Sympathy and a snippet from a fic I'm working on to cheer you up. Don't laugh at the names - there's a reason for them ;-)
The sound of the door being locked made him spin round. Both guards were watching him, their faces expressionless.
“Strip,” Boris ordered. Daniel stared at him open-mouthed too stunned to comprehend. Boris stepped forward, the action menacing. “Either you remove your clothes or we will. It would be shame to ruin such an expensive suit, would it not?”
The suit wasn’t expensive, but that hardly seemed relevant. Daniel snapped his jaws together and reluctantly slipped out of his jacket. He held it in front of him uncertainly, then saw Igor jerk his head towards the table. Obediently he crossed the short distance of concrete floor and laid his jacket on the smooth wooden surface. He tossed his tie on top of it, then his shirt. Cold air bit at his bare skin, raising goose pimples. He crossed his arms over his chest and rubbed at his forearms for warmth.
Igor’s gaze moved to Daniel’s pants, the message clear. All his clothes were to be piled on the table. With an irate huff, Daniel swiftly removed his shoes, socks and pants. Finally, holding Igor’s gaze as though it didn’t matter to him whether he was dressed or not, he stepped out of his underwear and dropped the boxers on top of everything else.
Boris picked the garment up, one finger crooked into the waist band. “Not Calvin Klein?” There was contempt in his tone. Daniel bit back a snarky comment. Let them have their fun at the expense of the naked American. He had more important things to worry about. Like what the hell they were going to do with him now he was wearing nothing but his skin.
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Date: 2005-02-08 05:52 pm (UTC)The sound of the door being locked made him spin round. Both guards were watching him, their faces expressionless.
“Strip,” Boris ordered. Daniel stared at him open-mouthed too stunned to comprehend. Boris stepped forward, the action menacing. “Either you remove your clothes or we will. It would be shame to ruin such an expensive suit, would it not?”
The suit wasn’t expensive, but that hardly seemed relevant. Daniel snapped his jaws together and reluctantly slipped out of his jacket. He held it in front of him uncertainly, then saw Igor jerk his head towards the table. Obediently he crossed the short distance of concrete floor and laid his jacket on the smooth wooden surface. He tossed his tie on top of it, then his shirt. Cold air bit at his bare skin, raising goose pimples. He crossed his arms over his chest and rubbed at his forearms for warmth.
Igor’s gaze moved to Daniel’s pants, the message clear. All his clothes were to be piled on the table. With an irate huff, Daniel swiftly removed his shoes, socks and pants. Finally, holding Igor’s gaze as though it didn’t matter to him whether he was dressed or not, he stepped out of his underwear and dropped the boxers on top of everything else.
Boris picked the garment up, one finger crooked into the waist band. “Not Calvin Klein?” There was contempt in his tone. Daniel bit back a snarky comment. Let them have their fun at the expense of the naked American. He had more important things to worry about. Like what the hell they were going to do with him now he was wearing nothing but his skin.