Chapter Twenty

The First Day

Jake slowly began to regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked around the new room he was in. The room was lit by torched that now hung from concrete walls. Weapons of all kinds decorated the room with their dark luster. Down beneath Jake was dried blood that had splattered on the floor from the numerous victims that had entered the room before him.

Jake tried to move his arms and legs but found it impossible. They had been shackled to the concrete slab Jake now lay upon. The slab stood in a downward slant, with Jake facing the large, evil looking door that led in and out of the room. A large mirror hung from the wall to his left. Jake's heart began to race as he struggled against the chains, trying to free himself.

Jake tried to come up with some sort of plan to escape but nothing came to mind. He was trapped and helpless. No way out. Then the door opened and the Huntsmaster walked into the room. By the look in his eyes Jake quested he was happy. He shut the door behind him without a word and walked over to the wall. He looked over each of them with care. His eyes stopped at a large pair of metal gloves. He took them from the wall and put them on his hands. He flexed his fingers within the gloves and made a fist.

The gloves were a bright and shiny silver color with a large knob on the back. The knob was a dark blue and seemed to have many different notches it could turn to. The Huntsmaster turned the knob to the middle setting and turned to face Jake.

"I shall give you one last chance. Tell me what I want to know and I shall spare you the pain I am about to inflict upon you dragon," the Huntsman said calmly.

"I won't betray my family or my kind!" Jake yelled.

"Boy you've already betrayed them. When you allied with me you turned your back on them. When you helped me get the final two orbs you threw away their trust. And when you battled your dragon master you labeled yourself as a traitor! It's too late to use that excuse,"

"My answer is no!"

"I was hoping you'd saw that," The Huntsman held up his gauntlet and aimed it at Jake. Suddenly blue lightning shot out of the glove and struck Jake in the chest. The lightning spread out through his whole body causing immense pain.

Jake's cries of pain echoed through the torture room. Jake wriggled and swarmed trying to escape the pain but it was useless. The Huntsman kept it up for about five minutes before he stopped.

"How does that feel?" asked the Huntsman. Jake didn't respond.

"I asked you a question how does it feel?" again no response from Jake.

"If you won't answer, I guess it wasn't enough pain for you." The Huntsmaster again started to electrocute Jake and again the screaming resumed. The pain of the electrocution was unbearable. Jake had never felt pain like this. He wanted it to desperately stop but he knew it wouldn't. He wasn't going to tell the Huntsmaster anything. He wasn't going to answer any questions. Jake was going to persevere.

After a few more hours of electrocution and questioning the Huntsmaster decided to change his tactics. So he reset the slab to hang in a ninety degree angle. Jake hung from the slab only held up by the shackled on his wrists.

"I'll let you hang around for a while and see how you feel later," said the Huntsman as he left the room. Jake really didn't understand why the Huntsmaster was doing this but he figured it couldn't be worse than the electrocution. But it was going to get far far worse.

Seven O'clock that night.

Jake had been hanging from the slab or what seemed like an eternity. Blood was dripping from his wrists and ran down his arms. His arms were incredibly sore. Jake was feeling light headed from losing blood. He started to become light headed and his stomach felt empty.

Jake was about to pass out when the Huntsman came back into the room.

"I have to admit not many would still be awake and many others would have already given up. You are a strong one." The Huntsman signaled with his hand two other Huntsclan members came into the room. They unshackled Jake and took him of the slab.

"Well since your not talking I'll see you tomorrow same time Dragon." Jake was taken out of the room and lead back to his cell. Jake was so tired he didn't struggle. When they got to his cell the two men opened the door and threw him on the dark stone floor and left him there.

Jake didn't even attempt to move. He just lied there and started to drift off to sleep when a voice from another cell came ringing down the hall.

"So dragon you got caught huh! Well serves you right!"

"Who…Who are you?" Jake called back.

"You sell me to the Huntsclan and you don't even remember me!" the voice yelled outraged.

"Herbert!"

"Yes it's me! Well it sounds like they gave you a hard time earlier."

"What are you talking about?"

"I could hear your screams from my cell! And you deserve it! You can't imagine how much I enjoyed your screams!"

"I'm sorry,"

"You're sorry! That's all you have to say! Well you'll really be sorry when the Huntsclan gets done with you!" Herbert fell silent. Jake again laid his head down and closed his eyes. He was truly sorry but maybe Herbert had a point. Maybe this was his punishment.

"Gramps where are you," Jake murmured before he drifted off to sleep.

A/N; I know, not the most exiting but the next one will be. Well review and I'll keep writing.