Denshier part 2

I felt someone checking my pulse. I groaned and rolled over on my side, opening my eyes slightly. I was laying on the floor of a dark room and a person was bending over me. I stayed completely still, pretending to be asleep. The man removed his hand from my neck and began bathing the side of my head with a wet cloth. I heard him call to another man standing at the door to the dark room, though he was speaking a strange to me.
"Dico dux, est elevare. De vulnus est sanando."
The man at the door nodded then left, holding a gun in his hand. The first man looked at me again.
"Do not move if you wish to live." his ascent was to refined to tell what language he spoke normally. I didn't answer him. Looking down, I saw my leg in a bandage. I moved it around a little, testing it. I winced with the pain.
"I said don't move!" the man snapped, shoving a dagger under my chin. "Do you understand?"
I nodded slightly as the dagger cut into my neck. He removed it and sat there, glaring at me. I looked around with my eyes, noticing the window in the far right wall and the door on the left wall. The only escapes. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had failed Ben. These people... Who ever they were had caught me and I couldn't get to the C.O.D... Not like this. I let a tear roll down my cheek. I had failed my people and now they were going to pay for it. The man watched me intently, his dark eyes watching my every move.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"No."
"Does your leg feel okay?"
I didn't look at him. If he was looking for a conversation, I was the last person to go to.
"Its fine." I lied.
It did hurt, though I'm not sure how it was injured. Maybe it was just burned.I hoped it wasn't broken but that was very likely.
"You will be wise to answer all the Commanders questions, Miss Westen."
I glanced at him. 
"You probably know more then I do." 
"We will see."
The way he was talking reminded me of someone who was reading from a script. He probably had been given a list of questions to butter me up for who ever was going to question me next.
I heard outside the door two voices talking in low murmurs in that same language that the guard had used earlier.
"In captiva loquar... Aut mori." said a low, dangerous voice.
"Inspeximus ejus Dux. Putant non est." another said doubtfully.
"Est!" the low voice cut in."De Hadra ... est."
"Sed unde scis?"
"Aperire ostium."
The door opened and two men dressed in black came in. I sat up slightly, my pulse quickening as they walked towards me. My guard stood and saluted the taller and younger of the two.
"Commander,"
The Commander nodded to him then looked down at me with his piercing black eyes. His hair was brushed back from his face and strapped to his belt was two twin pistols. He was fingering one of the triggers as he looked at me.
"What is your name?"
I looked at the ground, wondering what to say. I finally decided to answer truthfully.
"Beth Westen."
He shot a glance at one of the other men then knelt down next to me.
"Where did Ben tell you to go?"
I tried to cross my legs and look bored, but my injured leg wouldn't move. I sighed and glanced at the Commander.
"I don't remember." 
He leaned forward in my space, pulling out one of his guns.
"Really?"
I suddenly remembered that the paper with directions to Denshier was in my pocket. I slowed my breathing and sat up slightly, leaning against the wall.
"Do you want to see Ben?" the way he said that made me feel sick. They had done something to him, I was sure.
"I'm not sure you do. We tortured him with are newest tools, and you would not recognize him if you saw him now."
I moved back from his face, my eyes wide with horror.
"He is being tortured as we speak. With a word you could stop it, Beth."
He leaned closer to me, shoving his gun in my face.
"I don't know! Even if I did, I would be the last person to talk to..." I trailed off as I felt his breath against my lips.
He looked down at them then back at into eyes.
"Are Cunaind and Lili Westen not your parents?"
"They are, but they never told me anything about what was going on." I rambled out as I watched his eyes roving over me. "They didn't think I could handle it."
"No..." the Commander said, pulling a lock of hair out of my face. "You're to young to handle that information, to immature."
I tried to scoot away from him but my leg wouldn't let me.
"I don't know what you want to know..." I kept lying.
He stared at me for another minute then sat back, barking out orders to the guard.
"Hadra, adducam medicum ad tag Beth."
The guard saluted again then walked to the door. The Commander followed him, leaving one man to guard me. I shivered, rapping my arms around myself. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, falling into dream.