Dear Jane - First they pulled out my teeth
29 Jan 2021Dwengo
Its dark now. It's always dark. The light only comes on when the inquisitors comes in to question me, so I have grown to fear the light.I don't know how many weeks or months have passed since I lost my task force.
Imperial Intelligence don't bother trying to prepare you for torture. There's no way to prepare the mind for the horrors that will befall it. Instead, they teach you to confess lies, lies and more lies.
So that when you break. -and you will break- fact cannot be discerned from fiction.
My face is swollen. So swollen I cannot see. This is the process they have fallen into. Torture me, let me heal, run fear tactics on me, ask me questions, prevent me from sleeping, torture me, rinse and repeat.
My arms chained above my head, I am in the centre of a room, rank with sweat, blood and tears. A surgeons trolley is tucked neatly in the corner, my teeth, some fingers, toes and some flesh lay piled on it.
There was a hiss as the cell door opened up. I could hear footsteps making their way into my cell. "My dear friend, it seems you must have some contacts in the Duval family".
I tilted my head so my ear could better pick up the sound. A sharp kick to the face followed.
"Remember." A man said, his voice slow and thick. "No retorts when the master is talking". Loki sneered, "Yes, or I'll have to cut that ear off too.... And burst the ear drum with high pressure water of course". I shuddered.
"....Now, where was I. yes, you being held captive is making political waves. We can't kill you, it seems, but we can't let you go like this either."
"I won't tell them anything you've done to me". Another heavy punch to the gut.
"No. Retorts."
"Oh I know I know". Loki patted my head oblivious to his lackey punching me hard in the gut. "It would look bad... Politically, if you came out of captivity in your current state."
There was a moments silence as Loki thought to himself. I braced for another hit, unable to see anything.
I flinched as he suddenly said the words "Yes. We will have to mask your injuries with more plausible injuries.".
Was this just a ploy to get my hopes up?
I sobbed silently
"Shhhh I know, you've told me everything and anything". Loki patted me again on the head. "But now we are coming to the end game. I'm going to have to start removing more then just a few fingers and toes. Tell me, do you like your eyesight?"
I nodded
"Iron" He looked over at his lackey. "What do you suggest we do to squeeze more information out of him?"
Rather then move just his head, Iron moved his whole body to look at Loki. "I suggest flaying him sir" he said slowly with a huff. "and then we can bathe him for a few days in a light acid solution to mask our.... interrogation techniques".
"I like it" Loki grinned.
"Please. What more do you want to know? Anything! I'll tell you anything"
Loki ignore me. "Iron, bring me my flaying tools" he said as he rolled up his sleeves. "We only ask questions after a session. You know this".
I sobbed, snot drooled down my face and on to the cold floor.
The door hissed as Iron left the room to fetch his tools.
"Just think" Loki said. "This will all be over in a few months".