Waking Up Is Hard To Do

Posted on Mon Feb 2nd, 2015 @ 9:45pm by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Chaparral MD & Lieutenant Dylan Santiago

Mission: Reman Z
Location: Unkown
Timeline: Current slight back post (This is part one Torutred is part 2)t

Adult Content

Ethan wasn't sure what woke him or at least brought him to some semblance of consciousness. It might have been his head which felt as if it had been rammed by an out of control shuttlecraft, it might have been the loud cacophonous sound blaring in his ears, the bright light shinning in his face, or a combination of them all.

Whatever it was, he was no longer drifting in the comparatively benign and relaxed state he'd left the Hera on. He slowly opened his eyes and could make nothing out, the light was so bright. He knew there were others in the room, but he was unable to make them out. They were just shadows against the glare. His limbs were tied, or chained to a wall and he was missing his shirt. He didn't know where he was, but one thing he did know is that he was in some serious trouble.

He was almost positive that they, whoever they were, knew he was awake so he didn't try to conceal the fact. "Where am I?' he asked.

"You don't need to know that." a familiar voice said somewhere behind the bright lights, "Suffice to say you're somewhere where your friends won't find you."

'I have very resourceful friends," he countered. "One in particular will take great pleasure in killing you. So, since you won't tell me where, then tell me why? I'm a doctor, not a spy."

"You don't need to know that either but you have information that we need and like it or not you'll tell us." came the response, "So, with that in mind we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, it's your choice."

"My name is Lieutenant Ethan Chaparral, my Starfleet ID number is Delta Tango 3789 Ocean," the doctor responded.

"Hard way it is then." Ian sighed as he moved close to Ethan and brushed a hand over his cheek, "A shame because I really like that face of yours." he sighed dramatically.

"Yeah, sure you do, "Ethan spat out, anger still the dominant emotion within him at the moment,"Oh and you're a lousy kisser. Just so you know."

"You know, anger doesn't become you." Ian ran a finger down Ethan's neck and over his collarbone, his face close enough that the other man would feel is hot breath on his cheek as he whispered "Now why don't we get this show on the road?"

Ethan bit back any reply. Anger was still there, but there was something about Ian's demeanor; cold and calculating but at the same time almost relishing whatever was about to happen, that stirred a different emotion in Ethan. One he didn't want to acknowledge. Fear.

"I understand you've worked on some biological weaponry is that correct? Or at least a strain of bacteria that can be used as such?" Ian began, moving around Ethan like a lion circling his prey.

Ethan shook his head. "I already gave you everything I'm going to give you, you know the name rank and ID number. You're not getting anything else." There was no way he was going to tell them how much he knew. It was too much of a risk, the weapons he researched that he fought to combat could destroy planets even galaxies.

"Oh I think you're wrong about that." Ian purred as he moved over to a trolley on the side of the room, "Have you ever heard of Lingchi?" he asked softly, "It was employed with much success in Imperial China...perhaps you know it as 'Death by a thousand cuts'?"

"I've heard of it, " Ethan admitted, trying to keep his voice calm, his eyes wandering to the trolley even though he knew that was what Ian wanted him to do. That much he knew. He had passed the mandated Academy course on resisting interrogation, but just barely. He never thought he would need it. Though with the stories his mother told him, he really should have paid more attention."

"It really is quite a masterful art." Ian replied as he picked up a rather ornate blade and turned it over in his hand, "The trick is to slowly mutilate the body whilst limiting the blood loss to an extent where the victim stays conscious for as long as possible." he moved over to Ethan and ran the blunt end of the cold, hard blade down his cheek as he whispered "Last chance to give up what you know. You really are going to be begging me for your life before long you know and wonder why you didn't save yourself all this bother."

Ethan wasn't a particularly religious man and he figured it was a little late at this point. He didn't think a deity, if any existed, would appreciate a devotion based on his own rather selfish desire. Any anger that was left in him was completely overtaken by a fear as cold as the blade that traced its way down his face.

"You know I can't say anything." he responded.

