章節 195: Questions
In a dark and damp room, two people were tied to chairs with their mouths covered by cloth.
"Hello, gentlemen..."
When Dominic entered, Nick, Mike, Daryl, and, of course, Jack along with Emma were already inside, having decided to witness the interrogation. No one considered this particularly important, so they remained silent.
Dominic glanced at Daryl and gave him a signal. When Nick saw what Dominic was doing with one of the prisoners, he mimicked the action on the other side. "My name is Dominic!"
"And why the hell should I care?"
"Who the hell are you, and why the fuck are we tied up right now? Dominic, you're seriously screwed when my people find out I'm here."
Dominic flashed a cold, emotionless smile. His gaze was icy, but his mouth curled upwards, showing a wide grin. He looked at the man before him and said, "You're Jack, right?"
"Wow, you figured out my damn name; is that supposed to be impressive?" Frank glared at this man, who looked too clean to have survived in this world, where survival forces you through horrific experiences.
"What are we going to do, Frank?" The other man sitting across from Frank was terrified. He had woken up in this room, not knowing exactly what had happened. But Frank wasn't much better off. He remembered blacking out and waking up in this place.
"You better not say a damn word!"
But Dominic didn't care at all. Sooner or later, he would get the answers he wanted, and nothing these two men did could stop him.
"You were all soldiers before the world ended, infantry deployed in the country! You know, the people you were shooting at were my people. I lost good soldiers because of your damn madness!"
Dominic's words grew colder as he glanced at Daryl, who nodded and handed him a pair of pliers. "I just want to know one thing: where the hell is your base?"
Without waiting for a reply, he approached the man sitting across from Frank and, without hesitation, said, "Hold his head tight!"
"Hey! What the hell are you doing? If you hurt him, I swear I'll kill you and cut you into a thousand pieces."
"Aitor is your name, right? I'll start with your front teeth, so there won't be much blood at first, but as I move toward your molars, the infection, bleeding, and pain will reach your brain."
"No, please, I'll tell you what you want; just don't hurt me!" The soldier named Aitor had no intention of lying and wanted to cooperate peacefully with Dominic's people, but this wasn't how they sought answers.
"Please, you don't have to do this!"
"No, don't!"
"No!"
"Rrrr, ahhhhhhh!"
The pliers yanked out one of Aitor's front teeth. Though the blood wasn't excessive, it spilled from Aitor's mouth as he roared in pain, tears streaming from his eyes.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Damn it, I'll kill you!" Frank, watching Aitor's tooth being torn out, screamed in a frenzy.
"What did you say?"
"You can torture me all you want; I won't tell you a thing!"
Dominic smiled at Frank's unbreakable spirit. He looked at him and said with a grin, "I'll get to you soon; trust me, this is just the beginning."
After saying that, Dominic held Aitor's head while he continued to sob, blood and saliva pouring from his mouth. "Alright, friend, we only need one answer, and I'll leave you alone... Tell me, where is your base, and how many people are there?"
"I'll tell you everything." Aitor said with difficulty. But Dominic stopped him, untied one of his hands, and whispered, "I want you to write the two answers."
"Aitor, you…" Frank couldn't force Aitor to lie, and he accepted it. After all, these people surrounding them weren't going to stop until they got what they wanted.
"I'll do it..."
But unexpectedly, Aitor grabbed the pencil tightly and lunged toward Dominic's neck, aiming to stab the closest person.
"Die!"
Bang!
Dominic, always alert, even in calm moments, managed to sidestep the attack just in time. Everyone was stunned by this reckless action, and Daryl, seeing the move, rushed over and punched Aitor in the stomach.
"You damn idiot!"
"Ahhh..."
"Hold him down, Nick!"
Dominic looked at Aitor coldly, now realizing that getting the information had been too easy. After restraining his enemy again, Dominic grabbed the pliers and pulled out another tooth.
"Don't you dare play games with me, you damn son of a bitch!" Dominic's yell was loud as he looked at the man, now weakly sitting in the chair, and asked again, "Look me in the eye and tell me you'll answer me. Tell me how many there are at your base, and where the hell are they hiding?"
"Damn all of you, what the hell do you want?" Frank was sweating cold, staring at Aitor, who had initially seemed ready to confess, but his spirit had broken after his resistance.
"Ahhhhh."
One tooth after another was pulled from Aitor's mouth, and his chest was now soaked in blood. Just as everyone thought it wouldn't stop, Dominic asked once more, "Just write down what I'm asking for; it's not that hard, damn it!"
"I... I'll write it down."
This time, Aitor had learned what would happen if he disobeyed again. With great difficulty, he wrote the answers to the two questions.
After getting the paper with the answers, Dominic nodded, and Daryl tied Aitor's mouth to prevent him from saying anything else.
"Alright, you've got your answers!" Frank glared coldly at Dominic. If looks could kill, only God knows how many times Dominic would've died. "Now go to hell; all of you and your people can rot."
Dominic smiled, handed the paper to Nick, and he rushed out of the room. As he had said earlier, this was just the beginning, and it was true.
A few seconds after Nick left, masked men approached with a cage containing rats inside.
"Put it on the table!"
"Yes, sir!"
Frank's eyes widened as he saw the rats inside. When he saw Aitor being untied and then placed back on the table, he wanted to say something but stopped.
What were these people trying to do? If they had already gotten the answers from someone they tortured, what more did they want?
When this question crossed Frank's mind, a chill ran down his spine, and he said, "You're not planning to..."
Dominic turned to Frank and said, "You're just realizing this now? I told you, didn't I? This is just the beginning!"
With a blowtorch in hand, Dominic instructed the soldiers to remove Aitor's shirt, and the cage with the rat was placed on Aitor's stomach.
But something few people noticed was that the cage on Aitor's stomach was designed so that the bottom could be removed, allowing the rat to make direct contact with the skin of the person tied to the table.
"Now it's your turn to answer questions, Frank!"
…
Outside the room, curses and screams echoed constantly. Some of the soldiers glanced at each other and chose not to say a word. The legends about Dominic were terrifyingly dark, and those who had been his enemies were tortured in the worst ways.
Nick, who had left the room, walked toward the makeshift command center and said to the officer in charge, "Abraham, these are the coordinates of the Firefly base. Dominic wants to know as soon as possible if there are people at that location."
Abraham held the paper and said, "Oh, you'll get those answers as soon as the drones move out."
But just as Nick was about to make a joke, a heartbreaking roar echoed throughout the building. "Nooooo!"
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