The following chapter contains extremely graphic and violent subject material
Jacob was woken up to the sudden dousing of ice cold water being dumped in his face. He coughed and sputtered, trying to bring his hands up to wipe his face but being unable to move. Opening his eyes slowly, he was greeted by the flickering light of a cheap incandescent bulb being shone directly in his eyes. He blinked in the light, trying to figure out where he was, ultimately being unable to see past the light. He tried to move his hands again, rattling the chains that held them to some sort of structure. He turned his head, looking around at his limbs and finding himself chained to a large metal X. Struggling against his restraints, he rattled the chains in hopes of breaking them. A loud booming laughter alerted him to the presence of someone else in the room with him. Jacob squinted in the bright light, barely able to make out an outline of a very large person sitting just off to the left from where the light originated.
"He's awake," the booming voice called out, echoing throughout the room. "There for a while i was worried my men had killed you."
"You couldnt be so lucky," Jacob choked out, still coughing up water. "Where am i?"
"Where does not matter," the voice answered, chuckling again. "If you tell me what i need to know, you won't be here long."
"Wheres Sara?" Jacob asked, ignoring the man's response. "The woman i was was with, where is she."
"You'll see her soon," the voice promised.
"I swear if you hurt her…"
"You'll what?" boomed the man, sending the chair he was sitting on careening away with a screech as he stood up. "Rattle your chains at me?"
The man stepped forwards meer inches away from Jacob, crossing his arms and laughing at him. Jacob tried to lunge at him, only to be held fast against his restraints. The more Jacob struggled, the more the man seemed to become amused.
"Lot of fight in this one," the man quipped out loud. "Makes it more fun to break him."
Small echoes of agreement began to sound throughout the room, causing Jacob to lift his head and try to see where they originated from. He could barely make out a few dozen shadows without any clue as to anything else. The man raised his arms high in a sort of wide gesture before speaking in a strange language.
Jacob blinked, trying to focus on the man as the light flickered rapidly. The man was tall, at least from Jacobs perspective. His head was bald and oily, the light casting off of its sheen. His clothes were an oddity, dressing no longer in the jungle camouflage he originally wore. Instead the man wore a light beige shirt and dark pants. Multiple knife sheaths hung from his belt, circling from his sides to what Jacob could only guess, the whole way around his body. The man stood so close Jacob could smell his putrid breath, gaining a look at his mangled teeth every time he laughed.
"Shall i begin?" He asked the crowd, drawing an oddly jagged blade from one of his sheaths and holding it up high.
He lowered the knife, bringing its point down to rest on Jacobs chest. The metal was cold, sending an involuntary shiver through Jacobs muscles.
"Im going to ask you questions," the man boomed, tapping the blades point lightly against Jacobs chest. "You will answer them."
"Do your worst," Jacob spat, literally spitting in the mans face.
The man laughed in his booming voice again, raising his opposite hand up to wipe the phlegm away.
"A few years ago," The man began, tapping the blade in a rhythmic pattern. "A group of mercenaries used this here Island to manufacture a new high end drug named Slam. Where is the cache?"
"I dont know what your talking about," Jacob replied sternly.
The man laughed, digging the tip of his blade into jacobs chest. Flesh split as he ran the blade down his chest, blood beginning to trail behind it. Jacob winced, squeezing his eyes shut and refusing to give him the satisfaction of screaming.
"Do you play baseball?" the man asked, lifting the knife and taking a step back. "Of course you do, your American. See, we don't have baseball in Haiti. Football yes, but no baseball. After leaving Haiti, i find it everywhere."
Jacob glared at the man in confusion.
"My point is, that is what they would call, strike one." The man answered, spinning the knife by its point on his finger. "I know the operatives would have stored away some of their product in a safe location. Where is it?"
"I've only been on this island for a few days," Jacob answered. "I haven't even seen any other people here."
The man dug his knife in again, cutting another large gash across Jacobs chest. Blood began to roll down his muscles, coating the knife and the forming a small puddle underneath Jacob.
"Strike two," The man gloated, smiling through his rotting teeth. "Are you working for Argus?"