"There's no such thing as can't." Ian replied, using the knife to slice off the rest of Ethan's clothes. He carefully set the knife back down and picked up two strips of the recently discarded material. "The rest of the ship won't thank me if I make too much noise...so you just indicate to me when you want to talk okay?" he asked before grabbing Ethan's face and forcing open his jaw, stuffing one of the rags inside before securing it tightly with a gag. "Muffles the screams." he grinned wickedly at his captive before picking up the knife and tapping it against his hand as he contemplated where to start. "Now I'm guessing that there will be nothing more appalling to that pretty boy lover of yours when they find your corpse to see that you've been someone else's property don't you think?" he moved forwards and made the first deep incision into Ethan's chest.

Ethan had been expecting the pain to start since he woke up and found himself in this predicament. But nothing could prepare him for the actual event itself. He tried to stifle the scream, he'd told himself he was going to remain stoic and silent. But reality set in and he screamed out in pain and tear formed in the corner of his eyes. And he continued to scream until he became hoarse.

Slice after slice he ignored the agonising sounds of his victim as he carved the words 'Property of Ian' into his living canvas until he was finally done and he stepped back to admire his handiwork. "So...does my property wish to talk now? Or shall I continue?" he paused to remove the gag.


Ethan wanted the pain to stop, even if it meant that he died. He was almost to the point of begging for Ian to end it just as his tormentor had prophesied. He was so tempted to give in, but he just couldn't do it. One life against billions. He couldn't justify it.

As the gag was removed in a trembling voice he said, "Just kill me...get it over with... because I can' t... tell you anything... I..won't. But Dylan... Dylan is going to kill you."

"Dylan would have to find us first now wouldn't he?" Ian sneered, "Now shall we continue?" he picked up the gag and eyed Ethan, pondering on what to do next.

Ethan closed hie eyes, willing Dylan or his mother to show up, not so much to comfort him, though there was a degree of that, but to kill Ian. To stop him from continuing. But he knew that wasn't going to happen. So he steeled himself for whatever was about to happen next.

Then he opened his eyes and looked a Ian again, "Fuck you!" he declared with all the defiance he could muster.

"Sorry sweetheart, you missed your chance on that one." Ian petted Ethan on the cheek before stuffing the gag back in his mouth and securing it tightly. Beginning to circle again, he tapped a finger against his chin and muttered to himself, "So cuts don't work...what else? What else?" a few more paces and then he turned as if having a eureka moment and said "What about broken bones? I hear they're quite painful." and with that he grabbed Ethan's hand, and pulled one finger back until with a sickening crack it broke.

"SHIT!" he called out, though of course the gag prevented the word from coming out, at least in anything that might be decipherable.

It was a different kind of pain, sharper, more intense in some ways. The cuts were an indwelling fire, the breaking of his bones like a mini volcano. He managed, with the exception of some initial tears not to cry, but the culmination of everything hitting him at once caused him to began crying. He simply could not stop himself, even knowing it showed weakness on his part.

"Awwww does poor little Ethan want his mommy?" Ian chuckled, clearly loving every second of what he was doing as he added "Well too bad, she ain't coming!" And with that another finger snapped.

Another lance of pain shot from his hand to his brain and he gritted his teeth to keep from crying further or calling out. ~My mother would take you a part~ he thought to himself.

It would have been easy for him to surrender, just tell them what they wanted to know, part of his brain rationalized. Even with what he knew they'd still have to process it. He even thought of giving them false information or leaving something out. but he knew that wouldn't work.

He was on the verge of breaking, he knew that. It could have gone either way. But as he thought about Ian's words the scales were tipped in a direction the torturer couldn't have imagined. It was the reference to his mother.

He'd always been his father's son. His personality, his profession, his caring nature. His mother had been the one with the iron will, the one who would never surrender, the vengeful one.

He was just as much a part of her as he was of his father and he drew on that side of himself.

The pain of course did not diminish, but his resolve to endure hardened.

"Are you having fun yet?" Ian grinned manically at his victim, "Because I know I am." he laughed as with another sickening snap finger number three was fractured in three places, "And to think, we're only just getting started."

To be continued

A joint-post by

Lt. Ethan Chaparral MD
ACMO

&

Ian Falconi
Pirate