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I awoke to find myself in another room. It was much bigger and looked as if it were an office from the desk that sat across from where I was chained. I looked around and soon realized I was not the only one in the room.

"Ah, Doctor Maturin, how glad I am to see you awake," a man with a strong French accent remarked. He stepped forward and I saw that he was a rather evil looking man. His face had a smirk painted upon it and his cold eyes could compare with those of snakes as his pupils resembled slits in the light. "We can begin our questioning now."

He called out and two men entered, one with a chair and another with a metal rod. I was taken down from the wall and roughly forced into the chair. The ill-looking man that had spoken to me walked in front of the chair and sat on the desk that I had seen just moments before. The man that had walked in with the rod now stood in front of a fireplace and was heating the metal object up and he only took it out when it was red with heat.

"Doctor Maturin," the French man began, "I am going to ask you some questions, and for every time you do not answer, you will be punished. Now, we know of your friend, Aubrey, apparently he is a very important captain in the Royal Navy. Tell me, where is he heading? What is his mission?"

I looked that man in his snake-like eyes and did not reply. I would not sell out my friend to this man, no matter the punishment and after he realized this he took one of my hands and mused, "Doctor, your hands are no doubt your most important tool in your line of work are they not?" I cringed as he traced an unseen pattern upon my hands, but still did not reply. "You know, it would be ashamed if they were to be injured somehow. Then you wouldn't have the ability of performing surgery." He looked down at me to see if I looked as though I were giving in.

I looked him into the eyes once more and hissed, "You can do what you want with me, but I will never give in to your petty threats."

The smirk upon the man's face increased and he gave a fake sigh and took the hot, metal rod and put it hazardously close to my hands and replied, "I can do anything and you won't tell, eh? Well, we might just have to test that theory," he said coolly and he plunged the end of the pole into my hands.

The searing pains shot through me as I soon became aware of the incredible burning sensation in my hands. I gave a shriek, though I tried my hardest not to, and the man laughed wickedly as he again and again stabbed my hands with the burning stake.

I took in short, shallow breaths trying to get the pain to stop, but it was increased when I heard and smelt my own flesh sizzling. The sound almost made me sick. I closed my eyes tightly and I tried to pull away, but the man just attacked my hands with more force.

Madness flickered through the man's eyes and he pushed me over so I tumbled onto the ground. When he saw I was there, he began to strike my huddled body and the pain came more ruthlessly than before. My shirt was beginning to set on fire and I began to roll to stop the fire, but found that this only brought more pain. That is when I realized that my strength was now failing me and my bravery began to crumble. I began to weep wildly and shook with a mixture of fear and pain. My eyes began to unfocus and I knew that I was slipping.

The evil man gave me a swift kick in the stomach just to make sure that I was in enough pain. He turned to the two other men and exclaimed, "I think he's had enough! Take him to a cell down stairs and chain his feet and hands! He gets no food and show him no pity! This should teach a lesson."

"Aye, sir," the men responded almost automatically and everything went black.