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T: Torture.
“The act of inflicting severe physical or any other type of pain on someone to force information out of them.”
Tucker Misigno was having fun. Which, in itself, was a bad thing. He whipped the boy again and watched as the blood soaked back arched. He had been at this for an hour and the teen hadn't even uttered a sound.
Full grown men had been screaming at this point. In truth, it was taking all of Alex's will power to not give the man what he wanted. He was pretty sure that if he bit any harder, he'd bite his tongue in half.
Finally, the whips stopped slicing into his skin and Alex released his tongue slowly. He was cut down, ropes still around his wrists, and practically thrown across the room. Tucker continued to beat on him until he rendered the boy unconscious.
When Alex woke up, he was sure of three things. One, his shoulder was dislocated. Two, there was a siege going on. And three, if there was a siege, there were potential rescuers. The door to his cell was banged open and two SAS soldiers he didn't recognize ran in.
He held his hands up in a mock surrender signal and the two lowered their guns with odd expressions. “Do either of you kind men know how to relocate a shoulder?” Alex asked as he stood up.
The man on the left took a step forward and said, “Which one?” Alex spun around so his back was facing the soldier. “Right,” was the only word Alex said before biting down on the bloody ropes. His low moan was muffled as the man got his shoulder back into place.
“Jesus, kid, you're tough. Owl screamed when I did it for him.” - “Shut it, Raccoon,” Owl snapped. Cub rolled his shoulders with a smirk. “I'm not tough; I'm Cub.” Both soldiers froze. They had heard about the legendary kid, but had never dreamed of meeting him.
The teen walked out, and after he realized that no one was following, he poked his head back into the cell. “Owl, Raccoon, come!” When the soldiers saw Cub in the better light, they saw all the bruises and cuts and scars.
No, it was true. Not even torture could break this toy soldier.
“The act of inflicting severe physical or any other type of pain on someone to force information out of them.”
Tucker Misigno was having fun. Which, in itself, was a bad thing. He whipped the boy again and watched as the blood soaked back arched. He had been at this for an hour and the teen hadn't even uttered a sound.
Full grown men had been screaming at this point. In truth, it was taking all of Alex's will power to not give the man what he wanted. He was pretty sure that if he bit any harder, he'd bite his tongue in half.
Finally, the whips stopped slicing into his skin and Alex released his tongue slowly. He was cut down, ropes still around his wrists, and practically thrown across the room. Tucker continued to beat on him until he rendered the boy unconscious.
When Alex woke up, he was sure of three things. One, his shoulder was dislocated. Two, there was a siege going on. And three, if there was a siege, there were potential rescuers. The door to his cell was banged open and two SAS soldiers he didn't recognize ran in.
He held his hands up in a mock surrender signal and the two lowered their guns with odd expressions. “Do either of you kind men know how to relocate a shoulder?” Alex asked as he stood up.
The man on the left took a step forward and said, “Which one?” Alex spun around so his back was facing the soldier. “Right,” was the only word Alex said before biting down on the bloody ropes. His low moan was muffled as the man got his shoulder back into place.
“Jesus, kid, you're tough. Owl screamed when I did it for him.” - “Shut it, Raccoon,” Owl snapped. Cub rolled his shoulders with a smirk. “I'm not tough; I'm Cub.” Both soldiers froze. They had heard about the legendary kid, but had never dreamed of meeting him.
The teen walked out, and after he realized that no one was following, he poked his head back into the cell. “Owl, Raccoon, come!” When the soldiers saw Cub in the better light, they saw all the bruises and cuts and scars.
No, it was true. Not even torture could break this toy soldier.
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good story