It had been over three months since Jack's capture. Silas was frustrated with the constant failed attempts of getting the information about the 'Autobot base' out of Jack. He had greatly underestimated the boy. If it was any other person in his place, that person would have broken by now. Yet Jack Darby refused to break.
He didn't realise why Airachnid refused to hurt the boy. When they first met she was very keen on killing Jack and mounting his head on a wall like a trophy. But now, she was behaving like he was her freaking boyfriend. Even going as far as threatening to destroy Silas if they kill Jack. He could even tell that she didn't liked the fact that they were torturing Jack, even a little bit.
Silas sighed as he watched the computer monitor, showing what's happening inside Jack's cell. The said teen was currently lying on his berth. His hands and legs were still restrained. Two medics were working on healing his more foetal wounds so that he won't die from his injuries.
Silas had to admit, Jack's loyalty towards the Autobots was rather impressive. And the Autobots seemed to be worried about the boy as well. He was having a hard time keeping the Autobots away from finding Jack.
(At Jack's cell)
Jack was lying on his berth with his eyes closed. His body aching from pain as the two medics worked on healing some of his wounds. While the medics made sure he lived, they also made sure the healing process is as painful as possible. Jack had no other choice but to endure all this. Suddenly the door leading to his cell opened and Silas came inside. Another man followed him, pushing the trolley that contained his torture equipments. The man placed the trolley beside his berth, after which the medics along with the man left the room.
"You know Mr. Darby, I have been rather patient with you. But now you're starting to get on my nerves." Silas said as he set up his tools.
"I will take that as a compliment." Jack shot back with a cocky grin.
"Ah, we will see how much attitude you will have after I am done." Silas said and went over to Jack, holding a scalpel in his hand.
He dragged the scalpel across Jack's bicep. And then moved over to his other body parts. Silas went on for a long time, making multiple cuts on Jack's stomach, thighs, and chest.
"You think you're some kind of hero? Huh!?" Silas said as he stabbed Jack's left arm with the scalpel and tore off the ligaments.
Jack screamed in pain at that, but before he could recover, Silas stabbed his left bicep multiple times with the scalpel, tearing pieces of muscles every time he pulled the blade out.
"You're just a pathetic boy Jack! Pathetic!"
Silas used the scalpel to stab Jack in the stomach and then pulled the blade out. Jack groaned as he felt the insides of his stomach burning. If his knowledge on anatomy was correct, then it must be the stomach acid that was leaking due to the injury.
Silas went over to the trolley and picked up the electrocution device and used it to electrocute Jack. He did it again and again until he felt satisfied. He then went over to the trolley and picked up a chisel. He went back to Jack and held his left hand down and used the chisel to chop off his middle finger. Jack screamed out in pain. Silas grinned in satisfaction as he heard the boy's screams.
"I am giving another chance Mr. Darby, tell me where the Autobot base is?" Silas spoke.
"Never!" Jack gasped out.
This in turn, disappointed Silas as it wasn't the reaction he was expecting. He replied to the statement by chopping off another of Jack's fingers.
"You think you can keep up with this Jack! You brat have no idea what I am about to do with you." Silas said.
He then took an injection from the trolley and stabbed it in Jack's neck. In a few seconds Jack felt like his blood veins would burst. The pain was way overwhelming, and he was sure he would've blacked out by now. But for some reason he couldn't. He was awake and completely aware of every ounce of body in pain. Jack by this point was too weak to even scream. His throat was hoarse due to all the screaming he had done. Jack could just silently endure as he waited for all this to be over.
"You feeling that Mr. Darby?" He heard Silas say "It's a specially made toxin. Causes unimaginable pain while keeping your brain completely awake and functional. So that you can feel every single ounce of the pain. Pretty good thing to use when you're interrogating someone."
"I….. can… see that…." Jack groaned.
"Ohh, you've got a lot more to see Mr. Darby..." Silas venomously said and cut off Jack's thumb, making the boy jerk in pain.
"And we've just started." He finished and severed another finger.
Silas enjoyed the pained moans and screams of Jack. He then cut off the remaining finger in Jack's left hand, completely rendering it useless. Silas then took a bottle from the trolley. Opening the cap, Silas poured the contents of the bottle all over Jack's left arm. Some drops of the liquid hit the left side of Jack's face too. Jack screamed out loudly in agony as he felt his arm and part of his face burning.
"Sulfuric acid. A really strong acid used in industrial purpose. Well, you can see what it can do to a human body. " Silas said.
It would be a lie if he said he wasn't enjoying this. The boy had caused him a heck lot of trouble. And he was looking forward to make him pay for that.
"Such a weak boy. It's no wonder your father left you."
Silas took a rectangular container from the trolley and walked over to Jack's right side. He opened the container and poured it's contents on Jack's chest, stomach and legs. Even amidst all the pain, Jack could recognise the strong smell of gasoline.
"Come on Jack. Just speak up. Do you really think playing hero would do you any good?" Silas offered.
Jack answered that by spitting on Silas. Silas wiped the blood and spit off him and pulled out his lighter and ignited the gasoline he had poured over the raven haired teen earlier. Jack could only endure the pain of being burnt alive. He could feel the intense heat, the sizelling of his skin, the smell of his own skin and flesh burning almost made him throw up. After a while the fire died down, leaving Jack with huge burn wounds. Jack was panting and trying to take deep breaths in order to deal with the pain.
"You still think that the Autobots will come and save you, huh!?" Silas said as he walked over to Jack's head while holding a scalpel in his hand.
"What makes you think that they will care enough to do that?" Silas said in a mocking tone.
"They will come for me……. I know it…." Jack tried to argue.
"Do you really think that they will bother rescuing someone such as you? Do you really believe you are worth something to them? That they care about you?"
"They-they are l-like my family. They do-do care…." Jack managed to say before he was cut of by Silas.
"Like your father cared about you? Huh! They're centuries old battle hardened soldiers Jack. How hard would it be for them to fake their emotions and use you." Silas said.
Silas could see that his words were starting to affect the young man. He continued, "You're just a burden Jack! A useless, pathetic burden! I bet if it wasn't for your mother worrying about what the neighbours will say behind her back, she would have dumped you at the nearest orphanage like yesterday's garbage."
"Strong enough to save others. Too weak to save yourself. You're just a disappointment Jack. You would never worth anything."
"STOP!! THAT'S ALL LIE!!" Jack screamed out with whatever strength he had. Tears were flooding his eyes and rolling down his cheek.
His outburst however was rewarded by Silas with a hit to his left eye with scalpel. The blade had not only cut part of his forehead above his eye, but also had injured his left eye beyond repair.
Silas took the bottle of acid poured the last few drops of the acid on the left side of Jack's face, leaving the teen in agony.
"Mark my words Jack. You mean nothing to your so called 'family'. They have abandoned you." Silas said as he left the room.
Now alone in his cell, Jack was left with Silas's words still ringing in his ears.
"They-they didn't abandoned me, did they? A-Arcee would never do that….." Jack thought.