Timmy H Interrogation

by Booker C. Dewitt

Timmy wakes up everytime the seawater turns on, burning his eyes, choking him as the pain from where his wrists hang in handcuffs grows more and more intense. He can't tell Ryan about Fontaine. God knows that, but Ryan don't. He can do what he pleases with Timmy, and he will. But whatever torture Sullivan can cook up for his sick enjoyment, Fontaine will do double.

2. Pain

Pain was all I knew.

I woke up every time the water turned on. Screaming to no one, looking for help where there was none. My voice became hoarse, and then it was gone. My howls were replaced by inaudible breaths. I hung there, twitching in silent agony. I no longer felt in my wrists, it was replaced by a constant internal pain. Hunger set fire to my stomach, and the electricity seemed to rip it to shreds over and over and over again. My skin bubbled from the energy, allowing water to seep through, bringing salt and voltage deeper into my flesh. I could see steam rising up from my skin and my body thrashed even more. But these movements were not my own, I was not in control of my body, or my mind. I could only feel the pain knowing it would soon pull me back under.

I don't know how long it was before I noticed the water no longer added to the agony. The clamps still dug into my skin, but electricity no longer crackled along the tips. My internal muscles and organs still felt like they were being shredded and burned, but the pain didn't increase. My body stopped shaking and relaxed, I moaned in agony as the overworked and stiffened muscles returned to a normal state. The pain might not have been as intense, but I was completely conscious of it now. The internal torment squeezed at my heart and lungs, each breath felt like a needle dragged along my ribs and I began to weep as the twinge grew more and more sharp. Blood still filled up my mouth and I began to cough it up, spitting out blood and seawater as they burned my throat. I looked up at my wrists and saw that the skin had scabbed onto the handcuffs, the metal was drenched in blood. Tilting my head sent flashing white lights across my vision, my wooziness and aching body sent my consciousness right back under.