Capítulo 27: WHAT IS THE GENEVA CONVENTION? Part 2
After 15 minutes being held in the cold-water pit, the cadets are then brought back out to the surface.
The lead masked men then grabbed Vera out of the group, dragging her away after throwing a bag over her head.
"VERA!" the rest of the cadets screamed, trying to stop Vera from being pulled away from them. They all know too well what is going to happen when a cadet in SERE training is isolated from the rest.
It's relatively harder to break them in interrogation and torture if they are in a group, as they can encourage each other on. Alone, however, is the real challenge, when the hopelessness of SERE training is really fleshed out.
"PISS OFF!" roared a masked woman, she and several other masked men dashed up and beat the remaining cadets back, and another masked man fired warning shots into the air, prompting the cadet to fall back.
Vera is then dragged into a room; her bag is then yanked off. She stared into the eyes of the masked men, firm and determined.
"One more chance, speak when you can, orc," said a masked man, using a racist term towards those that are part of the Slavic culture circle.
This prompted Vera to swear at her in Russian.
Angered, she asked the other masked men to grab tasers and tased Vera mercilessly, of course, doing it in moderation to ensure that Vera is not at risk of severe physical harm.
Vera's screams of pain soon spread outside of the room, clearly audible to the cadets who are now all handcuffed to pillars.
"YOU BAST*RDS!" yelled Albert, "what fun is there in beating up women?" You ball-less freaks! Let me go, and I will—"
Before he can finish his rant, fire balls and ice daggers thrown by the masked men danger close to him prompted him to shut up.
"Want to suffer? Need not rush! There're lots of chances!" laughed a masked man sadistically.
Back in the room, the masked men gave Vera a silencing face hold, careful to ensure that he does not cover her nose.
"NOW ORC, IT APPEARS THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE SITUATION YOU ARE IN!" he roared.
Vera did not succumb to the pressure, biting his hand, he yelped, freeing his grasp and immediately spraying alcohol onto where she bit.
He and the rest of the masked men then grabbed whips and rained down blows on her.
The back and forth lasted for another 15 minutes, which felt like an eternity for Vera. She is then brought back out, horrifying the rest of the cadets at her state:
Her uniform is beaten open, with tears in the fabric and blood oozing out. Cuts and bruises littered her skin, from her face all the way down to her serpent tail, which had been locked together by a roll of cloth to prevent her from using her pincer when stressed.
One of her ram horns has parts broken off. Though it is essentially keratin (nails), hence not painful unless the entire horn is broken off, it still takes significant strength to break a Chryso or Draco horn, testament to the extent of the torture she had been subjected to.
Sean is unsure he should feel thankful or not at how the masked men, whom are really just their instructors in disguise, are being restrained with their physical abuse. On one hand it ensures that none of the cadets will face life-threatening situations, and Sean knows for a fact that there are doctors and psychiatrists on standby, ensuring their safety. On the other hand, considering the masked men's techniques are designed to maximise their suffering, Sean is seriously contemplating whether hypothetically giving them a quick one is a better way out.
Vera staggered forward, falling down in front of the cadets, panting. Sean grimaced, silently hoping that she can just say the safety words "doughnut man" twice to stop the role-playing as they had been briefed on the SOP of the Tier 1 course before starting the course, but unless it is done in an emergency it will cause a deduction of her points. Or just confess and get eliminated.
"ANYONE WANT TO FOLLOW HER PATH?!" yelled a masked man, grabbing her up and throwing her back on the ground.
The rest of the cadets remained silent. Seeing how uncooperative they are, the masked men then grabbed Sean out next, trying to drag him out, only to be hindered by his 120kg body weight. They grunted, painfully pulling him with them.
The other cadets snickered at the comedic effect of this process.
"DID I TELL THE REST OF YOU TO TALK?!" roared a masked man, throwing ice daggers around them.
They drove out a pickup truck and tied Sean to it, starting the engine and dragging Sean along the road, pulling him over the jagged ground.
By the time they are done, Sean's lips are still as tightly sealed as cement, refusing to speak a single word.
The masked men gave a sarcastic clap at the cadets.
"GOOD WILLPOWER!" he sneered.
"Let's see whether you all can still be so firm when psychological methods are being applied instead."
With that, black bags are once again thrown over the cadets, and they are being transported away again, unable to see where they are going.
