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WIJ Day 9

Falling

This is a part of the Trial AU, where Kai was arrested for espionage after becoming a political officer in the military dictatorship. This bit comes after The Arrest.

Contains: well look honestly idk how to warn for this one man. There's... very mild gore? uh stuff vaguely similar to current events and history that might make people uncomfortable idk go read the rambling in that tags that might give you an idea. And mentions and implied threats of whumpee's family and childhood but seriously this is super mild compared to what I normally write I think

Kai's fall from grace came violently, as anything involving them was sure to.

Within minutes of being processed into Holding, they had a bleeding nose from being slammed into the metal bars of their cell, a bit of skin had been torn off their wrist where it had been caught in the ratchets of their too-tight cuffs, and their back throbbed where a knee had violently forced them against the edge of a table. They could hear people talking outside the cell, not so quiet whispers. Shock, disbelief, plenty of that, but also unveiled excitement at getting to hurt them soon. Most of the guards on duty were new, and it has been a couple of years since they were here, but there were a familiar face or two.

It was one of those that they recognized that came into Kai's cell first, a staff corporal that seemed to be in charge, walking in confidently while the other guards crowded outside and tried to stay out of view despite wanting to see. They couldn't remember her name, even if they really tried to think. Not that that was easy as they sat eying her warily with dread heavy in their stomach. They definitely did remember working with her, though. She was still a private then, quiet, followed orders well. Never asked for anything, rarely ever spoke up, but eager when ordered to hurt a prisoner.

She leaned against the wall, staring at Kai and checking her watch every couple of minutes. It didn't escape Kai's notice earlier that they had been put into the cell with the screen in the corner. They had used it before, showing terrified prisoners video of people being tortured as a threat, their family and friends getting hurt, even. Fortunately, this guard did not seem to have anything like that in mind. She checked her watch again, and, clearly deciding it was time, turned the screen on to live news.

She circled behind Kai, wrapping her arm around their neck, loosely but enough to force their chin up, and they knew she could easily cut off their air if she so wished. "The news about your arrest should be breaking now," Her voice was flat, sounding almost uninterested save for the subtle edge of cruelty. "Can you imagine what people are going to say? You've had a successful career, Major Waykes, how could you be a traitor?"

They shivered when her other hand trailed down, undoing their buttons one by one. She took her time with it, holding them still against the back of the chair they were cuffed to with her palm flat against their belly. Her other hand smoothed down their chest, nails catching on old scars, before she grasped the edges of their shirt at their waist and peeled it back, her knuckles never leaving their skin. Then, nails raising red lines on their arms, she pushed their sleeves down to bunch around their wrists. "Oh, my mistake," They heard the flick of a switchblade being opened, then the pain of a sharp point being jabbed into their palm briefly before it was pulled up jaggedly, leaving a red line on their hand and slicing their shirt away. "You haven't been charged with treason, so not a traitor. There will understandably be calls for your execution, but most smart officers will know what that means. A spy doesn't get to die so easily. Are you ready to see people describe in detail how they want you to suffer on national TV?"

That seemed to have been all the talking the guard was willing to do, and she stayed silent the rest of the time, letting the sound of the news fill the room. She kept her left arm always pressing against their exposed skin somewhere while she worked with the knife in her right hand, pushing the tip into flesh until it reached bone, and shifting it around against one point, not switching spots until they cried out each time. For the first few minutes, the TV showed pictures of them while the anchor droned on about their past. Pictures from events meeting with foreign dignitaries, medals hanging from their chest; from training that were really photo ops, clad in all their tactical gear and surrounded by their team; one of their high school graduation, the teachers sitting in a row at the back of the stage in their dress uniforms. Pictures of their family.

Then, as the guard warned, reports started rolling in of statements from officers on the situation. Questions raised by reporters at the end of a press conference, followed by a suspiciously long answer. Journalists gathered outside of government buildings, asking for the opinions of those entering and leaving, only some of whom briefly paused in shock when realizing what they were being asked about. Then, reporters reading out excerpts of the many statements that were being posted on social media each minute. They were not going to discount how many people must really believe that they deserve harsh punishment in the form of physical pain, but having put out this same type of statements before, they know how much of it was motivated by fear. Fear of being seen as sympathetic to the disgraced officer if your response wasn't as fast as others' or not violent and graphic enough. In the short term, the suspicions of sympathy may lead to a few more painful meetings with Loyalties Officers, but they pile up into roadblocks in your career, or maybe eventually you become the one everyone races to condemn in their statements.

Every time they try to look away, their head is wrenched back with a hand in their hair. A few seconds of half-hearted struggling was apparently too much for the guard, and they found their face being smashed into metal for a second time in less than an hour, the blood that dripped from their nose gathering where their cheek met the table, and they felt it cooling down and crusting on their skin the whole time they were held down for the knife to trail down their back, the tip catching against their ribs as it moved.

The statements after the first few all sounded roughly the same, and Kai could imagine all the officers who were actually caught off guard by the news calling each other to share templates on what to say. The only thing interesting was the increasingly creative calls for violence. The guard seemed to bore of it, to Kai's relief. But still, by the time she prepared to leave, they were covered in little round open wounds over their bones and joints. In some spots, if the flesh was pulled and tugged enough, there was a bit of white that showed through briefly before being hidden for the blood welling up again.

Left tied on their knees for the night with their arms wrenched painfully behind them, they had plenty of time to think while guards walking up and down the hall stopped outside their cell to stare. At least none of them were ready to say anything to their face yet.

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