Anaak Zahard

At the edge of the cell, there she was. Anaak Jahad. You could only just suppress the urge to flinch until the guards closed the door, giving you the privacy you needed to clench your fists tightly. For just having a child, she was sentenced for having committed A+ level crime. It was immoral, honestly, but then again, since when was this prison anything BUT immoral? Like B-Rank prisoners, she was wearing not a single piece of clothing, but what differed was that she was restrained in a squatting position, her hands chained above her head and her legs spread apart by chains, forcefully held in that position. It was clear the crouching position was meant to torment her, putting her in a constant state of tension. Her body was unnaturally sweating, but despite that, she seemed able to sleep right now. Did she knew he was here?

After a minute of tense silence, you realize she really was sleeping, somehow managing despite the position she was **** into. Although you felt bad for disturbing her sleep, you decided that it was better this way. "... Lady Anaak?" You called out slowly, not wanting to give her cause to distrust you from the start. At first, she didn't seem to respond, but then her eyes opened slowly as her body straightened with the rustle of her chains.

Anaak Jahad eyed you coldly, but her expression remained fairly calm. "What is this, some kind of a new, creative addition to my punishment? Midnight ****?" She called out curtly, showing no fear as she gazed at you with defiance. You shake your head as you approach the bars of her cell. She was clearly still resilient indeed, as the guards had described of her.

"I am not here for such purposes, Lady Anaak. My name is Anthony. I can't tell you much of the details, since I only have 30 minutes, but I can assure you that I am not at the side of the Empire. I was able to be allowed to be here for 30 minutes, and I am here because I work for people who have reliably ensured your daughter would be safe." You made sure to be as calm and confident as possible to appear reassuring and worthy of her trust. She had been trapped here for many years, so of course, she would be hard.

Lady Anaak's eyes widened, and for a few moments, she was silent, until suddenly, she narrowed her eyes. "Oh? And why should I believe you? Give me proof to believe this isn't some kind of a deceit-" As soon as she showed signs of distrust, you made sure to unveil photos of you and Anaak. The two of you weren't exactly that close, but she was very grateful for your bravery and willingness to participate into this. She even agreed to take those photos straight-on, if only to show her mother that your intentions were pure.

Anaak's eyes softened as she looked upon those photos as closely as she could with her limbs chained and her body constricted the way it was. After a while, she nodded. "Alright. I'll believe you. So why are you here? How did you get into this hellhole?" You take a deep breath as you explain to Anaak about how you were here under the pretense of interviews and that it was by writing records that seemed merciless and condemning of the Empire's prisoners that you were able to come here. You made sure to tell her about the part where you discreetly sell your true thoughts, of course, to the rebels, which made her chuckle a bit, surprisingly. "You're really good at this, aren't you? Alright, I'll go along. Ask whatever you want, but don't expect me to look too happy about it."

"That is of no problem at all, Lady Anaak. Rest assured, I am well-aware that you have every reason to appear frustrated, annoyed, and even angry in this interview." You said with a small, guilty smile. "Now, I'll give you a choice. Would you rather start with the questions about your torturous life since you were captured, or would you rather begin by being asked about your husband and your daughter?" Anaak considered the question for a while, before scoffing.

"Start with the "tortorous life". You know what they say. Save the best for the last." Anaak stated as you nodded solemnly. "Okay, so for me, while I don't know if it counts for the other A-Rank Prisoners, since I am an "A+", I get the punishments for monday, tuesday, thursday, friday, and saturday. Only in wednesdays and sundays can I get any kind of real rest." She described it with astonishing plainness. "I'll divide the punishments into three: Pain, **** labor, and sexual punishment." Your eyes widened at the last part? SEXUAL PUNISHMENT!? Something like that even existed?

At seeing your expression, Anaak's eyes softened a bit more from the hard edge they had when talking about her punishments. "Well, this is literately hell on earth. I've been enduring this for years, so I've gotten bitterly used to it. I can even laugh and mock them in the face. I'll try and limit some of the details, but I'm going to be honest and say even then, it's going to be bad. Are you ready?" You exhale deeply as you nod. Anaak smiled solemnly. "Well then, let's start with the punishment on the monday and tuesday, shall we? The "pain" part?