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Veronica Mars Interrogation	By : Notpissant Category: S through Z > Veronica Mars Views: 1764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and Veronica is 18 at the time of her assault

Chapter List
- 1-Veronica is Captured
- 1
Veronica sat quietly behind her computer desk, typing information into Google while her father worked in his office sorting out paperwork. She peered up at him from her computer screen, making sure he wasn't watching what she was doing. Veronica had worked for her father’s private investigation service as a secretary ever since he was fired from the police department.
Against his best wishes, she had taken it upon herself to conduct her own investigations, mostly petty things like catching cheaters or finding stolen cars. Lately Veronica's new obsession had been a case of a few missing girls that she had discovered was linked to a human trafficking ring. The leader of this ring was a man from Moscow, Russia. His name was Dmitri Umarov, he was on the top of the FBI's most wanted list, and someone that scared Veronica greatly. Although she feared him and his workers, she was determined to get answers about these missing girls. She knew that he was rarely in the United States because of the major warrants out for his arrest, so her fear was lessened when it came to snooping around for answers.
Veronica gathered the papers she had printed with the information and photos of an abandoned warehouse she had been staking out and slid them into her messenger bag. She shut her laptop and put it away in a drawer, out of her father’s view. She knocked gently on his door, smiling at him as he lifted his head from his paperwork. "Hi daddy, just letting you know I'm going to Logan's to study. Should be home around 11?" She said, biting her lip. "That's fine Veronica. But actually study. And I mean books." He said, giving her a suggestive look. She rolled her eyes and kissed him softly on his bald head. "Love you, old man" She said sweetly. Veronica hauled her bag over her shoulder and walked out the door into the crisp afternoon air.  She situated herself in the front seat of her black Chrysler Lebaron, getting her digital camera ready to take pictures of any suspicious activity.
Once she felt ready, she drove off to the abandoned building. Veronica sat quietly in her car until sunset, making sure she kept a low profile by ducking anytime a car or person passed her. Once the sun had fully set she pulled out her cellphone and texted her boyfriend. "Told papa bear I'd be studying with you for the night. Getting my Nancy Drew on. See you soon? xoxo" She pressed send and slid her phone into the center console of her car. Veronica grabbed her bag and her camera and headed for the backdoor of the warehouse, hoping for the best but being somewhat expectant of the worst.

            Inside the warehouse about five men gathered. They too were waiting for nightfall to begin their business. They were all medium sized men with short Russian beards. They wore cheap track suits with think jackets. Their outfits did not matched people from Neptune. They only spoke in their language. Mostly shouting and yelling at keep other. They were loading the back of a truck on the docks. Small wooden crates being pushed and loaded with forklifts, whatever was inside must be heavy.
With the dock doors open the cool wind blew into the loading zone. The floor was clean for a warehouse. hard metal industrial floors gave a shine to the seemingly condemned building.
By the time veronica was in position to view them they had loaded three crates and were working on the next one. it fell over though and smashed on the ground. This revealed the contents. Inside was a young naked girl tied up with ropes and hunched over.
The men all started yelling and getting made at each other while she laid there seeming confused and dazed.
They saw this as a mild pause to their plans but to Veronica watching them this was evidence on film of the crimes they were doing.
They hit the girl a few times, it was clearly not needed she almost had no idea where she was. She was not taken onto the truck but into another room. Two men came with her. The other men loaded more crates in the truck, trying to finish quickly.
Veronica crouched low behind a group of large wooden crates, peeking through an

opening in the boxes to see what was happening inside the warehouse. She leaned her ear close to the opening to try and hear what they were saying, not that she understood their language anyway. Veronica peered over at a large truck being loaded with some of the crates she was crouched behind. Just as she took her eyes off the truck, she heard a loud crashing noise. She whipped her head around to look at the wreckage, seeing a young naked girl sprawled out crying on the metal floor. Veronica covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming, and to muffle the sounds of her shallow breath. She pulled her camera out of her bag and snapped a few photos of the men loading the girl back into the box. She continued to take pictures as the angry Russian's scurried back into the warehouse, slapping each other roughly in the head. She pulled out her papers from her messenger bag, skimming through the photos until she found the one she was looking for. The young girl she had just seen was Whitney Young, a girl she had gone to school to with. Veronica looked at her picture, a deep frown forming itself on her face. She circled the girls face and made a note next to it, in dark red ink. She slid the photo back into her bag and pulled out another, this time it was a picture of the group of men she had seen. She wrote on the paper of the events she had just witnessed, stating that they were keeping the girl in the crate and were treating her extremely cruel. She sighed and put all her papers away, pulling out her camera once again to snap some more photos of the suspicious people.
