Disclaimer: I don't own 24.

A/N: Apparently I'm on a poetry kick at the moment.

A/N2: This is set in Season 3 when Tony's interrogating Nina. Her POV, but third person.

A/N3: This was inspired by skycloud86. He writes about Nina a lot, so I gave it a go.

Her Game

She sits across from a man,

Who used to love her,

She hears the poison,

That laces his voice,

She can't help but think of,

The way things once were,

She doesn't care,

She made her choice,

Her lazy replies,

To his bitter jokes,

They try their best,

To hide the pain,

A waste of energy,

To keep up the hoax,

Both trying to feel,

The indifference they feign,

She takes a twisted pride,

In the man he's become,

But he's playing,

A game he can't win,

She takes the chance,

To have her fun,

The nightmare is,

About to begin,

He can't comprehend,

How she handles the pain,

He'll never understand,

How people like her work,

She knows he can't see,

What she stands to gain,

She sees it annoys him,

When she manages to smirk,

She looked down on him before,

Now he's too strong,

In her agony she hates him,

It's the first time she does,

It's taken a while,

She could have all along,

She loathes him but,

He's harmless because,

She can still group him,

With the rest of the fools,

As long as he plays,

Along with her game,

As long as he follows,

Each of her rules,

All but one person does,

And he's just the same,

The torture's too much,

It's time for her to try,

She throws herself back,

And hopes for the best,

She's not sure whether,

She wants to die,

This way she'll escape,

Or she'll finally rest.

I re-wrote this about ten times, so I hope it's OK, but I want to know what you think.