Kapitel 38: The "interrogation" (Part 1)
"W... wh...
Where I'm..."
Those were the first words that came out of the dry mouth of Captain John The Leech when he woke up after falling into a trap of a primary school kid
And the first thing he saw when he woke up was a dark black wooden ceiling that most certainly didn't belong in his secret lair, which meant that he had been transferred to another place after passing out due to the poison.
'Fucking shit…'
A truly worrisome situation, however, what disturbed and scared him the most was...
'I'm not able to move.
And I don't feel anything from the neck down...'
Not only was he unable to move a single muscle, he literally didn't feel anything, as if he had become a single head... and he wasn't even able to move his head to even poorly investigate if his body was still there
Apart from that strange total paralysis, the only thing he could determine was that his head was tied tightly by the neck and forehead to what he thought was a wooden board, from which he couldn't move in the slightest.
'This isn't good...'
He had woken up in an unknown place, lying on a wooden table or bed after being defeated and with his entire body completely paralyzed
None of this boded well for him...and as soon as he heard a certain voice... he knew that everything could only get worse...
"Oh… you woke up earlier than expected…
Initially the effects of [Sleeping Beauty Mark 10] should wear off on a man of your build and immune system in about 48 hours, but you woke up in 26 hours
What's it due to?
It's due to that mysterious force called [Will] that some strong people are able to manifest in this world, either consciously or unconsciously to distort physical laws to their convenience
Or is it simply because when the human body reaches a certain point of strength it acquires some kind of resistance to poisons, especially the less powerful ones...
I wish I had better equipment to find a convincing answer
It's a shame..."
First in his ears and later in his limited field of vision that only allowed him to look in one direction, the monstrous child who had left him in this state appeared before him, looking at him from a position of superiority and with a devilish face that didn't mask in the least his dark intentions towards him
Dark intentions John understood perfectly, after all that expression was very similar to the one he and his men made when they tortured and killed the defenseless weaklings in each village they razed.
"Are you going to torture me, kill me, and then hand me over to the marines to collect the bounty?" John asked calmly and almost sarcastically, trying to maintain his composure and rebellious attitude despite being in such a screwed up situation.
"NO! What the hell are you saying?!
I'm just going to explain to you why everything you've done is wrong for a few hours until you've been reformed to be a functional citizen… and after that, if you promise me you'll be a good boy I'll let you go...
…
…
OF COURSE I'M GOING TO TORTURE YOU, KILL YOU AND THEN GET PAID FOR IT!
Did you expect anything different after all you've done?" Fred said with extreme sarcasm while keeping a safe distance to prevent John from trying to spit in his face as a last resort to vent his anger.
However, it seemed that John was more interested in playing the tough guy to show that he had some degree of control over the situation… or perhaps guide the thoughts of the boy in front of him in a direction that interested him "Maybe… that you hand me over alive and without torture to the Navy so they can administer justice.
You know, like a good kid would…"
"One of those good kids you let live after kidnapping, torturing, and killing their families in front of them?
By the way, why do you do that exactly? Is it due to some childhood trauma that you want to pass on to the other children in the world?" Fred asked as he momentarily disappeared from John's field of vision.
A somewhat unexpected question for John, but one that made him remember his past and even reflect on it in some way... memories and reflections that John wanted to share with Fred "Okay...
The truth is that when I was eight years old I…"
POOMM!!!
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR FUCKING TRAGICT PAST AND YOUR SHITTY UNNECESSARY FLASHBACKS!
Nothing justifies what you have done, son of a great bitch!" Fred yelled after interrupting John's flashback with a strong punch to the nose, who despite using all his strength couldn't break completely.
'YOU ASKED!' John mentally protested as he realized something strange…
That blow should have hurt, however, he didn't feel anything at all in the same way that he didn't feel his body at all. Something that helped him better understand certain aspects of his current state 'It must be the effect of another of his poisons or drugs to keep me totally still'
And as John continued to try to put the puzzle pieces together, Fred continued with his speak, re-entering John's field of vision. "Don't get me wrong...
The reason why I haven't covered your mouth isn't for you to tell me about your life...
It's to hear your cries of despair..."
