Pain... Pain beyond imagination...
They were sticking daggers into me. I could feel the burning hot metal. I suddenly began to jerk and flail as they started to pour the hot acid on my chest, were they had cut me. A burning metal rod hit me in the side, and they began to beat me, until I stopped moving. Until it hurt to move.
I whimpered. The pain in my head exploded for not following orders that had threats behind them, to stay silent through it all. I would be receiving more for that.
"Idiot boy!" one of them yelled, as he started to slam me in the ribs with the rod as I lay in pain, "Don't make a sound! We've told you that!"
He brought out a whip, actually a cat-o'-nine-tails, and continuously flogged me, as I curled up into a tight ball, but another started to beat me with the metal rod again, then pull out of my fetal position.
"Oh no, you're not hiding from any pain! Just wait till you see what else we've got... "at this, he pulled out something I had never seen before, what I could see it was a knife, with a greatly serrated edge, it also looked to have a slicker, keener edge, "We're going to have some fun with this, but first, we have to, ah, tenderize your flesh."
With that, he brought out the rod, then started to bring it down with crushing force onto my left arm, at which I heard the crack of the bones breaking. After doing that, he took the keen, non-serrated edge of the knife, then drew it along the arm, so that it took of just the amount of skin was taken off so that just a touch would make it sting. He then left the knife in a bed of hot coals, and grabbed the bottle of hot acid, and poured it on the arm, and I started to attempt to struggle, but another had fastened down my arms and legs without me noticing. Once he was done pouring on the acid, he took the knife, which was now white hot, and stabbed it into my arm. He then started to slowly take the knife out, so that it felt as if my arm was being torn apart. This continued until I couldn't even think, pain was clouding my vision, and they were mocking me.
I wished it would stop. That I could just leave. That they would grow bored with me. I had been tortured similarly to this for a while, almost a year.
I suddenly was brought back when I was laid on a bed of hot coals, and the coals were piled on me. I would have twisted and screamed, but I fell into unconsciousness...
"UP BOY!! I SAID UP!!!" a voice brought me back to reality. I felt several hits from the cat-o'-nine-tails. I had been taken out of the hot coals, instead, they had put a rope collar on me, and I was being practically dragged across the ground. Where are they leading me? Hopefully to my death....