Chapitre 116: Breakdown of Larzacks
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~~~(POV: Larzacks)~~~
Another wave of electricity washes through my body. These blasted restraints are impossible to break out of, even with my physical strength.
"You feel like talking now?"
My tormentor's voice bounces off the walls. Durado is far crueler than anyone I've ever been captured by. He's already located my family and leaked everything about them and me.
My wife and kid are probably being taken in by Teller-Bravo right now. It's the only reason I haven't said anything yet. I'm important to Teller-Bravo, and I have certain benefits being in the position I'm in.
"Go to hell, bounty hunter... You're never going to get anything from me..."
He's not reacting to my provocation. His daughter seems to be his only weak spot.
He presses the button again, and electric rips through me again, and this time I nearly piss myself.
"They say out of all the ways you can die. Electricity is one of the worst ways to go."
His attempts at intimidation are amusing, but they won't work on me.
"That's a load of crap. I know far more ways to inflict a painful death."
There is nothing he can do to make me say anything.
He stands up from his chair and walks towards the exit, and leaves. I can only guess what he's doing... Getting more tools and things to try and break me. I'm definitely dying in this place. This... Fucking room...
"I hope to god that he never finds or gets his daughter back..."
My only bitterness about this situation consumes me slightly.
His life is one that few people travel, let alone gain the status that Durado has. The door opens, and he has a cart full of chemicals, tools, and everything in between.
"I know all about your race... Your species, Larzacks... How tolerant you are to pain, and how strong your will is. If you can't be convinced by the threat of losing your family, I have to step my game up."
Bring it on, bitch.
The smell coming from the cart is something you would smell entering a freshly cleaned room. Bleached.
"My friend isn't going to be back for a while, and that gives me plenty of time to test new methods on you. If I can't get information from you, then I might as well learn what affects your race the greatest for future occasions."
This man is completely out of his mind.
He has an eager edge in his tone, a form of excitement. Only incredible sadists enjoy inflicting such pain on other people.
"You can try, Durado... Teller-Bravo has trained me and others like me to never give valuable information."
He already knows where his daughter is being kept. He knows about the Gord-Prime system. He wants more than just that, though.
I can only assume that he has more plans after getting his daughter back If she's still alive. The experiments and tests they did on the colonists were brutal. I know she was taken to Gord-Prime, but she could've died by now.
"Your suffering and pain will be epic, Larzacks. I may not get anything from you, but I'm going to learn something from you."
He picks up a needle and loads it.
A chemical compound of some kind, he holds the glass needle over my arm and starts dripping the liquid on my arm.
"AAARRRGGHH!! FUCK YOU, DURADO!!!"
The pain... I've felt nothing like this... What the fuck is in those chemical containers!? He squeezes more out of the glass syringe, and the smell of my flesh melting makes me gag.
He stops once he runs out and places the syringe on the cart.
"I'm disappointed, Larzacks. This is just the beginning. I have so many other interesting and more painful things to try against you."
He picks up another needle and injects me. My senses are heightened, and the pain on my arm amplifies. It must have been a booster to the senses or something.
He picks up a bottle, and it's filled with some sort of powder. He pours it all over me, and it doesn't start out so bad, but after a few seconds. It itches badly. I struggle to try and scratch something, but I'm still not able to move.
"What is this stuff!?"
My itching keeps getting worse and worse. It's being amplified from the shot he gave me. He smiles and shows me the label. Itching powder...
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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