His arms wrapped around his shaking legs as they were gripped close to his chest. Ever since his torture he could never sleep fully at night without a new memory revealing itself.
Kaidan's eyes finally fluttered open as he began to look around his surroundings. That place was a mess as he saw rats running around the place; and damn where they big! He went to move his arms when he felt something blocking him from doing so. Looking down he saw that his entire body was strapped to what looked to be an interrogation chair. The restraints were tight around his wrists and legs and the faint sound of clicking footsteps were heading this way.
"Well, looks like our special guest is awake boys." That voice, where has he heard it before? "I think it's time to give him our warm welcome, don't you?" He laughed viciously as Kaidan looked down to see what looked like injection ports pricked through his skin.
"Now your going to suffer just like your little girl. I remember the day i watched her scream out as i beat the hell out of her and her mother forced to watch and hear the struggle of her little girl."
"I'll cut you up you heartless bastard! You stay the fuck away from my fam-" His whole body shook as Kaidan screamed out in agony as he looked and saw what the needles were for. They were slowly getting the pleasure of watching him scream out in pain as he's being drugged with a substance known only as red sand. This stuff was powerful enough to kill any man, strong or weak. Sure it granted a large boost to biotic powers but pushed over the edge it can kill you without having any kind of recuperation.
Remembering yet another segment of his pain, Kaidan felt the sick feeling within his stomach and rushed to the bathroom before throwing up. The doctors said there would still be measurements left of the substance within his body which would cause.. side effects. Some of them he had already experienced such as his biotics flaring while sleeping, nose bleeds, severe headaches and much more.
Finally finishing up he walked out and went to sleep on the couch downstairs as not to have the constant worry in his mind about hurting his family. That would kill him more to see his own hand harm his family.