Prompt(s) Filled: 10. Waterboarding
Gordon gasped as the cloth was pulled from his face. Water spurted from his nose and mouth as he took in gulps of air. He had only just managed to get in a lungful of air before the cloth was back over his face and he couldn't breathe again.
Cold water burned his nostrils and throat, and he involuntarily swallowed. He choked and gasped, but no air got in. His lungs were on fire.
The ordeal went on for a while. The cloth was removed just long enough for him to choke on air, before it was back again. Gordon didn't know if they were shortening the moments of respite, or it just felt that way to him the longer it went on.
His vision was starting to fade.
He didn't know how long he could last.
He felt pain all over.
Pain was all he knew now.
It had been weeks. He'd lost grip of time. His first wounds had healed and new ones had taken their place.
His hopes of being rescued had dwindled. He knew he couldn't let it get him down. The threads of hope that he'd get out of there was the only thing that kept him going. He would see his brothers again.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Fuse didn't let him give up.
Gordon really tried not to. It was hard when that hope was beaten out of him each and every day by fists and chains, but he clung to it like a lifeline. He couldn't let himself slip away.
Slipping, into the darkness that filled this place and threatened to consume his mind until it was all he knew.
He came to with a gasp.
He must have passed out. He choked and coughed up water as he sat up in his seat. His chest heaved, and water dripped down his face and off his chin. He couldn't even be sure there weren't tears mixed in with it.
After his vision had cleared, he lifted his head to see the men responsible for his torment laughing, in a stifled way like they were trying to hide it. Gordon heard it, and it echoed in his skull as they tipped his head back harshly again, and all he could see was water once more.