There was a groan, and slowly the currently blonde woman's eyes opened, her vision blurry at first. The back of her head ached, and the light above their heads made it feel like a vise was cracking into her skull. Oh, and there were Russians talking. Great. Quickly assessing the situation, Delilah recognized her rival, glancing at him for only a moment before moving on to the next person. This was bad. This was very, very bad. 

"The other one is awake," One of the men said. 

"Good, you go take care of her." 

"Hello, darling," The man greeted as he approached Delilah. She recognized him as her target at the club. 

"Ah, Pavlov. Somehow this doesn't look like a hotel room to me," Delilah said, watching him come over.

"How observant you are! Yes, this is the room where I ask questions and you give me answers." 

"And if I don't give you answers?" She asked. 

"Then I put a bullet in you." 

"Come now, Pav, that's hardly very polite." 

The man sighed and rolled his eyes. "Enough. Who do you work for?" 

"McDonald's at the moment. Currently looking for a career change. I thought airplane hostess looked like a nice job, and I've got the body for it." 

There was the sound of a gun being loaded, and then a scream as a bullet pierced through the flesh of the woman's leg. A string of curses was muttered, and then a yelp as the barrel of the pistol was pressed against the wound. "The next one goes in your head. Who do you work for?"

"Go to hell." 

She closed her eyes, expecting to feel another gun shot as the pistol clicked, and she flinched when the [i][b]bang[/b][/i] rang out through the room. Instead of shooting her, however, the bullet was aimed at the wall, as it had been intended to scare her this time, not harm her. This sort of psychological and physical torture continued with many variations, every now and then returning to the gun as they made her believe they were through, that they were convinced she wasn't going to tell them anything. Several times Delilah had come to grips with death, accepting it, and then the bullet flew past her and into the wall.