The room fell silent as the soldiers waited for Chow to get up in hushed anticipation. Kim and Jack both stopped struggling, although Jack was scared he was satisfied with himself, even in his dreadful condition he had been able to fight back. Chow pulled his overweight frame to his feet slowly, and then his response to Jacks assault was immediate.
The large and heavy foot came stomping down on Jacks shin, right where the sledge hammers assault had left off, below the knee. The scream thundered off of the walls as the pain roared through Jacks leg, twisting and turning its way through his limb as he gasped for air and clawed at the floor to release the pressure building up, he felt like he could implode. Its sudden intensity was too much and he began to panic as he saw Chows foot raise again. He blacked out when the foot came down a second time; it was his only defence left.
Kim was cowering in the corner now, crouched down with her hands plastered over her ears as she tried to block the horrendous yell of pain from her ears. Even in its absence it swirled around her head - a sound she would never forget. She had seen the condition of his limb when they had first allowed her into his cell, like the rest of his body it was broken and battered. Only this marked their degree of brutality, it illustrated there lack of morality as they had abused the limb; just like the rest of him - and for what?
He hadn't killed the man, which is what they claimed they were punishing him for. And even if her father had been the man to pull the trigger - it had saved thousands and thousands of lives, hundreds of those people being Chinese. Didn't that matter to those people? It was a silly thing to ask, of course they didn't. They would do the same to their own people, they didn't care. Just like the government didn't care, she thought angrily, and if it wasn't for Heller and Palmer they would leave him here to rot.
'I'm not leaving him,' she thought defiantly, 'I don't care if it takes years to free him, I can't leave him here to live like this.'
Her head spun back around to Jack when she herd coughing, he was struggling to come too as his tried to breathe through the hacking coughs. Kim began to move when a soldier stood before her shaking her head, she could only watch.
Chow kicked Jack onto his side and began to laugh as Jack coughs turned to a gag before he quickly began to vomit. Once finished Chow began to tut at him mockingly before ordering him to clean his mess up. Now laid on his back exhausted and shaking from the pain still flooding through him, he could only stare up at Chow as his eyes fluttered, he was beyond tired. He couldn't do this anymore.
Chow stood over Jack as he watched his eyes weakly close then flutter back open, he knew he had pushed this man farther than others; it would be over soon.
"Are you disobeying me?"
Jacks eyes closed again as he rolled his head to the side, mentally preparing himself for the next blow. Chows foot hovered over the mangled leg again, but it was Kim's scream which stopped him from throwing it down on her father. She was fighting against the soldier again, desperate to stop the influx of pain being inflicted on Jack.
Jack rolled back over, not noticing his mess as he did so, and tried to call out to her. He lifted his arm weakly before dropping it back to the floor. He was calling out to her. Kim watched as her stomach turned again, she couldn't let him live like this.
Chow watched the ordeal and smiled as he leaned over and pulled Jack up by his hair so he was resting against the wall leant over, one hand steadying himself against it as he hovered his injured leg in the air again, desperate to protect it from more pain. Once Chow was sure the man would stay he walked over to his chair and picked up his sledgehammer. Jack paled and his whole body began to tremble as Chow stood before him, caressing the weapon which had already caused too much destruction.