Chapter 3

When Jack woke up, he was lying on the ground. Everything hurt. He struggled to breathe. His cuts stung and his burn hurt like a bitch! He was so cold and he was shaking. He didn't know how long he could last. He would die soon if it didn't stop. He couldn't stop wondering where CTU was. They knew where he was, why weren't they coming to get him? They had to know that he was at the end of his rope by now. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around. He could hear men talking in the distance. John was talking to someone. He recognised the voice… was it one of John's goonies? No, it sounded like… OH GOD! Jack started panicking, it was Joe. Shit! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! He tried to move his hands but he couldn't; they were still tied together over his head. He heard footsteps and feigned unconsciousness. He felt himself being pulled up and he groaned from the pain. God it hurt! He slowly opened his eyes. They stopped pulling him up once he was on his knees. He saw Joe approaching. The man looked mad. He was smirking, obviously enjoying Jack's pain. Joe stopped when he was standing directly in front of Jack. Jack had to crane his neck to be able to see his face but movements brought too much pain. He stared directly in front of him.

"Look at me." said Joe in a quiet voice.

Jack did not obey. Joe waited 30 seconds before he approached Jack and forcefully grabbed his hair and forced him to obey. He stared at him for a couple of seconds. He let go of Jack's and Jack immediately went limp. He was so tired. Out of nowhere Joe slapped him. The hit was so hard Jack's head flipped. It felt like he had pulled a muscle in his neck.

'Great,' thought Jack, 'all I need right now is another injury.'

Joe punched him in the jaw. Jack yelped like a wounded puppy. He started gagging. Blood was starting to spurt down his throat.

"Where's my daughter, Jack?"

Jack spit blood that was collecting in his mouth on Joe. "Fuck you."

Joe angrily tried to rub the blood from his shirt and said. "Pull him up boys. Oh, and make sure he can't touch the ground. I want all his weight to be in his arms."

The boys quickly obeyed and Jack felt himself being lifted off the ground. The pain in his arms and shoulders was more than he could bear. This had to stop. One of the men stepped up to Jack. He smiled. He was holding wires. The wires were attached to a machine. They were going to use electrocution to get him to talk. Jack was scared. He didn't know how long he could last like this. The man pressed the wires against Jack's chest. He felt the electric current immediately. He was lost in the pain. He heard someone screaming and he realised it was himself. He started crying. The man stepped back and Joe grabbed Jack's hair.

"That hurts, doesn't it? Well, this will stop if you tell us where she is."

Jack stared stonily back and struggled to breathe. He felt his shoulders start to dislocate. His body hurt all over.

"Hit him again. This time use more electricity." He turned to Jack and said "We're not going to let you die, Jack. I'll keep you alive if I have to give you a transfusion or even a transplant. You're not going to die until I say you can."

The man stepped forward with the wires. Jack flinched and the man laughed.

Then, there was a huge explosion and a bullet ripped through the man's skull spraying brain matter all over Jack. Jack's rope was cut by a passing bullet and he dropped heavily to the ground. Everything went black.