It hurt. Everything hurt. I could feel every spot on my body where organs were exposed to cold stale air, and the burns met the cold mettle table.
"Ready to tell us yet."
I gurgled the blood in my mouth in an attempt to speak and coughed it out onto my chest, "I d-don't know." i let out a pained yell as a knife dug into my stomach.
"We don't want you lying to us."
A tear streaked down my face and i looked toward the ceiling, where i saw only grey stone, and the constant dripping water as it hit my forehead. This was such a cruel world. Some children were forced into Scorpion as children and dedicated their life to carrying out the president's orders.
I was captured, and now i was being tortured for information i don't have.
"This is your last chance. You can either tell us and live, or die."
I forced myself to turn my head and look to the side where the man torturing me stood, i spat at his face, and the dark red liquid hit it's target. He wiped it away with a cloth and a cruel knife flickered in the dim lighting.
The tip was curved, in order for it to cause as much pain as possible.
"Then you shall die."
With that he drilled one more hole into my body, and in that moment of utter pain everything went black.
...All i want is another chance.