It was dark and stuffy in the room. Dazed and disorientated, Jack thrashed under the heavy covering that seemed designed to restrain him. He knew they would be back soon and the torture would begin all over again, that he would die, again and again in agonising ways for no other reason than the entertainment of his captors. His heart was pounding and he was sweating and he wasn't sure if it was terror or the unbearable heat. He knew he was terrified though, that unbearable pain and agony lay in his future if he didn't pull himself together and try to escape.
With a massive effort he threw off the restrictive weight and staggered to his feet. He listened, someone was approaching the door – this was his chance. As his gaoler entered the room Jack surged silently up behind him and snapped his neck in one smooth motion. The man dropped without a sound. Breathing heavily Jack leant back against the wall, hitting a switch with his shoulder as he did so. Light flooded the small room, dissolving the nightmare and jerking him back to reality. Jack looked in horror at the dead man at his feet.
"Ianto?"