Captured

Chapter Three: Interrogation

Warning: This chapter basically involves Kira getting the crap beaten out of him, along with other incredibly cruel treatments. I encourage everyone opposed to this to not read this chapter; I will put a synopsis at the beginning of the next chapter so everyone who avoids this chapter will know what's happening in the next (sans suffering). By the way, this chapter caused me physical pain to write...

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Crot hung his head in defeat and exited the room. The heavy door shut and the sound of an engaging lock echoed across the dark room. Horrid images of the acts Crot promised flashed across his mind, as well as many more he invented. For the first time since his actual capture, Kira was scared.

He paced across the room as best as he could with his shackled feet, finding it impossible to remain still. All of his will was focused on staying calm. Half an hour passed and there was still no sign of his captors. 'Maybe he was bluffing...' hoped Kira, but he had learned to be pessimistic since he entered the war. Although... there was still a chance... Noticing how meticulously clean everything in the room was gave the impression that they were unused. He continued to inspect the room's...accessories, and the rational part of his mind took over.

"They won't..." he whispered to himself, afraid anything louder than a whisper would be his damnation. 'It must have been an hour already,' thought Kira as he sat down in a corner of the room. He could almost feel an uneasy sleep begin to take him. He had just closed his eyes when the sound of a deadbolt opening shattered the silence. Seconds later, bright fluorescent lights flashed on, the contrast to the darkness blinded Kira. He was hoisted to his feet and dragged across the room. He could see nothing but blurred images. After being forced into a chair his shackles were removed, but soon replaced with rope binding him to the chair.

Through the spots he could see Orga and Shani. Kira tested his bindings-- they were solid. Shani approached Kira and grabbed him between firmly between his parted legs. The impact caught Kira off-guard and forced the wind from Kira's lungs.

"You must have a pretty big pair to talk to the Director that way," explained Shani to a squirming Kira. Orga did not say anything; he was distracted by something else. "So..." began Shani, "you think you can keep a secret. I sure hope you can..." Shani was pacing back and forth in front of Kira with a fake thoughtful expression on his face. "It isn't very often Director Azreal gives us permission to do anything we want to a prisoner, you know. However, I'm going to ask you again: Where is the N-Jammer Canceller?"

Kira could not reply; he would not even open his mouth. He was afraid if he did his mouth would betray him. Instead, he dropped his head to his chest, refusing to look at his assailant. Laughing echoed across the room-- it sent a shiver down Kira's spine.

"Wait, Shani," ordered the collected and calculated voice of Orga. Kira opened his eyes to see Shani standing before him holding...thing...sent from hell. Kira was instantly relieved. 'The other won't let him do that to me!' thought Kira. "I won the coin toss, I get to go first." Kira's last hope was destroyed.

“You see…Kira,” his tone was malicious; “I have to make you talk before my turn is over.” Orga was circling Kira (who was once again staring at the floor). Angered by Kira’s apparent lack of interest, Orga grabbed him by the neck and strangled him with one hand. He forced Kira to look him in the eyes. “You see,” hissed Orga through clenched teeth, “I like using a very hands-on approach for extracting information.” A thunderous blow landed on Kira’s face. The blow left him dizzy. Another soon followed this time to his stomach. The air was brutally knocked out of him, and he was forced to keel over in order to regain his breathe. He was quickly punished by an uppercut that knocked the entire chair over backwards.

Kira lied helplessly on his back, still gasping for air. He had never been hit so hard in his life. “You know we can stop now…” tempted Orga. Kira refused to reply. “Fine,” said Orga flatly. He stomped on Kira’s chest twice, once again forcing the precious air Kira was trying to collect out of his lungs. A sharp kick was delivered to his kidney before his chair was flipped over so his face was against the concrete. He was dragged across the room, the concrete burning his face like sandpaper. He was finally propped up in a corner of the room. His chair was leaned back so only the back legs touched the floor and his head was able to rest in the corner. Kira finally noticed what Orga was doing while Shani was talking. ‘He was wrapping his hands,’ thought Kira absently, almost in a peaceful sense. All thought stopped, however, when several fresh punches were delivered to his face.

“Stupid, stupid, STUPID!” yelled Orga, punctuating each word with a punch. They were not as hard as the others, but what they lacked in strength they made up for in quantity. The punches targeted the skinned part of Kira’s forehead for maximum effect. “Just tell me where it is!” screamed Orga into Kira’s ear. Kira’s will miraculously remained strong. Orga shook his head in frustration as he wound up and punched Kira as hard as he could. Kira’s head was squeezed between the fist and the unforgiving concrete wall. He nearly blacked out. More punches followed with a dizzying pace. The focus of the blows was spread once again to Kira’s entire upper body. The barrage continued for several minutes before it stopped. Kira dropped his head, trying to hide the blood running from his nose to his mouth.

“You don’t want to talk…FINE!” screamed Orga, losing all semblance of patience. “We’ll see how you like this…” He moved Kira to a large concrete table. He undid Kira’s right arm and secured it to the table with one of its built-in straps. Orga left Kira to go retrieve something from the back of the room. What he returned with made Kira’s heart stop. Orga rubbed a twenty pound sledge hammer roughly in Kira’s face, the cold metal aggravating the skinned area.

