Hostage Interrogation (Stella, Kalama)

“Are you fucking stupid?” Kalama snapped in return, grabbing hold of the redhead’s har and giving it a rather firm pull. “Your kind doesn’t do the job properly. Instead of sending them on, you just blast them into nothing. All those Hollows that are killed by your mob never have the chance to live again. That’s why we wiped the Quincy out or tried to anyway. You were far too ignorant to understand what the hell you were doing and didn’t fucking listen. Your kind were the fucking monsters and nothing’s changed.”

Furious beyond measure, she’d let go over the woman’s hair, uttering a phrase so filled with curse words that no one would want to hear it under her breath. Yet, when she spoke next to the Quincy, there was a slightly different tone to her voice, as though she was recalling a pleasant memory. “I was there on the frontline, all those years ago, butchering your kind like cattle and believe me I found more pleasure doing that then fighting any Hollow. I may have been trained to kill them but I only felt alive when I was slaughtering your kind. That’s when I knew where I belonged and to this day…I still feel the same, whenever I feel the spiritual pressure of one of your race.”

Her dagger would run along the girl’s bindings although at that moment, she didn’t release another shock, instead she’d almost tease what was left of the woman’s uniform. “It was so enjoyable killing your friends but I confess that sometimes I must admit that it’s more fun to draw out the suffering…”

“Trust me, Airbags, the Shinigami you come across today aren’t going to be anything like me. I hate your kind but I don’t think much of the Gotei either. Once we wiped out your miserable lot, the Gotei lost its way and became toothless, weak and useless. The moment they started to become weak, I left and made my way to this world instead. Humans are so bloodthirsty and warmongering. I confess that I’ve enjoyed taking part in their constant wars.” Kalama reminisced, her blade still toying around with the clothing of the Quincy, almost briefly delving inside them too. Nearly but not quite. “I’m not sure if Hollows are even the biggest threat to them, as they seem all too eager to kill each other.”

“As for me, I just enjoy going after Quincy, more than any other. I didn’t attack your friends because of the Shinigami and Quincy rivalry, I attacked them because deep down I get a thrill out of it. Just feeling the spiritual pressure of your kind draws out my darkest emotions and when I come across your lot, I have to attack. It’s what I’ve done for the last god knows how long and I’m doubtful that will ever change. I’m doing the world a favour.”

Noticing the tone of the redhead’s voice, Kalama would laugh, seemingly amused. “I suppose that leads me into figuring out what to do with you then. As the victor, I should probably just slit your throat and leave you here but I must admit that it’s enjoyable toying with you. I’d never lower myself to putting my hands on one of you but you’re quite sexy tied to that chair.”

The assassin looked down at the woman for a full minute or so, not moving or saying anything as she calculated her next move. Her purple eyes never wavered, a hate filled gaze that left no illusion about what she wished to do and yet…there was something in the back of her mind. A desire to extend the torment, to make this woman’s life absolute hell. It wasn’t something she normally felt towards Quincy, as slitting their throats swiftly brought her plenty of pleasure. This woman though had pushed her a little, more so than anyone she’d met for a while and that annoyed her even more. Death was just too quick for such a pain in the ass.

“You know what?” She finally said, moving around the chair and sitting directly on the redhead’s lap, looking her straight in the face. “I don’t think I want this to end just yet. I’m going to make you suffer but not here and now. I’m going to stretch this out for as long as I can. I’ll target your friends, your family, fuck I’ll target whoever delivers your mail if I feel like it. By the time I’m done, you’ll wish I killed you today, like those useless fuckers you came here with.”

Returning her zanpakuto to its sealed state, Kalama would toss it onto the bed, before beginning to cast another spell. “I’ll spare you today but fuck am I listening to any more of your pathetic attempts at sounding brave. I suggest you remain still now or you’ll suffocate.”

With that, she’d place her right hand over the redhead’s mouth, spiritual energy forming where contact was made, the idea being to shut the woman up for a while. If it worked properly, there would be a noticeable yellow seal across the Quincies mouth, silencing whatever garbage she would try to say next.

“That’s better.” Kalama hissed, walking over to the bed and retrieving the woman’s phone, before heading back in her direction and pointing it directly and the tied up and bleeding Quincy.

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what Kalama’s plan was.

There was no mercy to be found in the face of the green haired woman and as she briefly fiddled around with the phone, a chuckle would escape her lips. Kalama was enjoying this immensely. It opened her mind up to new avenues that she hadn’t considered in the past, a way of doing things that was more complex than simply killing the target cleanly. It was far more devious, more drawn out and honestly, much more damn fun. This was going to be a fascinating experiment and the green haired woman wondered what would be left of her enemy inside when she was done.

“Not even got the strength to raise your head, huh?” Kalama mocked the woman. “That’s a fucking shame but it doesn’t matter. I’ll make sure your friends know it’s you.”

Satisfied with the settings, Kalama would take the picture, the phone giving off a brief beeping sound as the camera went off. Despite the dingy location, the image came out rather well in the end, the Quincy drooping against her bonds as the blood ran from her head. It was most definitely effective but Kalama wanted one more picture.

Walking up to the woman, she’d force her head up, gazing into her rather absent eyes, before taking a far closer picture, one which shows the Quincies bloody face in all its glory.

Once it was complete, she’d fiddle around with the phone again, before pausing upon the send button. Kalama knew that she might be stirring up a hornets nest if she sent it but a smile crossed her features then. Who fucking cared? She’d attach a simple message to the picture saying, “Had a bad day today. How am I looking?” Before pressing the send all button, the pictures and messages being sent out far and wide to everyone on the redhead’s phone.

With a laugh, she’d then toss the phone onto the bed before walking over to the woman and raising her head again, checking to see whether she was still conscious or not.

Having to move quite quickly to evade the headbutt, Kalama would step back, letting go of the Quincies head. The assassin didn’t mind that the woman still had some spirit left and that just meant that the Shinigami could have a little more fun with her helpless captive. Just because she was going to let her go, didn’t mean that she had to do so just yet. There was a little more time that she could probably spend tormenting the woman although there was a limit. After all of this and with her message sent, Kalama expected a reaction and she knew she would have to leave Germany as soon as she was done with the girl.

Looking devious, Kalama would point a finger towards the Quincy, using the Kido spell Hainawa to provide even more bindings to the redhead, pulling her back up against the chair, causing more discomfort. At this point, the Quincy would be almost covered by the assassin’s tight bindings, digging into the woman’s limbs and body.

When she was done, the assassin would move back in towards the woman, before delivering a nasty slap in the woman’s direction, using her spiritual pressure to increase the power, her hand charged with it. “That’s for trying to headbutt me, you wood cutting bitch.”

It was hard to tell with her mask but it could be learned from her eyes that she was rather enjoying the experience now. Oh, she was angry with the brat but there was something else now as well. Pleasure.

“You might want to think carefully about whether attacking me is the right move here.” She mocked. “I still haven’t quite decided in what state I’m going to leave you in. How do you feel about me tying you to the front gates of the closest village in nothing but your skin?”