i came up with this the other night and i was wanting to know if it would work so enjoy.

Nightmare

Tintin brushed the dying thoughts away as the whip layered into his back again and again. His screams grew louder and louder much to Rastapopulus's delight. The whip strikes became harder and faster pulverising Tintin's smooth tanned back into a bloody scarred mess. When Rastapopulus saw the tears drop from his eyes he sniggered and grasped Tintin's hair pulling him up from his lying position so he was kneeling at his feet. He breathed heavily as Rastapopulus circled him like a vulture watching his every move .

Blood dripped down his face, off the edge of his nose and fell silently onto the concrete floor.

"I always knew that eventually you would be at my mercy" Rastapopulus whispered into Tintin's left ear. "But unfortunatley i'm not finished yet"

Hearing those words Tintin's face dropped and then he suddenly recieved a sharp kick in the chest and almost instantly his ribs gave way underneath his skin. The room echoed with the most horrific scream imaginable and Rastapopulus savoured it, smiling gleefully.

"Just end it!" Tintin pleaded

"Oh I don't think so!" Rastapopulus chuckled. "I want you to suffer the slowest and most painful death unimaginable, So lets see how long you last

Tintin collasped onto his side and the heavy cell door opened revealing yet another figure in the darkness of the concrete bunker, a figure who had a signifercant history with Tintin in the worst way possible.

"Hows my patient?" the other asked with a heavy bourdurian accent straining through his phrases.

The voice triggered a memory long scince forgottern that brought him back three years, when he helped General Alcazar regain his postion and power in Tapiocopulus. He plowed deeper into his mind but that was a big mistake as a face appeared in his mind and he realised who the figure was.

"No..It can't be...Not him" Tintin whispered his voice barely hearable to the figures in the room

"He's ready for you"

With that Rastapopulus hastily exited the room and Tintin felt footsteps approach him which paused but he then felt a heavy boot land at the top of his waist causing him to flinch as his ribs disagreed with the contact.

"Hello Boyo" the voice said roughyl kicking Tintin onto his back.

Light barely shone through the darkness but Tintin had an idea of who it could be but it was impossible.

Glancing into the darkness the face was revealed. A face of the devil and thunder combined to form the most ruthless mind that Tintin had ever known.

Colonel Sponz

"This is going to be a long night" Sponz said grinning inanely bringing a knife to his attention and flicking the blade up ready for action

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