While she went through her bags and made notes on the activity she did not notice one of them slip away. When she went back to taking pictures of them she hardly realized there was one missing.
From their perceptive she was detected. At first only the clicks of the camera taking pictures, as she went into her bag and made notes they heard her better and knew they were not alone. Most of them went back to work as usual. They had a deadline and were just about finished loading the truck.
The one who stepped away made it around veronica and outside of the loading room. From behind her she had a clear view of the young investigator.
She worked as she would if no one knew she was there. All the while he had her in his sights.
He did not know what to make of it, why was she here, who was she. None of that mattered as much as stopping her from doing any more of her spy work. He had to put an end to her quickly before Dimitri got there. Everything was working out to well to let this 'kid' ruin it now.
He soaked chloroform onto a rag and slowly crept up behind her. Getting closer and closer while she snapped more and more pictures.
Pictures no one was going to see.
Veronica sat quietly, jotting down notes in her black marble notebook. She casually glanced up from her book occasionally to see what the men were up to. Once she felt her work was done, she gathered up her things and slung her messenger bag over her shoulder. Just as she started to walk towards her car she heard a set of footsteps behind her, the pattering sound echoing on the pavement. She did her best to pick up her pace, unsure of who was behind her. Suddenly, a hand came out of the shadows wrapped up in a cloth. Veronica gasped loudly but all too soon her body filled with a sickeningly sweet smell and panic set in. within seconds the blackness engulfed her. Her seemingly lifeless body fell hard on the concrete outside of the warehouse. The Russian slid the chloroformed rag into his pocket and leaned down to check Veronica's pulse. He nodded his head and raised his arm, giving the rest of the group a signal. They all gathered around Veronica's unconscious body, muttering words in Russian.     One man leaned down and slid his arms underneath her body, hoisting her up over his shoulder. He slapped her hard on the ass and walked her limp body into the warehouse.
In an ominous silence, they slowly marched back to the warehouse. The truck fully loaded well ahead of scheduled. the man set her down on the ground. He body was limp, her arms falling quickly to the floor with a clunking sound. They all learned over her with an sinister grin.
"Who is she, how long has she been watching us."
"FBI are they onto us"
Vlad the man who carried her inside crouched down next to her. he took her purse and went through it. Looking for ID and weapons he saw her school ID. "Veronica"
"She’s a child" said Boris
"No" Vlad said. "She knows to much. She has to be working for someone"
"Dimitri is on his way"
"he’s not here yet" said Erwin who was standing quietly before.
"Look we can’t touch the other girls, they are already sold. no one knows who she is"
"Don’t be stupid, we don’t have time'
"we have till she wakes up" Erwin said before he started undoing veronicas clothes.
He was undoing her shoes, pulling them off then her socks. he tossed them over to Vlad.
"I can’t believe this" he said while he shoved both rolled up socks into veronicas mouth.
Erwin struggled pulling down her jeans. Vlad helped with her short. Soon she was in only her bra and panties, and not even aware it was happening.
She came to once or twice during her violent gang rape. Only for a short time feeling almost drunk and confused before she was chloroformed again.
Images of Logan’s bright boyish smile flashed like a movie through Veronica's subconscious. She dreamt of the first time he told her he loved her, the day she decided to make love to him for the first time. Veronica opened her eyes slowly, blinking sleepily into completely darkness. She tried to raise her hand to rub her eye only to find that her arms were restrained in what she imagined was a straitjacket.
When she finally regained her full consciousness, she became aware of what was going on. Her naked body was suspended in the air upside down. Her long blonde hair hung away from her head. She could feel all the blood from her body pooling in her brain. Veronica struggled vigorously, trying her absolute best to get herself out of the situation she was in.
At this moment, she started to panic. Her heart beat loud and hard in her chest like it was trying to escape her rib cage. She spun her head around frantically, trying to see through the vast darkness. "Hello" she cried out in a raspy unused voice. She swallowed hard, feeling a lump forming in the back of her throat. She tried her best told hold back her tears. She sniffled and finally released a waterfall of warm salty droplets from the corners of her eyes. "Hello? Somebody please help me. I can’t move. Please" she begged, as her freezing body swung from her shaking and screaming.
He screams echoed in the mostly empty room deep within the warehouse. Those screams signaled to Vlad and the others she was awake. They were all dressed by now. They opened the door to the room in a loud ruckus. the heavy door made a terrible sound when it opened. Once it did the lights came on. The dark abyss that was her world lit up into terrifying color.
The room was still dark the light only shined on the center where she was. She saw the dirty walls and crimson decay of the room. Nothing was stored in her. he clothes where nowhere in sight. a cool air brushed up on her from the other room.
Veronica could see now the ground under her, seeing that she hung several feet in the air.
