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Chapter 48
He didn't think that he had made it but, shockingly, he came to. He couldn't see anything and he tried to move his arms, but they were tied behind his back. He was standing up and only then did he feel the massive amount of pain in his leg. He remembered hearing a gun go off in the field and he figured one of the Taliban had shot him.
He couldn't see and he didn't know if they had blinded him or if they had covered his eyes with something. Since his hands were tied behind his back, he couldn't find out if his eyes had been covered. He could hardly move and he panicked and began to yell for help,
"Somebody! I need help here!"
He yelled twice before he heard movement. He stopped yelling and listened as the footsteps rapidly got closer. The footsteps stopped right in front of him and he then felt someone punch him in the jaw. He heard a small cracking noise and he would've fallen down had his hands not been tied behind his back; his back was against a pole and his arms were tied behind that. He listened for more footsteps and listened to see if anyone was going to talk. It seemed like forever until he heard someone say, in a foreign accent,
"I wouldn't scream again if I were you." The voice had come from not even three feet in front of his face.
"Who are you? What do you want?" He yelled. As soon as he yelled, he felt someone punch him in the stomach. It knocked the breath out of him and he felt someone grab the collar of his uniform and the top of his head. The man said, through gritted teeth,
"I told you not to scream. Now, you are going to stand here and you're going to shut up. Do you understand me?" He was still trying to catch his breath and he knew he had to oblige. He nodded and the man patted his head like a dog,
"Good. I'll be back to check on you tomorrow."
"What? You're going to-" The man came and punched him in the jaw again before grabbing his collar,
"Hey! I told you to shut up and not say anything. Now, like I said, I'm going to check on you tomorrow."
The man let his shirt go and Ben heard him walk across the room and he heard a door close before it became quiet once more. His mouth was bleeding where the man had punched him and he spat the blood onto the ground and tried to regain himself. He still couldn't see and he didn't know how much time had passed since he had been in the field where his plane had crashed, or where he even was.
He managed to scoot his hands down the pole and managed to sit down .The ground was made of wood and he had no idea where he could be. He took a deep breath and all he could think to do was pray. He first of all, thanked God for letting him survive the plane crash and that he survived everything he had been through thus far. He asked God to please keep him safe and to please let his angels be with him. He then thought of Allison and his father.
It had been nineteen months since he had seen his father and he couldn't imagine his general going to his father's house and informing his father that his son had been killed. His father, no father for that matter, deserves to hear that kind of news. But it was Allison that took up most of his thoughts.
He wondered what she was doing that second and wondered if she had felt that something was wrong. Wasn't the person you love supposed to somehow know that their loved one was in danger? He began to get tears in his eyes at the thought of his father telling her the news that he had been killed in action. He couldn't imagine it, especially after the fact that he had just gotten back together with her. Her face stayed in his mind and he made a promise to her, his father, and also to himself that he would not die in this place, wherever this place was.
Amazingly, he managed to get a few hours of sleep. He didn't know what time it was, what the date was, or what day it was. The day of the plane crash was August 7th and it was a Wednesday. His term was scheduled to be up on August 22nd, which was just over two weeks. He couldn't believe that everything had happened right when he was supposed to get out.
What he guessed was the next morning, he heard the door open and heard footsteps come into the room. He heard two sets of footsteps this time and he still could not see. He heard whispering and then felt someone stand him up by grabbing his collar and pulling him up. His leg was still in major pain from where he had gotten shot and also in his arm where the shrapnel had been. The man pushed him up against the pole,
"So, you're still alive, huh? That's good; we're going to need you."
He recognized the man's voice as the man who had come in the day before. Ben had gone through some sort of plan in his head of what he was going to do. It was a simple plan, really- he was going to oblige and do what they wanted. He looked up to where he thought the man's face was,
"Please, just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it." He heard them laugh
"We'll get to that. What's your name?"
"Ben."
"Ben what?"
"Ben Carter." He sighed,
"Well, Ben Carter, how long you stay here depends on you."
"Here? I don't even know where he is." The man grabbed his collar again and pulled him towards his face. He was so close that Ben could feel his breath on his face,
"You like to defy me don't you? You'll be all right as long as you shut up."
"Please, I don't even know where I am. I can't see anything and I don't even know what you want from me."
He heard the man sigh and then he felt him pull something off of his face, allowing him to finally see. His eyes quickly adjusted to the light and he saw the man and saw that he was Arabian. He had a full beard and Ben knew he was part of the Taliban. The other man that had come in the room, the one who had not said anything, was standing against the left wall. He looked like a younger version of the man standing in front of him, but with less of a beard.
