The solitary cell floor was cold and bare. Uncomfortable, but at least it didn't hurt. Much better than the interrogation sessions. They'd beat and cut her, some times bringing out the electroshock machine, always asking the same things.

"What is your name? Who sent you? Are you affiliated with such and such organization? How were the targets chosen?"

Rosa is all she'd say, her callsign. She had no real name, in the end. The idiots just didn't get it - She wasn't taught to answer, wasn't built to know more than the bare essentials - Yet the torture continued.

She was indifferent at first, but then grew to hate that place. The featureless concrete walls, the lack of privacy, the abhorrent human scum locked in the other cells... And worst of all, the Gaoler. From the first day, she'd despised his leers, his mannerisms, the way his eyes moved about her.
He'd... Tried things, once or twice, in the night, but whenever he came close she'd scream and flail and bite at him. He quickly learned to only look from behind the safety of the iron bars.

She heard footsteps. Guards, talking. Instead of the usual relaxed banter, however, there was an edge to their voices.

"You sure about this? I mean, this is a gulag and all, but-" "The order was given. They're all murderers or worse, they don't deserve your pity. Plus, if we leave them here after we're gone...
They'd just come back worse. Now come on, open the cell."

The screeching of a cell door opening, a half-asleep groan, a gunshot. Then silence. The ritual repeated itself on and on, until the groans were replaced by screams, pleading, cursing...

But they didn't come for her. Even after the commotion had died down, they didn't. Until the cell door opened. The Gaoler was there, SMG in hand.

Gaoler: "Finally. I'm going to enjoy seeing you bleed out, ♥♥♥♥♥. Any last words?"

Rosa: "Don't do it. Take me with you."

Gaoler: "...And why the hell would I do that? You've been nothing but trouble. What could you possibly offer in return?"

She offered him what she had. Was it blood, bones? Or perhaps small buds or petals?

He took Rosa's gift.