The Captured Irishman,resistance is futile! (Miyamoto Musashi and I)

Natalia Rivera is the first Chief of the Gestapo.Fair skinned,with black hair and brown eyes.She was a healthy,and athletic woman,but by no means was she kind.At the age of 25,she was the youngest Gestapo chief,as well as the first woman to acquire the position.The young woman made her way down the hall and to the interrogation office.The only sound that could be heard was that of her combat boots hitting the tiles of the floor with each step she took.

Natalia's dark eyes landed on the guard who stood in front of the door to the interrogation office. "Ein Amerikaner, ja?" She inquired,asking if he was an American.Her question earned her a nod from the guard. "Ich werde ihn abfragen." She then said,before opening the door,telling the guard that she was going to interrogate the man.

Captain Stephen George Leslie of the United States Marine Corps was tied to a chair stripped down to his pants and that's it. All other items had been removed from shirt to boots all that remained was his underwear and pants. He hands was tied behind his back as he struggled against the. Even his feet was tied as he growled and pulled on the ropes. He was cursing to the point of making the sentries inside the room red as the blood that ran in his body. He looked up and saw the woman that walked in. Her uniform crisp and fresh looking her officers cap hiding most of her brown hair. She looked to be in her mid twenties as she walked in. He stopped his struggling as he brought himself to his full stature as best he could. His face impassive but still red from his struggles. His dog tags clinked as he moved. His vibrant red hair in stark contrast to his eyes and the room. His eyes were as blue as any pure sapphire but showed a fire of a true warrior. One who would not give anything unwillingly and easily if he did. He spat at her feet as she stopped a foot or so away from him and growled like a animal at her.

Natalia only smiled cockily as the man spat at her feet,his dog tags clinking due to his movements. "So,you're the American." She commented.By the clothes save for the pants and underwear that had been discarded,she could tell that he was a captain,but she wasn't sure of what. "You're going to tell me what I want to know.The only question is,weather or not you're going to do it willingly." she added,her pronunciation was clear as a bell,but her accent was very pronounced.A very large part of her was hoping that he wouldn't cooperate,so she could get rough.The young woman pulled her combat knife from inside of one of her boots.She wanted to be ready for anything.

Stephen looked up at the German bitch that in front of him. He smiled as he shook his head saying.

"Bitch the day I betray my brothers and my home is the day I die and hell freezes over."

He relaxed as he prepared his mind and body for the coming torment he know was to come.

Natalia frowned and glared at the American,angry at his defiance. "I'll just have to cut it out of you then," she commented,drawing her knife and slashing one of his arms.To her,this man was nothing more than an American dog.

Stephen Winced slightly as the blade gashed his arm and blood sprayed. He looked at her and spat in her face. He smiled as he said.

"Is that all you got wench. My grand mas sewing circle can do worse than that? Serious show some imagination this is a interrogation not a pity party"

The blood flowed freely down the side of his arm as he moved his arm subtly to get the blood to go to the ropes that binded him. His subtly flexed his forearm muscles to stretch the wet rope as it soaked up the blood.

Natalia wiped the saliva from her face,and glared at the man. "You want creativity?" she asked,grabbing his arm and twisting it backwards. "Judging by your clothes,you're a captain of something.What is it?"

Stephen Looked up and smiled. He laughed at her for her ignorance. He then took a serious tone as he recited the words taught to him in boot.

"Stephen George Leslie, North Carolina. Date of birth three eight nineteen twenty two. Rank Captain United States Marine Corps. Alpha company seventy second Battalion twenty third Division I D number one four dash seven two dash nine four ."

He looked at her and said nothing else as he waited.

Natalia nodded,and let a little smile cross her lips,telling the guard to make note of all the information Stephen was telling her. "Natalia Rivera,first chief of the Gestapo." she said.

Stephen Looked up at her and growled. He kept up with the stretching of his binds. But he gave no indication of what he was doing. He the said as he subtly strained against his binds even more.

"Like I needed or wanted yer name skank. Who did you sleep with to get that high a rank."

He then looked at his arm with the cut as he shook his head as if disappointed with her work.

Natalia scoffed at that,her eyes darkening at the man's words, "If you know what's good for you,you'll refrain from calling me such things.That is,unless you want to return to your precious country in a body bag." she said,moving behind him to let her nails rake down his back. "What are the Marine's plans?" the young woman then asked.

Stephen laugh as he he heard the question. He laughed for a good few minutes before catching his breath and saying.

"What else? To kick yer sorry jerry asses and kill Hitler. As well as end this gods forsaken war that you forced upon the world bitch!"

He smirked knowing it would incite her in some way. He had heard rumors of the Gestapo. He hope that they all wasn't true cause he was in for the long haul.

"Wrong answer,American dog." Natalia said coldly,dislocating the mans shoulder,listening as the bones moved apart,rendering the joint functionless for the time being.