The cross-dresser was heading to the boffin's headquarters when they caught her. Those bloody Germans never gave in a budge, as they descended on Deryn so rapidly she had no time to defend herself. Wrenching her hands to her dorsal side, the damn Germans wrapped her mouth in a rag before "Dylan" had a moment to scream "bloody murder". After making sure that the cross-dresser was well-gagged, they forced her into a cabin, hurling "Dylan" into a stiff wooden chair. Immediately Deryn tried to heave herself up, but the cross-dresser was roughly pushed down and held while someone else secured her hands and body down to the uncomfortable chair. No matter how much "Dylan" struggled and flailed the opposing foe was too powerful for her, like a pebble smacking against a boulder trying to leave a mark. The cross-dresser shrieked her lungs out but the scrap effectively stifled all of her swears she uttered at the blistering Nazis.
"Boy, I will untie cloth but if you yell, I hit, got it?" growled the German man who shoved her into the cabin, showing the cross-dresser his fist.
"Dylan" glowered at the Nazi wishing she could leap up and beat his smug face into smithereens, but since that would complicate matters, she nodded. The German gave the middy another taste of his power before loosening the cloth.
Right off the cross-dresser hissed, "Barking spiders! You don't have to be that rough! Only a word or two here and I'll be as obedient as a lamb!"
A confused expression crossed the Nazi's face but it only lasted for a second as it was replaced by a scowl as he hissed, "That's not-ah-important to our questions. You lie and you will be like him," the German gestured at the unconscious figure lying on the firm fabricated floor.The middy squinted to make out the figure and gasped once she saw who it was.
"You, you, blistering bloody dummkopfs! You killed Newkirk?! I'll never answer-" A resounding slap shut the cross-dresser up, as it blazed over her cheek and finished with a firey sensation. It felt like a scolding poker being laid on poor "Dylan's" flesh.
"I said you yell I hit. Again?" threatened the Nazi preparing for a new painful delivery. The middy shifted her jaw around to check if anything was broken, and was relieved that it was only bruised.
The German took the cross-dresser's silence as acceptance and began, "Good. Question one; Are you in anyway involved with the boy by the name Aleksander Ferdinand?"
"Blisters, how do I answer it?" pondered Deryn, "Do I lie, resist or tell the truth? It's not as if saying my relationship with Alek will give them any information on him. But at the same bloody time, it might have some meaning to them. Or I could give the blistering German's the partial truth. What to choose?"
She heard her voice choose partial truth, "We're just good friends, is all."
The Nazi smirked and gloated, "Good, little boy. Question two; What do you know about this prinz kollegen?"
Deryn's heart froze as she heard the question asked as her mind raced, "No. This is the only question I don't like. I-I can't lie on this one because… I-I just can't. They will see that I'm lying and it'll be the last time I'll ever see Alek again. No, I promised Alek I would keep his secrets and I can't give in now. Not now when I…" then it hit the cross-dresser with a huge pang that sent electrical sparks racing throughout her body, "Not when I love him."
"Dylan's" head snapped up to glare murderously at the Germans as "he" spit, "I'll answer that over my dead body, you life killers."
Another slap to the opposite side rocketed Deryn's head snapping it violently the other way as the Nazi hissed, "Tell me, or face a punishment worse than this."
"Bring it," rumbled the middy, preparing for another siege on her body, "I'll never tell no matter how many times you hit me."
"You will tell me, I know," hissed the foe gesturing for his fellows to gag the cross-dresser again.
Once middy was silenced, the Nazi didn't hold back the intensity of his slaps for a second. Time after time, the blows rained down on Deryn's weak and frail body as the murderer let out his pent up anger on her body. And time and time again the cross-dresser endured the wallops without a single squeak, determined to protect the ignorant archduke.
Finally the blows halted for a moment as the opponent rose close enough to the middy's face to breathe, "What do you say?"
Trembling and infused with aches and pains, the cross-dresser squeezed shut her eyes and visualized how Alek's life would be gone once the German's found him and growled a single word, "Never."
A stong smack to her head set her reeling as her mind tried to decipher the events that were happening.
She remembered the German leaning in to whisper into her ear, "Good night little boy." How she felt tipping over in her stool, crashing painfully onto the stiff solid fabricated wood. From then on her mind swam achingly slow, slipping in and out of consciousness, as she battled to stay alive. Concerned voices rang all around her as Alek's face swam into focus morphing into Volgers, the boffin's and –was it him?- Mr.Rigby's. Then the lurking darkness claimed her.