find that solid, meditative state in which she could to some extent separate her mind from the pain responses being inflicted on her.

If she couldn't - this would be over all too soon - she would fail.

"Tell me your access codes to the Tal'Diann private communications network, Arrain…" The voice was on her left side now, edging closer to her ear. "This can all end, if you just give me the codes T'Imina. You do not have to endure anymore of this."

"It is erie'Riov you asshole." T'Imina replied through her gritted teeth.

There was a menacing laugh now, which replaced the voice which had been attempting to lure her into a sense of trust and empathy. "Perhaps… If you are able to make it through this program… You will need to earn that rank back…. And believe me T'Imina t'Verelan… It will be so greatly earned." The voice turned into a whisper now, and T'Imina could feel the vibrations against her ear. "This will be the final time I will ask you for a while, Arrain. What are the communication codes to the Tal'Diann network?"

T'Imina opened her eyes, their crimson red seemingly glowing under the bright lights above her head. "Go fuck yourself." She took a deep breath and with her last will started counting in her mind again, she had only seconds now…. Seconds to reach that state….
The menacing laughter filled the chamber once more, "Excellent….." T'Imina felt the cold and clammy hand brush over her finger tips. "Such nice fingernails you have…."

"One… Two…. Three…." T'Imina gasped and started screaming once more as the device around her head activated, now stimulating and mimicking the response and sensation of someone taking pliers and ripping off the nails from her fingers.

[2 days later...]

There was a thud, as T'Imina collapsed to the floor. She felt so very old and tired in that moment, as if she had aged a hundred years. There was a deep urge within her to just sleep, like she could slip into a slumber that would last a millennium.

"How did I do?" Somehow she managed to form words, her voice raspy and withered.

"You passed. A respectable effort - certainly not the best we've had through these doors but I have seen worse." It was the voice that had been with her for so long, her inquisitor of sorts.

"I suggest you get some rest T'Imina… There are more difficult days ahead." The voice grew distant and the feeling of steps vibrating against metal flooring stopped. She knew she was finally alone now and would have some time to let herself recover. Her bed seemed too far away at present, so the exhausted, battered and mentally tortured Romulan let herself drift into a deep sleep right on the floor.

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