The masked men grabbed them by their shoulders instead of their handcuffs, brashly yet carefully guiding them forward, calling out obstacles like steps on their path.
Each of the cadets are then thrown into a small room that barely has enough space for them to sit. The bags are then pulled off and the doors are locked shut behind.
Sean looked around, the entire room is pitch black without any windows, a small breathing hole for ventilation is their only medium to the outside world. He felt around, feeling something wet. He looked down, moving back in horror to see a human body model next to him "beaten to death" and with fake blood oozing out, which is what he had felt. Even though he knows that it is fake, he could not help but to be scared as a result.
He tried to fall asleep so as to distract himself, but any illusion of getting sleep was soon shattered by the loud rock music coming through the speakers at maximum volume, mixed together with the sounds of ferocious animals and monsters like Deep Dwellers, making it impossible to sleep.
Sean ended up being awake the entire night until morning came and they were pulled back out. Lack of sleep plus confined spaces plus psyops music and sounds plus horrifying images had really impaired his physical and mental states, struggling to even walk properly now, not to mention the starvation from not eating.
He is then tied up to trees and had his bag yanked off, the fresh aroma of barbecued meat entered his nostrils.
The masked men are having a barbecue party, a stark contrast to the starved cadets being tied up on the trees.
Louis looked at the food, stars coming out of his eyes.
As if knowing his preferences, a masked man dangled a lobster in front of Louis, then ate it in front of him, adding insult to injury.
"God damn…" cursed Louis. "This is some emotional damage…"
"Save yourself some energy…" muttered Sean.
Louis then turned to Karl, who has his eyes closed.
"You still alive buddy?" asked Louis.
"Take care of yourself," retorted Karl, groaning, trying to get some rest.
"Albert," muttered Vera. "Don't you f***ing dare to take blows for me again, I can take care of myself…" She snapped, referring to yesterday's events.
Albert chuckled, "please, I am just scared you will piss yourself and confess…"
"Same applies for the rest of you…"
"Would rather die than surrender…" muttered Clara.
"DID I GIVE PERMISSION FOR YOU ALL TO TALK?!" roared a masked man, coming over with a wooden bat.
He then beat up Clara mercilessly.
After being hung up like pigs for a few hours, the 36 cadets are once again thrown again into the water.
"WHY DO YOU ALL HAVE TO MAKE THIS SO F***ING COMPLICATED?!" roared a masked man. "ALL I WANT ARE THE BLOODY COORDINATES!"
"NOW CAN ONE OF YOU MAGGOTS TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO F***ING KNOW?"
Not getting a reply, he snapped, dragging out Ariel, tying her hands to the rope that held Sean suspended over the water, while throwing bags on the other cadets and ushering them out.
The masked men then unbuckled the rope hanging Sean, causing Sean to fall into the water, Ariel grunted, using all of her strength to pull Sean's 120kg body out of the surface and prevent him from drowning.
"VERY NICE COMRADERIE AND DISCPLINE!" commended the masked man sarcastically.
"BUT YOUR COMRADE IS GOING TO DIE HERE YOU DOOFUS!" he roared at Ariel, face close to her. "Your comrade is going to drown, because of your inaction! How long do you think you can keep him out of water?!"
Sean mumbled underwater, trying to say something to de-stress Ariel. He knows too well that the masked men (instructors) are trying to exert immense psychological pressure on her by moral kidnapping, which works best when she is effectively isolated.
"HOW ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THINGS TO HIS FAMILY? "Oh, sorry ma'am I let your son die when I could've saved him"," yelled the man.
Ariel screamed, holding on tightly to Sean.
After 15 minutes the masked men pulled Sean back out of the water and threw bags back onto his and Ariel's heads, bringing them away.
Sean's bag is yanked off, he found himself back in solitary confinement. Though what is different this time is that there are other masked men with him.
A masked man forced Sean back into a wall, pressing his head hard against Sean's, roaring into his face, demanding Sean confess and tell him the location of their camp.
Sean hurled vulgarities in exchange and the masked man did the same, and soon the entire room is filled with a chaotic combination of vocabulary from English, Chinese, Japanese and Bahasa Indonesia, which will no doubt need to be censored if they were ever broadcasted.
Losing his patience, the masked man then beat Sean down with an ice club he generated, the gesturing the other masked men forward, who begin to strip Sean's clothes off.
'LET GO!" yelled Sean, struggling to break free.
The men put on medical gloves. Sean looked in horror, understanding that they are going to perform a cavity check on him.