He finally looked around and saw the room he was in. It was a very small room, not much bigger than a small walk-in closet. It was a dark room with only a small, dull light-bulb hanging down from the ceiling. There were shelves on both sides of the wall with cardboard boxes stacked on top of them. He looked down at his wounds and the bottom half of his leg that had been shot was covered in dry blood and his sleeve was also soaked with blood. He looked back at the man as he said,
"Alright, let's get down to business. Tell us what we want to know or suffer the consequences. That's it, that's all you need to do."
"What do I have to do?"
"Before we get into the details, I just want to let you know that you're a prisoner. You're a prisoner of war Mr. Ben Carter and that means we can, and we will, go to the most extreme measures to get what we want. What we can do to you will have you pleading for death. But all of it can be avoided if you just do one thing. You do one simple thing and we'll let you go." He brought his hands together and looked Ben in the eyes,
"Tell me who, where, when and how America is going to attack Iraq." Ben raised his eyebrow and shook his head,
"I'm sorry sir, I don't know. They haven't discussed anything like that at the base I'm stationed at."
The man brought his hands together again and looked down. He nodded and a sneer appeared across his face. He then, as fast as Ben had seen anyone move, pulled out a knife and slashed both sides of Ben's face. They weren't very big, but they were both, very, very, deep. It shocked him and he barely felt it at first, but then it began to sting. The stinging became worse as it remained an open wound. The man then got right in his face,
"That's like a bug bite compared to what we'll do to you if you don't rethink that answer. I'll be back in a hour to see if you've changed your mind." He opened his mouth to say something, but the man got up and walked out of the door. He called the other man out behind him and he slammed the door shut, leaving Ben alone in the barely- lit room once more.
Ben didn't know what to think. He was willing to do anything to meet the demands of his kidnapper but he was asking a question Ben honestly didn't know the answer to. His generals didn't tell them anything of that night until just before they went on the mission. They would train for everything before getting the exact details of the mission.
He didn't know what he was going to do. The man was very specific with his demands and he wanted to know what he wanted to know- nothing less. He hoped he could reason with him and he would believe that Ben really didn't know anything. He took a deep breath, knowing that his kidnapper wouldn't accept that as an answer. All he could do now was wait for him to come back in a hour.
The time ticked by slowly and, as much as he tried to stop himself, he thought about what his kidnapper had said and wondered what he was going to do to him. Though he was worrying about that, he was grateful that he could see and that the blindfold had been taken off of him.
He managed to sit down by sliding his arms down and he sat in the room for an hour, waiting. His stomach started to growl and he wondered how long it had been since he had eaten. He didn't know how long he had been there ad didn't know what time it was. Since there were no windows in the room, he didn't know if it was day or night time; he figured that it had been at least a day.
His kidnapper finally came back into the room and he figured it had been an hour. The other man that had come in before accompanied him again this time. He brought in a small fireplace of some sorts but Ben didn't have time to think about it. His kidnapper came in and got right to it,
"So, have you changed your answer?"
"You have the wrong guy; I don't know anything about it. If you let me go, I can get you to a person that can tell you what you want to know. I promise." His kidnapper smiled and turned around to face the other guy and said,
"You know what to do."
The guy nodded and came behind him and pulled him up by the arms and held him up as his kidnapper grabbed a metal piece of pipe off of the shelf and held it over the fireplace for a few minutes. Ben looked down and knew what was about to happen. He tried to prepare himself but he didn't have time because the man ripped off his shirt and put the blazing hot piece of metal against his chest. He immediately screamed for a second, then gritted his teeth and tried to hold it in as best he could. He held it against Ben's chest for about ten seconds and then pulled it away. Ben exhaled after holding his breath and looked up at his kidnapper. He figured he had to be in his thirties and remembered how young he looked up close.
"Let me ask you again; have you changed your answer?" He was breathing heavily,
"Please, I don't know anything, I-" The man cut him off and stuck the hot metal against the other side of his chest, this time for thirty seconds. He screamed again and gritted his teeth until he finally pulled it away.
"I can do this all night, Carter; it doesn't hurt me a bit." He looked up again at him, now breathing heavily,
"I'm telling you, you have the wrong guy! I don't know anything!" The man that was behind the pole and who was holding his arms, grabbed the little bit of hair he did have and pulled his head back. He grunted and his kidnapper came over to him and stopped right in front of his face. He pulled his pocket knife out and held it to Ben's throat,
"I told you to stop yelling. If you yell one more time, I'll slit your throat, you hear me?" He gritted his teeth again and nodded. His kidnapper nodded as well and pulled the knife away from his throat. He turned around, but quickly turned back towards Ben and punched him in the jaw. He then turned back around and walked to the door, but stopped in front of it,
"I'll be back tomorrow to see if you've changed your answer. Come on, Hashim, let him be."
Hashim, the man that was holding his head and arms, let go of them both and followed his kidnapper out and left him alone again. He was still breathing heavily and he knew that he was in a world of trouble.
:O kind of a shocking chapter? Told you it could take a big turn. Anyway, hope you semi- enjoyed it? Haha :D