"And what are you going to do to me?
Hit me over and over again with your bare hands until I'm dead?
As a professional in the field I recommend this method
It's the best to vent your anger, in fact... it's what we planned to do with you when we caught you" John said without losing an iota of his bravado attitude and air of superiority typical of a violent and authoritarian adult that was dealing with a kid… while trying to guide Fred's next actions with his taunts
At that point John knew perfectly well that he was going to be tortured by Fred, however, he didn't know how that demonic child would slowly and painfully try to end his life.
With the little information he had gathered, he knew that this dwarf was an expert with poisons and other dangerous substances, as well as in the use of swords and knives... elements that, if used correctly, could lengthen his agony for a long time and making it especially painful...
That's why John took the initiative to propose a method to torture him from the start. A method that would also be extremely painful and possibly slower than the ones Fred had in mind, but that could at least give him a chance to feel less pain and even survive and exact revenge.
He hadn't been able to feel the pain with that punch... something he wasn't going to tell him in case he wasn't aware… however, he knew that Fred's sheer physical strength wasn't great enough to cause him much damage if he attacked him with his bare hands due to his age
If Fred followed his suggestion, he could extend his life and avoid severe injuries better than with any other method...
In that time, many things could happen, such as his body creating resistance to the poisons that Fred had used on him in order to slowly regain mobility.
Fred would also get tired after hitting him over and over again and that would force him to take periodic breaks, probably outside the torture room and thus have some leeway to act when he's not around.
And of course, by attacking him directly in melee, John might have the opportunity to counterattack when Fred least expects it, reversing the situation, allowing him to kill his captor and escape.
That was the ulterior motive behind John's proposal... a proposal that... Fred began to take into consideration
"Are you okay...
That's the best way to vent all the anger and hatred I have towards you" Fred said, slightly changing his tone of voice from the calm one to a more agitated one, as if the rational part of him began to be supplanted by his more emotional part.
Emotions that began to manifest more strongly as he disappeared from John's field of vision, but not moving away from him, just moving around him… something that John could perceive by the proximity of his voice and by the creak of the wood on the floor every time he took a step
"Hahaha...
Yes... it would certainly be for the best...
There're hundreds of tortures that would surely cause you more pain, fear and suffering, but...
Nothing would beat the feeling of slowly... and painfully... extinguishing the life of your body with my own body...
Body against body, life against life, soul against soul...
A catharsis that can't be felt from something so cold and impersonal like a blade, gun or poison…"
Until those negative emotions erupted violently like a volcano, causing Fred to jump on top of him and yell right into his face, disregarding his anti-spitting safety protocol, while strangling him with both hands.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA!
YES!
...
Nothing would be more rewarding and liberating than... than unleashing all my animal instincts and...
RIP OFF ALL THE SKIN ON YOUR BODY MY NAILS!
TEAR ALL YOUR MUSCLES AND TENDONS WITH MY TEETH!
BREAK THE 206 BONES THAT MAKE UP YOUR BODY WITH MY FISTS!
CRUSH ALL YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS WITH MY FEET!
AND IN THE PROCESS I BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD UNTIL THIS UNSTATIABLE AND ENDLESS FIRE WHICH BURNS INSIDE ME IS EXTINGUISHED!!"
While screaming inches from John's face, Fred's face underwent a violent metamorphosis from the face of an angry human to that of a sadistic demon, to finally mutate into a terrifying bloodthirsty demonic beast.
All of his skin had turned red, the veins on his body, but especially those on his head had become extremely protruding and were beating at the same rate as his overloaded heart... and his red eyes, which were staring into the eyes of John, which were almost blank due to lack of air, looked like windows to hell itself in which John saw himself reflected and practically sunk
'He's lost his mind! His head has gone completely 'John thought with increasing difficulty due to the little oxygen reaching his brain as he realized that he had made some miscalculation in provoking Fred like that
He had underestimated him, he would really kill him without giving him any chance to put his plan into effect and thus escape... and at the same time he had also overestimated him. At this rate he would kill him without torturing him, without causing him all the pain and suffering he expected to feel
'Shit! Shiiiihhh...'