After a humiliating 10 minutes, Sean is left naked and alone in the cell. During the process he can hear the sound of struggles in the cells around him, knowing that his comrades were subjected to the same humiliation and torment, regardless of their gender.
Sean painfully re-dressed himself, persevering on.
Just as he is done, he is thrown back out into the opening again by the masked men. One of them guided their attention to a group of 15 wailing in a corner.
"THEY HAVE ALREADY CONFESSED! SO WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL SO STUBBORN? USE YOUR F***ING BRAINS AND FREE YOURSELVES!"
Sean and the rest glared at them with a mixture of hatred and understanding. While they can sympathise, to confess is a betrayal of their duties as soldiers.
"Traitors!" yelled Eddie at them.
"Useless scum!' scolded Karl.
The cadets followed suit in their insults at the 15 that had given up, forgetting the humiliation that they have suffered.
"SILENCE!"
The cadets refused to comply, and were soon sprayed with high pressure hoses, shutting them up physically.
"I hope more of you can make the right decision!"
(A few hours later, night time)
"I will talk, I will talk!" yelled a cadet, begging the masked men to stop their torture and forceful interrogation as soil is shovelled onto him.
After one whole day of forced interrogation methods ranging from beating, drowning, cavity searches, solitary confinement, psychological torture and sensory deprivation, the rest of the cadets are holding on by a thin thread. All of them are scarred, physically and mentally.
The cadets are now in a cemetery, and are lying in empty graves. The masked men have thrown them into freshly dug graves, threatening to bury them alive.
"18 of you have already confessed!" announced a masked man. "Hurry up people, there aren't much chances left!"
Erika tried to free herself out of the grave, only for her to be kicked back inside as soil gradually enveloped her. She tried again, using her core to push herself up when her arms are tied up behind her back, as with the rest of the cadets.
A masked woman lowered her X95 rifle onto her, pushing the barrel against her forehead.
"Want to tell me where your base is at?" she asked.
Erika spat at her face.
"Doughnut man…doughnut man…" muttered Karl as he passed out, muttering the safety words. Alarmed, the masked men all stopped their actions and immediately dug Karl back out.
"Number 23 you, ok?" asked the masked woman worriedly, pulling back her X95.
Little did she realise it's a ruse, and Karl snapped awake, forcefully headbutting her in the face and then pounced and pinned her down.
"AHHH!" Sean screamed, using all of his core strength to sit and stand up and charged at the masked men when they are still shocked from the surprise attack, man piling them with his 120kg heavy body, and the rest of the cadets followed suit, successfully coming out of the graves and man piling the masked men.
"AHH!" screamed the masked woman as Karl bit her, drawing out blood. The rest of the cadets followed suit, lashing out with all of might using all of the means they have in disposal to cause hurt in a primordial madness.
Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Nanami and Bryan who had been observing the training immediately charged out with other instructors. They are in Exo-suits wielding riot gear, forcefully breaking up the fight.
Bryan grabbed his QSZ-92A pistol loaded with rubber bullets and fired into the air.
"Everyone, calm down!" he ordered.
"Session is over, those of you who remained tight-lipped pass!" he announced.
With that, the masked men pulled off their masks.
Sean and the other cadets collapsed onto the ground, relived to have finally finished the torture segment of SERE training.
(1 hour later)
"How do you all feel?" asked Franz, walking with Herbert, Reza and Maia, holding onto their masks. They are heading to the medical bay to check on the cadets.
Maia's left hand is bandaged from Karl's bite.
"Guilty, honestly," said Herbert. Reza concurred, saying that he had never spoken vulgarities so frequently.
Franz gave a bitter laugh. "Being merciful to them now will be a disservice. As you all know, the enemy will not show restraint in torture, unlike us."
"Let's go check on how they are doing."
They strolled into the area of the camp bustling with doctors, nurses, medics and medical robots.
Franz noticed Phineas walking over quickly to them, removing his name tag and Lieutenant rank plates as he does so.
"Doctor Wang!" greeted Franz with a smile. "How are the—"
Before he can finish, a hard slap came straight at his face, sending him staggering back from the shock and impact. Everyone who witnessed it is stunned, after all, it's rare that someone will lay a finger on the King of Bast*rds.
Phineas shook his right hand in pain, glaring at the red hand print he had left on Franz's right cheek, while Franz rubbed his face, still stunned.
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