Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Category: gen

Rating: PG

Word Count: 133

 

 

Illya was so numb from maintaining his awkward position, he half-believed he’d never feel the strop when it finally descended.

The first stroke informed him otherwise; the shout torn from him was more from surprise than pain.

Mother Fear was an expert with a razor strop. She knew just how to lay it across shivering skin for maximum pain without leaving a mark. Useful when disciplining a young boy whose parents might sue for brutality — but not necessary when interrogating a reticent UNCLE agent.

“You’re going to tell Mother everything now, aren’t you, dear?” The strop cracked across his skin again. She gave her wrist a twist and raised a red weal from his right shoulder to his ribs. “Oh, that’s a lovely one,” she purred. “I’m afraid that one’s going to hurt.”