Jacob silently glared at the man, despite recognizing that name. The man waited a few minutes dangling to knife over another section of Jacobs chest.
"Strike three," The man boomed, sheathing knife. "You're out."
Jacob looked at him confused, wondering what was coming next. The man turned around, shouted something in the same foreign language as before. After a few seconds, a low response came out of the darkness. The man spun around, swinging wildly with a right hook. His massive fist connected with the side of Jacobs head, knocking him unconscious.
"Take him away," he instructed waving at two men behind the light. "and bring me the gil, I want to have some real fun."
The two men nodded, grabbing Jacob's unconscious body under the arms and dragging him away. A row of lights flickered on from the ceiling, illuminating a large concrete room with a balcony running complete around the room. Men and women dressed in luxurious attire paced around the balcony, murmuring to each other whilst sipping beverages from tall glasses.
After a few minutes, the the two men returned dragging Saras naked, unconscious body forth. They hefted her up, chaining her arms to the metallic structure before securing her legs. With a leering look, they stepped away and the bald man signalled someone in the corner. With a flicker of the overhead lights, the murmuring among the crowd slowly died to silence. The lights flipped completely out, leaving only the cheap incandescent bulb shining directly into Sara's face.
The man shouted an order in his foreign tongue to one of his men, the later coming forth with a large bucket filled with water. The minion tossed it into saras face with a smirk, eyes holding too long as the water dripped down her bare breasts before returning to his post behind the light.
Sara coughed and sputtered, tossing her blonde hair out of her face with a shake of her head. She looked around the room, blinking a few times in the bright light before spotting her shackled wrists. she gave them a shake, sending the rattling echo throughout the room. The man laughed, loudly and in his booming manor.
"I love how everyone's first idea is to rattle the chains," he laughed, stepping into the light. "It tickles me in such a lovely fashion."
Sara glared at him wordlessly in response.
"Strong and silent?' he growled, pressing his face dangerous close to hers. "It will be more….pleasurable...breaking you then."
She slammed her forehead as hard as she could into his face, catching him in the side of the head and opening a small wound. Blood ran down his face, ruby droplets standing out against his onyx skin. Sara grinned in triumph, that grin disappearing when the man started to laugh. He raised his hand up, wiping the blood away before smearing it across her face.
"Usually i like to be the one to draw first blood," he boomed, drawing a wicked looking curved blade from behind his back.
He brought the knife up to her face first, lightly dragging its sharpened point across her cheekbones.
"Now i would absolutely hate to ruin such a lovely face," he taunted, gliding the knife around. "But if you don't answer me, ill be forced to mar it."
Still Sara remained silent. The man twitched his hand, causing the knife to bite into her flesh and opening a shallow cut just below her right eye. Her eye twitched in response, blood slowly welling up and beginning to creep down her cheek.
"Nothing?" he asked, switching the knife to the opposite side of her face. "Maybe im not asking the right questions. Very well. A few years ago, A group of mercenaries used this here Island to manufacture a new high end drug named Slam. Where is the cache?"
Sara stayed silent, staring past the man and maintained her composure. The man in return, drew open another line in her flesh, directly under her left eye. This time the blood sprang forth rapidly, dripping down her cheek and landing on her breast before rolling farther.
"Still nothing?" he asked again, frowning slightly. "My dear, this hard to get thing is becoming tiresome."
The man's knife drifted down her face ever so slowly, catching her lips on the descent. Still farther down his trailed, leaving a pink scratched line down her pale skin. He reached her breasts and grinned madly. Saras muscles began to twitch uncomfortably as he slowly circled her breasts with his knife, gaining amusement at how subtly she reacted.
"Ahh at last, a response!" he boomed, laughing in triumph. "Now, tell me where their cache is hidden!"
Silence again was his only answer, Sara defiantly staring past him. He rolled his eyes at her defiance, drawing a ruby red line across her upper chest, sending more blood silently creeping down both her breasts. She winced ever so slightly, willing herself not to cry out in any sort.