The Russians circled around her, one at each side of her. Another man was wheeling in a large Houdini tank, Wheeling it in the room while it splashed out water onto the floor. It was filled to the top, the water sloshing about as it made its way just a few inches from her nose.
Veronica squinted as the bright light surrounded her, making it difficult for her to see much. When her eyes finally adjusted, she watched as a group of men wheeled in a big clear box. The fear settled in the pit of her stomach as the tank of water splashed out onto the metal floor. She eyed the large grins on the sick men's faces as her own mouth dropped in shock. Tears began to fall from her eyes and up her forehead into her hair, from the position she was forced into. She wriggled in her straitjacket, trying to free herself with no avail. Veronica sobbed loudly, causing her breathing to be shallow and broken. "Please" she stuttered through sobs. "Please let me go. What are you going to do? Please" She begged. She wondered through all the chaos if the men even understood English. As if they could read her mind, they began talking to one another in perfect English, with thick Russian accents. "Who the fuck are you?" One of them asked her, grabbing her face in his large rough hands. Veronica glanced down at the water below her head; her heart was racing as were her thoughts. She had never been so scared in her entire life.
He squeezed her face in his hands. he let go by pushing her back. She rocked back and forth hanging upside down. Like a piñata.
They talked more among themselves in Russian again. only speaking in English when directed at her.
Then they looked back at her. Vlad who had asked the first question grabbed her to stop her rocking. he was looking up at her since she hung a few feet above him. the other Russians set up a latter next to the tank to check her feet ties.
Vlad asked a question and got no answer, only scared begging pleas. he had no patients for that.
She had her chance, before she could work up an answer, as she tried to control her sobbing to reply they activated her doom. in a controlled and steady pace, she was lowed into the water. In only seconds, she was plunged deep into the tank. Her shoulders hardly cleared the opening. She was lowered fully to the bottom. Veronica’s hair touching the bottom her head just barely.
She was under water; in a tank, so thin even if she was not tied up she could not maneuver enough to correct herself to being right side up. She was at the mercy of merciless men.
They had no care for her true pure fear; they dunked her quickly and were just getting started.
In a few seconds that must have felt like forever to veronica she was pulled back up in the air.
She felt herself being pulled up but it was not fast enough to escape the feeling of dread. They had no idea how she felt, how long she could hold her breath. She wondered if they knew how to pull her out in time.
When her full body was pulled out more water splashed out from the displacement.
"Who the fuck are you, who do you work for"
Veronica's petite body thrashed violently inside the glass case of water. She pounded her body against each side as she was submerged deeper and deeper into dark watery doom. She held her lungs full of air, trying everything in her power to keep the water out. In this small amount of time, Veronica had seen her entire young life flash before her eyes. Her face began to turn a deep shade of red as she continuously held her breath. Finally, the men hoisted her near lifeless body out of the water and back into midair. Veronica gasped and coughed loudly, spitting water out of her mouth. Her heartbeat was loud and seemed like it echoed off the metal walls of the warehouse. When she finally caught her breath, she looked at the men who were staring at her inquisitively. Veronica took a moment to consider what she should say to these men, she figured they had already searched her bag, meaning they must have some idea why she was there. "My name is Veronica" she said, speaking softly through her tears. "I'm nobody. Honestly. I didn't mean to cause any trouble. Please let me go. I can pay you. I'll keep quiet I promise" she said, begging these men while warm salted tears streamed upwards on her face.
As she struggled to catch her breath and recover from the near-death experience she was asked who she was. She could not answer at first and was left with no time before she was dunked again. This time not as far down and not as long, they knew what a body could take. Once she was back up in the air again she made her pleas franticly.

“We don’t need money we need answers, you had a camera you have notes you know us, you know a lot"
He signaled to man at the ropes to dunk her again hopping it would make her start talking
Veronica gasped for air each time they lifted her body from the dunk tank. They started to lower her ropes again, her hair hit the water and she yelled loudly. "Wait!" she screamed, looking over at the man hoisting her down like a sail on a ship. Veronica sniffled and sighed. "I was just trying to find my friends. I made some assumptions that they might be here. That's all. Innocent research" she said quietly, hoping her story was convincing enough for them to stop the dunking.
She had pure terror in her eyes. no one as scared as her could lie. They still could not just except her story. she knew too much to just be on her own.
"Innocent research' Vlad got close to her face.
'Who else knows where you are'. He started to spin her hanging body while he spoke.
"What did you expect to find here"
Veronica's pupils dilated as panic coursed through her veins, pumping into her heart making it beat louder than ever. She sniffled loudly and bit down on her lip as the man spun her in circles. "Please it was just innocent research. No one knows I'm here. I told you already. I was looking for my friends. Please" she begged, tears streaming in all directions of her beat red face. Veronica sobbed and pleaded with the men, fearing for her life. What little dignity she had left was quickly fading with each poke and prod they took at her, digging into her for information.
