"You won't last much longer, you're gonna die here. Why protect someone who doesn't give a shit about you?"
He threw her back into her cell, slammed the door, and began walking away.
When he exited the cellblock, returning to the Shadow Gallery, he sighed deeply.
He reached up, and pulled off his wig, and shucked off his leather gloves. This charade was wearing him down, as much as her. It was more difficult than he could have predicted, torturing her.
She was holding up well enough that she hadn't even given away the merest detail. He knew she had found Valerie's letter, perhaps that's what had given her newfound strength.
The look in her eyes, every time he sat her down across the desk from him, the pain, the confusion, and the desperate want and need for him to rescue her had begun to fade. She seemed a bit more resolved.
The next time he put her through the water torture, even with threats she remained completely calm. . It seemed she was almost ready, perhaps after he had dinner he would go back and give her the ultimatum. In her world, she wouldn't perceive time as he did, one of the advantages for him. As he knew well, when in prison, time tended to blur together, even the food deliveries didn't help, as he made sure to stagger them at 3 random times of day, instead of following his own feeding schedule.
He ended up getting distracted by his plans, and returned a bit later than he had wanted, but the session went as he had predicted.
As he dragged her back to her cell, after telling her in his Creedy disguise that she would be killed, if she didn't cooperate, and yet she said nothing, she almost looked distant, as if deep in thought, in a moment of weakness, after returning her to her cell, for the last time, he stayed at the door, turning to her,
"Look, all they want is a bit of information, just give them something, anything will help." He tried his best to keep the pleading out of his voice, but she merely shook her head,
"Thank-you, but I've nothing to say."
"Then you have no fear anymore, you're completely free."
He barely noticed the look of shock on her face, as he swiftly exited her cell.
He closed the door, a bit less forceful than usual, and walked down the hall slowly.
How she reacted to the truth would make all the difference.
A/N: I know these notes are annoying, but i wanted to explain where i think this story is going. I haven't written a thing in a while, but i got an idea while watching the movie again. Seen it millions of times, but never thought of anything different. thanks for reading.