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Near three hours later, Torn comes back, carrying my unconscious brother in his arms.
"Jak!" I cry as I see him. Torn goes into Jak's cell, I can only assume to lie him on the bed, before coming to me.
"He'll be fine, he just needs rest." He says apologetically. I stand up and walk to the door as he opens it. He takes my hand ever so gently as he starts to lead me out of the holding area, towards what looks like a torture device in the centre of a room with what looks like an endless drop around the platform with the device. I whimper and try to hide behind Torn. He whispers an apology to me and gently leads me out.
Errol smirks as he sees my teary eyes and terrified expression. He takes my hand from Torn and pulls me none to gently towards the device. I cry out in surprise and pain as I trip and he yanks me harshly along, not giving me time to stand up and scuffing my legs.
"Errol, you don't have to put her through more pain than necessary!" Torn shouts. Errol growls and yanks me to my feet so my knees stop grazing before continuing to pull me towards the device. He pushes me so I trip back onto it and pulls my arms taught to either side before binding them tightly down. I whimper and let the tears fall from my eyes as he does the same to my ankles and lowers the device towards my chest. He smirks one last time and I look around for Torn, seeing him behind a glass pane, probably looking down at screens. Errol sees me fidgeting and binds me with a fifth strap around my waist before walking back down the path that he had dragged me along. He disappears from my line of vision. I whimper and look around frantically for Torn as a beacon of hope. He looks up and smiles sadly at me, as though apologising.
The set of needles above me starts to move and I clench my fists so hard that the nails digging into my palms make them bleed. I screw my eyes shut and brace myself. The longest needle pierces my skin with the tiniest prick, and for a few seconds, nothing. I start to relax, thinking the pin prick was all, even dare to open my eyes.
I regret it instantly.
The pain that lacerates my body rips a scream from my throat, and had I not been restrained around my torso my body would have arched too far. I hear muffled shouts somewhere nearby, and suddenly, the pain dulls. I feel the bindings loosening and gentle warmth surrounding me. More shouts. The warmth wraps tighter around me and I moan in pain. I feel my body getting colder and become aware that the warmth holding me is moving. Something touches my face and my eyes creak open. Through my tears I see the rusty dreadlocks and the dark teal eyes. I murmur his name, trying to say something, but the words to my thought are lost as darkness overtakes my vision. A muffled shout. My body shakes and something strokes my face so gently. It's comforting, but pain is pushing back my consciousness and I slip away with thoughts of my red haired savior.