"I don't know anything about you people. I saw my friend meet with you" she said, looking Vlad in his dark hateful eyes.
"I didn't know who you were. I just wanted to see if you knew where she was" She said, crying loudly.
A hushing quiet over came the room. They looked at each other. Clearly not happy with her answers and not at all concerned with her fear. They wanted information not a sob story. Vlad motioned to dunk her once more. She was plunged back into the tank at a faster speed stopping short right before her head hit the bottom.
From inside the class tank she saw inverted faces indifferent to her suffering
They just stood around waiting. Not laughing or cheering. They just stood still.
Vlad kept an eye on his watch counting how long she was under.
After a longer time then the first dunk she was pulled back up as fast as she was dropped.
Before she could even find her scenes again he spoke.
"Do not fuck with us. You do not have to die like this, it can be better, die with dignity! Tell us the fucking truth!"
She was dunked again before she could say a word she was not even asked a question, then pulled back up.
"You have our names, our photos you know all about! What did you think you were going to stop us...? you? or were you looking to join the other girls in the boxes?"
Veronica shook with terror as she was raised from the icy water once again. She gasped for the air that rushed into her tender lungs. She spoke brokenly through long painful sobs.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I studied you guys to see why you would've taken my friends. I swear I was just looking for answers. I was aspiring to be a detective. It's honestly all harmless." she said quietly. Veronica felt broken and beyond scared as the men spun her and laughed at her expense.
"Useless little whore" one man said, cupping his hand and slapping her bare ass. Veronica yelped and cried harder. She didn't know what else to do but to let herself weep openly.
"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me" she said, looking into the eyes of the man standing directly in front of her.
All their faces were grim. Cold, as if they were not human. to have so little care for her life they must truly have been monsters. She sobbed in disbelief that she could have ended up like this, in the hands of such rough criminals. They clearly would not think twice before killing her. They were all eager to since the beginning.
"I still think she is lying I’m not believing her bullshit' Boris said wanting to pull her back into the tank.
Vlad stopped him and walked up to her looking up at her.
"so, you want us to just...let you go? how could we do that? you know so much, it’s safer if you die her" he said coldly like it was not even a life worth sparing.
"You really want us to believe you came here alone, knowing all you know about us, about me looking like the kind of girls we sell off, you think what? You just come here and not tell anyone. No, no little girl would just do that, if you did then this is simple if you are alone we can solve our problem, we can get rid of you and we can get back to work. Now tell me American who’s coming to save you"
He looked at Boris who was waiting for the signal to dunk her.
"Wait" Vlad said before handing Boris a knife.
"Cut the rope this time seal the tank. This is her last chance'
Veronica's body hung wet and lifeless from the ropes above her. On the outside looking in, someone would see a dark room with a blinding white light enveloping Veronica’s naked body dangling in mid air. The men gathered the heavy glass lid of this fluid filled tank, to frighten Veronica more than she already was. She listened as the furious Russian spoke to her in his aggressive tone.
"No please. Please don't kill me. I said I was sorry. I'll burn those papers. This will have never happened" she said, her voice shaking with every word she spoke. Veronica closed her eyes and pictures her father poking through her laptop and finding the information on the warehouse. She then envisions Logan rereading her texts repeatedly and worrying about her and where she was. She wondered if he would activate the GPS on her phone and try to find her. Her mind raced with the thoughts of her loved ones, her best friend Wallace and even Weevil. She opened her eyes to see Boris and Vlad walking around the tank in circles. They reminded Veronica of sharks, circling in on their pray and getting ready to go in for the kill. Vlad dipped his fingers into the tank of water and swirled them around. He took them out and flicked the water in Veronica's face.
The room spun around her as she hung there, ignoring the water spewing from Vlad's fingers. She could hear her heartbeat in her head, probably from hanging upside down for so long. She wanted to get down, even if it meant to be put in a crate.
“Good bye American whore” Vlad said as the rope was cut and Veronica fell into the tank. From above her the metal cap to the tank was placed over the lid. She was sealed in with the water. With nowhere to go and no way out. She franticly struggled in the tank once last time, until slowly she stopped move.
The Russians got to watch the life leave her body. The room was silent outside of the tank. They would not hear her drowning but they could see it like a show displayed thought the glass. The young teen died with an audience that thoroughly enjoyed the show.
Her body jerked one last time as her body desperately tried to get some air and to get the water out of her lungs. The bubbles from her mouth floated up the tank as Veronica left this world. She died with a look of terror that would forever be displayed on her face.
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