“One more chance,” was all Orga said. Kira wanted to cry but couldn’t. He was afraid. He was in pain. And worst of all, he knew it would not stop. He mustered all his will and shook his head. Orga raised the hammer high above his head…

“Time is up!” said Shani, who had been waiting patiently by the door the entire time.

“What…No! I can’t be out of time already!” exclaimed Orga. Shani simply pointed at the clock. “DAMN IT!” exclaimed Orga. He brought the hammer down as hard as he could. It missed Kira’s hand by centimetres, and shattered the concrete.

“It’s my turn. Looks like he isn’t as weak as you thought he was…” said Shani, “I guess choosing to go first backfired on you.”

“Well I’m going to make sure that you don’t get any extra time either,” said Orga stubbornly, “Can’t let you have more than your fair share.”

“Fine,” conceded Shani, “you may stay. Hey, you might even learn something…”

Orga snorted indignantly, but decided to take the seat Shani previously occupied instead of arguing. He looked at the clock, taking a mental note to make sure Shani did not exceed his time allowance. They were, after all, competing to see who could get the prisoner to talk first.

Shani wasted no time. He quickly undid Kira from the chair they had placed the captive. He grabbed Kira by the hair and half dragged him to the other dies of the room (Kira’s kicking doing the other half). All Kira could do was attempt to keep his balance while he was being man-handled.

Kira was dropped to the floor underneath something that appeared to be a large pulley system. Shani pulled the loose end of a dangling chain and pulled out some slack. He bound Kira’s hands with the cold steel links, and hoisted him so his feet just could not reach the ground. The chains dug deeply into Kira’s already injured wrists, and he was sure this additional force would break them completely. Kira soon forgot about the pain in his wrists though, when the back of his shirt was torn open, exposing some of his last unblemished flesh.

Shani circled his prey like a shark about to make a kill. He wanted Kira to see what was about to happen, to imagine his pain before he even had the chance to experience it. Kira noticed. Shani was carrying a thick cable. Kira was pivoting below the pulley, and caught sight of all the other torturous devices lined up for him. He shuddered.

“Last chance…” offered Shani, hoping his psychological game would be worth the time and effort. He received no reply. Shani heaved the heavy cable and cracked it on Kira’s back.

Kira was surprised. The strike did not sting. Instead, it felt like he had just been struck with a club. Several more landed, each impact making it harder for Kira to breathe. Shani stopped on the tenth strike, fearing more would cause his victim to go into shock and ending his fun. This usually would not have bothered him, but the Director was adamant that they extract the information from the captive before killing him. Shani decided to try the mind game again.

“You should talk and save yourself the suffering,” started Shani, “that’s nothing compared to what I’ve still got in store for you… and heaven help you if Crot gets his turn…” Through gasping breaths Kira managed a puzzled look, trying to buy recovery time.

“What! You don’t know?” asked Orga, entering the conversation. “All these toys belong to Crot… I thought he would have made that very clear when he came in here to talk to you.”

Shani hastily confirmed what Orga was saying, then asked, “So, do you want to talk?” Kira dropped his head, saying nothing, and resigning himself to another beating. “Leather this time, then,” said Shani, almost cheerfully.

The leather whip stung immensely, slicing Kira’s tenderized, pulverized flesh. Again, Kira received twenty lashes, and again Kira refused to talk. Shani’s time was running out. In frustration Shani pulled out his most cruel weapon: an electric branding iron. The hot metal was placed before Kira’s face, in extremely close proximity to his eye.

“Last chance!” screamed Shani directly into Kira’s ear. Kira whimpered, but said nothing. Shani rounded Kira and tugged down the waistband of Kira’s pants and boxers, exposing one perfect buttock. “Talk damn you!”

“Time’s up, you lose Shani!” came the gleeful voice of Orga from the door. Shani looked blankly at Orga, then at the clock.

“Damn it,” he whispered to himself.

Kira screamed in pain, feeling the hot metal touch and burn his ass. Shani kept the now red hot metal on the skin for a full five seconds, making sure the mark would be on the boy forever.

Shani pulled up Kira’s dislodged clothing and swatted Kira hard on the afflicted flesh before leaving the room. Orga followed, turning off the lights before exiting. In the dark room, swinging like a pendulum, was Kira. He was bleeding from the back and face. His body was beaten and bruised. The brand had nearly broken him. He was completely defenceless, and still the worst was before him.

TBC…

A/N: Well, what can I say about this chapter? I actually wrote this some time ago but have been...apprehensive...to post. I actually had to do some research for this chapter as I had no knowledge of "interrogation tactics". However, what I found was far too gruesome for my liking, and couldn’t possibly force myself to write them. Therefore, I improvised with a sound beating and a bit extra.

Anyways, I’m a big softy and have decided that I will do a Valentine’s fic this year. However, it will cost me much sleep, so you all better appreciate it! :) Anyways, as always, R&R!

WinterAxe

P.S. No flames please; I feel bad enough as it is…