Interrogation Room #3

[Pinko]

She wasn't intimidated, yet at least. Her eyes gazed for short moment through the room as she was pinned onto her seat, only locking themselves on the figures before her for a short moment. Her hair was awfully dirty, as if she didn't get to bathe in days, and her clothes were loose and stained with a bit of blood. Exhausted, she stared at the bottle of water which was between her palms, it would be the first time in 24 hours they had offered her a drink. Unfortunately for her, the bottle was quickly removed from her, and she attempted to jump from her seat to grab it. If only she could get a single drop of this precious liquid, she wouldn't mind any further punishment. Life has been rough to her, but she never cracked out of her shell, not until she first fled at least.

Perhaps they thought that shutting her in this small, cold, damp room would affect her. It wasn't any worse than her own cabin back on Pacifica. The interrogater asks her a question. She didn't hear any of it. She keeps yanking her cuffs, attempting to break free, to reach the bottle of water, wasting what little physical strenght she had left. But her moral is intact, she keeps telling herself, almost believing it. After a minute or so, she finally calms down and begins staring blankly at the figures in front of her, silent.

Machinally, emotionless, she repeats the same speech she's repeated since she was put under arrest. "My name is Maria Müller. I am 20 standard years old. I was born and raised in the asteroids of Bering. My father and my mother are criminals. I am not." She mindlessly kept repeating these words.

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I want to get off Mr. Igiss' wild ride.