John never imagined that the anger bloodlust that a child as cold and calculating as Fred repressed inside were so enormous and could explode with such violence to the point of making him completely lose his reason. As if he were a volcano that, unable to find an easy exit through which to expel its lava in a controlled manner, instead exploded generating uncontrollable and catastrophic destruction in all directions.
A destroyer that in these moments would only claim a single life
'I'm dying...' John thought as he felt like he was losing consciousness again.
He was really running out of oxygen, in a few seconds he would die if that strangulation continued
"But... that would be a great waste..."
Fred suddenly calmed down, going from 999 out of 100 to 0 in a single instant, something that was so reflected in his voice, facial expression, and demeanor. Letting go of John's neck and moving away from his face covered in saliva which Fred involuntarily threw when he was screaming like a mad dog
And as John caught his breath and Fred moved away from him to a distant table, out of the pirate captain's visual range, Fred calmly began his monologue again "Yes... killing you in this way, maybe would be able to satisfy that momentary and visceral need for which every cell in my body cry out...
However, what differentiates civilized people from animals and other beasts like you is that we're able to suppress such impulses...
We're aware that we have to live with a certain sobriety, renouncing to satiate certain... immediate, fickle and banal pleasures... in order to enjoy others... longer-term, but more lasting and valuable pleasures..."
"This applies to all facets of our lives…
It would be easier and more pleasant to lie on the sofa, touching my balls and playing with the children every day... however, I give up all that comfort and fun to train and study like crazy, so that one day I can defeat monsters like you or even worse ones...
I also don't attack all the people I don't like or who do something I don't like... nor do I steal the things I like from other people, although that would be comforting and easy if everyone around me is weaker or are they less organized. If I did that I would discourage people from producing things that I like and from interacting with me to, among other things, to exchange things that we produce… and that in the long run could worsen my quality of life
I would also love to spend all the money I earn on sweets, entertainment and merchandising that are pretty but of little practical use... instead I save and invest it to be able to use that money in the future for something of more value or even generate more money thanks to that money well invested
And of course it also applies here and now..." Fred said as he worked on something, something that made strange metallic and liquid sounds that John couldn't guess the origin of, but which began to scare the infamous pirate captain.
A fear that did nothing but increase with each word that came out of Fred's mouth, words and reflections that sounded alien to a child like him...
'What the hell is he doing?'
After seeing his state of mind and way of doing things, everything seemed to indicate that Fred had something in mind from the beginning, something worse than anything John had imagined.
"I would love to turn you into mincemeat with my bare hands like I said before…really…but…
If I did, I wouldn't make you suffer enough and I'd miss out on a great opportunity to have a human guinea pig...especially one this strong...on which to test my poisons and many other things I'm currently experiencing or was wanting to experiment"
And as he finished whatever he was doing at the table he slowly approached his guest once more.
"So far I have only been able to experiment on animals…
You know, I'm not bad or crazy enough to kidnap some of the good people of this village and subject them to completely inhumane experiments where death is the only way out
And even if there were some scum like you around here my good and gentle father would surely be totally against me doing something like that...
But...
SURPRISE!
You killed my father and with that your only life insurance" Said Fred, re-entering John's field of vision with an extremely serene face… but more terrifying than before… as he stroked John's hair as if he were an animal...
An animal that he would shortly sacrifice for his own benefit...
"Fu… ck..." John sighed, from whom all traces of bravado and confidence had disappeared, only fear was visible on his now pale face where the only blood that circulated seemed to have frozen.
"W... wh...
Where I'm..."
Until the sound of another familiar voice made that blood warmer again, even if it was just for a degree Celsius...
"Smith!?"
"Captain!?"
To the surprise of both, the senior officers of the Leech pirates were in the same room, very close to each other and apparently both were also in the same situation, something they wanted to make sure of as soon as possible.
However, Fred didn't give them time to interact. His falsely cheerful voice cut off their conversation completely before it could begin "Oh excellent...
You also woke up earlier than expected, great...
If it had taken a little longer I would have injected you with the antidote, but I'm glad I didn't have to waste it...
Now we can finally start having fun."
And as Fred finished that sentence, he pulled the lever...
CLANK!
Which would start the horror...
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