Torture pt 2

Posted on Mon Feb 2nd, 2015 @ 12:34am by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Chaparral MD & Lieutenant Dylan Santiago

Mission: Reman Z
Location: Pirate Ship Cargo Hold
Timeline: Current

Mature Content

After breaking every single one of his fingers and toes, Ian had left Ethan alone in pitch black darkness for several hours to let him stew about what had happened to him as well as endure the pain of his untreated injuries.

After taking a meal and enjoying the pleasures of his personal cabin boy, he returned refreshed and eager to continue. Though this time he was not alone as he entered the chamber and the single bright light was turned on once more, illuminating the sorry excuse for a doctor strung up and naked against the wall.

Ethan had wanted to fall asleep, had fought to do so, but no matter how much he tried he just couldn't do it. He was in deep agony, beyond anything he had ever endured, or thought he would ever endure. He knew that Hell was a reality, because he was experiencing it.

There were scores of individual points of pain, but they all seemed to flow together into a raging river of fire.

His body sagged against the chains, he was incapable of supporting himself. His mind played out again and again, the breaking of each bone. This was no reprieve and he knew it. Reliving the events was almost as bad as going through them the first time. Perhaps worse.

Then the light came on and he knew a new round of unspeakable atrocities were about to be forced on him.

"So Ethan...are you ready to tell us all about the bioweapon yet?" Ian asked cheerily as he walked up to the doctor and flicked one of his broken fingers spitefully. Behind him, the other man who had joined him seemed to be setting up some sort of glass container in the centre of the room.

His eyes watered anew as Ian snapped his finger. "I, I ca can't do that. You'd use it, uh you'd use it .. or sale..sell it I won't give it up. You can't make me. No matter what you do, so ple please jus end it. Please."

"Now where would be the fun in that?" Ian replied with a shake of his head. He turned to the man behind him and said "This is Doctor Prentiss...he's going to help me with this next part because, well, I just don't have the medical skills for it." Ian grinned and stepped back, "But rest assured I'm really gonna enjoy watching it."

Prentiss moved over to Ethan, carrying a hypospray which he roughly pressed to his neck and muttered "Muscle relaxant."

"You see, for this next part it's important you don't move." Ian explained as the drug began to paralyse Ethan.

Next the doctor unshackled his 'patient's' right arm which flopped helplessly to his side as he pulled over a trolley laden with surgical instruments.

Ethan thought he'd seen everything, been through everything that Ian had to offer, but his eyes grew wide as he watched the preparation. Then as his arm went numb and he eyed the instruments on the tray, he put two and two together in his head and his bladder released.

"I've heard that being a doctor can be really quite difficult when you haven't got your dominant arm anymore." Ian pulled up a chair and took a seat as the doctor picked up a laser scalpel and began to cut around the circumference of Ethan's arm.

"Oh my God, stop please. I... I'll do anything. Anything you want me to, except talk. I.. I.. ca... can't do th...that, but, but anything else. Please I'm begging you to stop."

"Sorry Ethan but the only thing that ends this is you singing like a canary." Ian replied before nodding to the doctor to continue.

The surgeon worked quickly, dividing muscle and tendon, clamping off major arteries and veins until there was just bone to go. He picked up an old fashioned surgical saw and grinned as he said "I hear the sound of this stays with the victim for his entire life." He lowered the saw to the exposed bone and drew it across, the rough scraping sound echoing around the large barren room.

Ethan knew what it would take to stop this. All he had to do was talk. Give them what they want. It wouldn't be his fault what they did with the information. He'd be dead, he had no illusions that they would keep him alive once he broke, once he was no longer useful.

Even thinking like his mother wasn't helping him. The sound of the saw slicing through his bone and sinew echoed in his mind. What if he only gave them partial information? What if he gave them false information. But he'd already rejected both of those ideas as untenable. If he started talking he knew he wouldn't be able to stop. Not at this point. If he tried giving them false information, well they had a doctor, they'd see through that.

"O Okay I'll..." he stopped himself. What was that Vulcan saying,'the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one?' "No, I can't. I won't."

A loud snapping sound heralded the severance of Ethan's limb as the doctor, by now covered in his victim's blood, carried the arm over to the glass container, complete with mangled fingers and gently placed it inside then sealed the lid. Tapping a few buttons on the control panel fixed to the side, the unit buzzed to life and the arm was suspended in the middle, still dripping blood from the gory procedure.

"What's it like seeing a part of you separated from your body?" Ian asked as he stood and moved over to Ethan, grabbing his head and turning it to face the stump, "Or to see a grizzly stump where it used to be hmmm?" he let go and moved away. "So what's it to be? Give us the information and the doctor here will reattach your arm. It's in stasis so it's perfectly preserved...if you refuse, you can watch me burn it to a crisp so it can never be reattached and then you can watch whilst we repeat the process on the rest of your limbs." he grinned wickedly, "I doubt if life is much fun if you're just a torso and a head."


Ethan was close to the breaking point, unsure of just how much he could endure. He knew that Ian would do exactly what he said he was going to do and that if if he didn't say anything he would be forced to watch as his arm was utterly destroyed and the rest of his limbs followed.

His resolve was slipping away. There was just so much a person could take. There was a point where philosophies and principles took a back seat to survival. A point at which instinct overcame and overwhelmed morality and values.

His tears were flowing freely now and he really didn't give a damn.

"How do I know you'll really reattach my arm?" he heard himself saying.

You don't." Ian laughed, "You'll just have to take a leap of faith won't you?" He picked up a blow torch and lit it as he asked "So what will it be? Talk or barbecue time?"

~Talk you idiot just tell them what they want to know. Just give in, no one is coming. Not Dylan, not your mom, you're on your own.~ His eyes cut between Ian holding the torch and his arm in the case. "You win, just don't burn my arm. Just make the pain stop." That was what he intended to say. But he closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see and the words that came out were, "I can't talk. I just can't." Perhaps he was thinking of all the people who would suffer a fate worse than what he was experiencing if he did talk, or perhaps he was stronger than he thought himself to be. But in any event the words were out.

"Ooooo wrong answer!" Ian crowed as he moved over to the stasis unit and slowly, deliberately lowered the flame towards the case.

Ethan's eyes opened despite himself and he watched helplessly knowing what was about to happen and that it would be irreversible. Yet again he teetered on the edge of surrender.
He began to tremble and sweat rolled down his face. He looked to the doctor for sympathy, but found none.

Ian was really going to do it. Really going to destroy his arm all for the sake of lining his own pockets, though Ethan knew that was not the only reason. The fact was, Ian was enjoying the torment.

Then, just he promised, Ian lifted the arm out of the container and with an almost maniacal laugh turned the flame of the torch up to its highest setting and set against the doctor's unattached arm.

That single act, the culmination of everything that had happened to him up unto this point, set Ethan over the edge and he let out another agonizing scream.

TBC

A joint post by

Lt. Ethan Chaparral
ACMO
USS Hera

Ian
Pirate Imposter