Cpl Rebecca Wise

"You are just a girl! Tell me about yourself, who are you?"

The commandante slowly circles around her. She is 24 years old, 5'9, with blonde hair and blue eyes, a medium build and a 36c chest. She is dressed in a tee shirt, combat trousers and boots. She sits silently, trying to remain firm. 'Remember your training,' she thought. 'Volunteer no information that could be used by the enemy.'

His English is very good, she observes, like he had a western education. The voice is now soft, close to her ear, as though he is standing behind her.

"Girl, when I ask, you must answer!" Suddenly he grabs hold of her blonde hair and pulls her up onto her knees. Her hands are still bound behind her back.

"Becky!" she yelps. He releases his grip as she gasps, her chest tight with fear.
"Rebecca Wise, Corporal," she stammers. "Royal Engineers, 449678."

She hears a sharp intake of breath, as though her isn't to his liking. She wonders what he will do next. The boots scuff on the dirt floor again as his hand brushes through her blonde hair.