Sorry for the hiatus in posting chapters of this story. For some reason I could not access document manager. It has just come back on, hurrah! (If anyone has also encountered this, I'd love to know how to stop it in future.)

Anyway, on with the story.


Somewhere

He was back in the original room.

He lay on the floor, curled in a ball of hurt and pain.

They had laid into him with night-sticks and fists as he hung in his chains. His kidneys and stomach had been the main targets but most other parts of his anatomy had received their fair share of attention. Only his face had been left alone.

Blood still dripped from cuts on his arms and he watched, mind numb, as it fell into the growing pool on the floor. He wasn't losing enough to kill him – unfortunately.

He had given up trying to work out what they wanted. Why they asked him about Neela and Hassan. Nothing made sense, nothing at all. All he knew was that if he didn't get out of here soon, he would die.

He had one hope – Jack Harkness – but hope was fading.