Sorry for the wait everyone, I've been quite busy and in a bit of a bad mood lately so I haven't had the chance to update the story. I love this story and I've really missed this and thanks for all the support, I'm really quite surprised at the amount of review the story has got with only two chapters so far so thanks everyone. Great reviews like the ones I've already recieved keep me going. Hope everyone enjoys this and if you like please review. I've already writen the next chapter so I'll try and get it up before the end of next week.

Chapter Premise: Tintin is taken away to Bab El Ehr's right hand man, Amjed to be tortured for information. However what Amjed wants is not what Tintin knows so he uses the oppotunity to take his anger out on him but Amjed is a ruthless man who will do anything to get his way.

Ideal Music

1. The Truth Beneath The Rose - Within Temptation

2. Misere Mei - Sarah Brightman

3. See The Sun - Lisa Gerrard

There was a large clunck as the door to the cell was re-opened by the same guards as before and one entered the cell and pointed straight at Tintin.

"You come with us" He demmanded.

Tintin froze, unable to move. He had no idea what was coming and he certainly didn't want to know what was going to happen to him.

"Did I not make myself clear!" the guard shouted.

Walking into the cell he pulled Tintin from his position and onto his feet and hit him in the back causing him to gasp and wobble upon his bare feet. He pushed Tintin out of the cell and as he closed the door both guard proceeded to grab him, painfully hard by his shoulders, making him grit his teeth to stop himself from screaming.

"Where are you taking him?" The emir demmanded as he finally managed to get himself onto his feet.

"Somewhere you'll end up soon" One of the guards laughed as they left the room clucthing the younger they had within thier grasp.

Tintin was pullled through another series of coridoors for a good few minuets before being dragged into a room and was thrown at the feet of an older man.

The man was older than the guards but was not as old as Bab El Ehr. His dark sahara skin was accompanied by thick jet black hair along with dark henious brown eyes, that seemed to pierce the overwhelming darkness in the poorly lit room. Tintin sat there in total silence, scared to say anything in case it was met by another act of violence. The man nodded at the two guards and the next thing Tintin knew he was being pulled over to the over side of the room and forced into a chair. The guards proceeded to tie his wirsts and ankles to the cuffs that were already tightly fastened onto the chair. He wanted to fight this so much but this body wouldn't let him. After the guards where finished they left leaving him alone with the older gentleman, causing his mind to wander, wondering what was going to happen to him next.

The man circled him like a vulture and then moved to the red hit fire in the corner, which was spewing out red hot sparks.

"You really need to be stopped and what better time than now"

Tintin shivered as the man, Amjed, pullled out a glowing red hot poker from the blazing fire and slowly walked towards him. He struggled with his bindings as Amjed approached him, shaking hard with fear.

Amjed laughed at Tintin's reaction, seeing the fear radiate in his eyes was something he enjoyed seeing in his subjects.

"I haven't even touched you yet!" he laughed, exposing his gleaming, white evil teeth. "You're supposed to be Tintin, I pressumed you would be a lot more resiliant than this. Well, at least it'll be easier to get what I want out of you"

"What do you want?" Tintin questioned

"I want to know where the Emir's men are, and don't say you don't know because I know what you're like"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Fine" Amjed scoffed, ready to start inflict nothing but pain upon his subject.

Bringing the red hot poker firmly into his grasp he pressed the searing heat straight against Tintin's shoulder. Tintin couldn't hold back this time round and screamed loudly as the heat seeped into the depths of his skin, burning him from the outside in. Tintin breathed ragged the second that Amjed pulled the poker away.

"Lets try this again shall we" he said, placing the hot poker back into the fire and picking up an exceptionally sharp eight inch blade he marched straight back over to Tintin.

"I Don't know!"

"Oh of course you don't" he scoffed.

He tightly gripped Tintin's shoulder, causing Tintin to grit his teeth as agonizing pain ran through the nerve endings inhabiting his shoulder. Using his other hand, which was holding the knife, he very slowly pressed the silver tip into the skin on his thigh untill a thick line of blood appeared and then just as slowly pulled the knife to the top of his thigh. Tintin stared defiantly into his dark vacant eye's. He couldn't give in and if he was going to go down he would go down fighting.

"I don't know anthing about the current whereabouts of the emir's men and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you" Tintin stated, his voice never wobbling on a single sylable.

"If that's the case, what I'm about to do next will be purely for me only and you have no idea what I am purely capable of"

"I won't give in" Tintin stated, trying his best to control his breathing.

"We'll see about that" Amjed replied as he grabbed his hair tightly and placed the sharp knife against his throat.

Like I said thanks for everyone who's following and reviewing and all the guest reviews. All your great comments keep me writing. There will be so many twists and turns in this story as I've already plotted out where I want this story to go so I hope everyone enjoys it. Thanks for reading and please review if you like the story.