The mans face instantly grew dark with anger. He lifted his blade from her flesh before hooking it directly underneath her breast, right where it met her chest, preparing to cut.
"You will answer me," he threatened. "Are you working with Argus?"
Sara defiantly remained silent. The man's lip curled upwards in a snarl, hand lifting the knife and breast up enough to draw a line of blood. WIth a loud cough, a command came from one of the viewers on the balcony. The man hesitated, lowering his knife before answering in the same language as before. A reply came, its voice feminine and from the reaction on the torturers face, was not one he wanted to hear. WIth a disappointed look, he grunted and sheathed his knife, but not before grabbing both of Saras breasts, squeezing them tightly and putting face to her ear.
"I await the pleasure of our next encounter," he whispered into her ear, the rotting stench of his breath wafting to her nose.
The man moved away before she could retaliate in any way. With a quick swing, his fist connected with her face, leaving her dazed but not unconscious. The crowd whispered it's surprise before the man again swung at her face. A resounding crack echoed out as his fist met her face again, sending her reeling into unconsciousness and leaving a dark red mark on her cheek. Saras body slumped against the chains as the man ordered his minions forward to release her. They obliged, and with a few moments of their own groping, drug her out of the room.
Sara woke to the sound of a cell door clicking shut. Groggily she sat up, feeling around in the dimly lit room. She heard her jailer walking away, boot heals on concrete flooring giving off a slight thumping sound. Her hand touched something warm, moving closer to it she determined it to be Jacobs arm. Quickly she moved closer, her hands scrambling over his body inspecting it for wounds. Her fingers trailed down his chest, running over his muscles till the slipped in still wet blood. She moved her face closer, trying to peer into the dark. From what she could determine by limited sight and touch, the newest wounds had bisected his old scars. A wet, semi dried crust was forming in lumps on his chest. She felt higher for his neck, finding his pulse weak but still there and sighed.
"Jacob," she hissed into the dark, shaking him gently. "Wake up."
He did not stir, pulse not rising either. Sara tapped her ear, hoping to activate her comms unit but finding nothing there but flesh. Dammit, must have been dislodged when they knocked me out, she thought to herself. She peered around in the darkness, trying to fully gauge their surroundings. As far as she could see, they were in a concrete and metal cell. The floor was damp, from blood or moisture, she could not tell. She could hear the ticking and skittering of a small animal running across the floor, probably a rat. With careful movement, she felt for the cell door, finding it with her fingertips and standing up. She inched along the intricate pattern, feeling for any weakness in the twisted together pattern. After a few moments of blindly feeling along, she came to the cell door, running her fingers along its hinges and down to a flat square she hoped was the lock. The metal was rusted and cold, fingers identifying the lock as one from the old cellblock Oliver had mentioned to her that resided on the Lian Yu. Good, she thought to herself, that means were at least somewhere on the island. She gripped the cold metal in both her hands, giving a strong pull on the cell door. It remained closed, defying her. She knelt down, feeling around the damp floor for anything useful, in hopes of picking the lock. Unfortunately, nothing showed itself. Somewhere past the cell bars she heard a door open, giving a flash of light to the cell and momentarily showing Sara her surroundings. Footsteps shuffled closer, a dim light accompanying them. Sara squinted, trying to identify the person. The figure approaching was a young girl, skin as dark as her torturers, her face marred with crossing scars. She couldn't have been more than a teenager, her eyes downcast as she shuffled closer to the cell door. In one hand, she held a small candle, barely giving enough light to dispel the thick darkness. In the other, a small vial filled with a clear liquid.
"Hello there," Sara called in the most calming tone she could muster and trying to smile. "Can you help us?"
"Im only supposed ta give you dis," the girl replied in a quiet voice, holding out the vial of liquid.
"For ya friend."
"What is it?" Sara asked, slowly reaching for it.
"It make him betta," the girl replied, recoiling in fear the moment Saras fingers touched the vial. "He like to cut on em when they whole."
"The man with the knives?" Sara asked, holding the vial up to her eyes and trying to discern what was in it. "Who is he?"
"I hear him called The Haitian. Him do this," she said, lifting her empty hand to the scars on her face.
Sara uncorked the vial, very carefully taking a sniff of its contents, finding it had no odor at all.
"Give that to ya friend, he make betta," the little girl insisted. "I has to go."
The little girl turned to leave, shuffling a few steps.
"Hey wait," Sara called. "Do you have a key? Can you let us out?"
"Can no do that," the girl replied, without turning around to face Sara. "Him do this again. Give ya friend the drink."
The girl shuffled away, the darkness of the cells creeping back behind her as the dim candle moved farther and farther away. There was another flash of light and a loud thud as the door closed behind her, leaving Sara to wonder. She shook her head in frustration, feeling her way back towards Jacobs body. With some prodding of her fingers, she found his head and held his mouth open, pouring the vials contents into his mouth. He coughed and sputtered as the liquid descended down his throat. Sara waited, hearing nothing happen. She felt down his body, hands searching for any change in his injuries. Her fingers came to the first of his cuts, finding the wound slowly sealing itself shut. She frowned in the darkness, feeling down to the other wounds and finding them doing the same. Lazarus water, she guessed, hoping she was wrong. The Haitian must be connected to The League, but why would they be looking for some drug like Slam? Why would they be here, now? Why didn't they recognized her as one of their own? She pondered the questions, coming up with no answers that made any sense.
Jacob coughed and stirred, breaking Sara from her mental questioning with a groan. He tried to sit up, moaning in pain before laying back down onto the damp concrete. She felt his hands shoot out from his sides, searching around in the darkness and finding her naked thigh.
"Sara?" he coughed, voice horse and wavering.
"I'm here," she assured, reaching down to take his hand and giving it a squeeze.
"Where are we?" he asked, groaning as he tried to sit up again, this time succeeding and sitting with his back to the wall.
"In a cell," she answered. "Still on Lian Yu, i think."
"Haven't you been on the island before?"
"Yes, but not on its entirety. I wasn't here as long as Ollie. He's mentioned there being cells here but ive never seen them."
"Great," he sighed, trying to stand up. "How do we get out?"
"I dont know," she admitted. "There wasn't even supposed to be any people here, Gideon did a check of the timeline and even scanned the Island when we arrived."
"She must have made a mistake somehow. Can't you radio her or something."
"Pretty sure i lost it when they knocked me out," she sighed, leaning her head against the cold concrete wall as she watched his shadow move about. She watched as he took a few steps, shakily at first then standing solid. "How do you feel?"
"Im fine, i guess," he muttered, touching his chest. "Its weird, i know that man cut me with a knife, i can feel where he did but now there's no wound…"
She heard him bump the cell door, cursing low when he did. He took a few more steps, bumping blindly into her leg as he fumbled around in the darkness. She reached up, finding his hand in the darkness and tugged it down, hoping to get him to sit. Thankfully he did, maneuvering his way beside her.
"A little girl came in here not long ago and gave me a vial of liquid. Said it was to make you better." Sara told him. "I think it may have been waters from the Lazarus pit."
"Doesn't the League safeguard them on this earth?" he asked, bewildered.
"They're the only known people aside from Dahmien Dark to have access to it, yes."
"Then why…."
"I don't know Jacob," she hissed, cutting him off. "I have as few answers as you do right now."
Jacob went silent, fumbling around in the dark with his fingers. Darkness and silence poured around them for a few minutes.
"Im sorry kid," Sara sighed, reaching for his hand. "This wasn't supposed to happen."
He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Are you hurt?" he asked turning towards her and trying to look her over in the darkness.
"I've had worse," she laughed, cracking a grin and shrugging. "You were worse off."
She heard him sigh and try to move his hand from hers, instead she reached up and pulled his shoulders towards her, making him lay his head in her lap. He relented, resting his head on her thighs. They sat in silence for a few moments, Sara absently playing with his hair with her fingers.
"Are we going to talk about what happened?" he asked, breaking the silence. "The waterfall…."
"Shhh." she whispered. "Think of a way to get out of here instead."
He sighed, the guilt of his actions weighing heavily on his heart. He closed his eyes, trying to rest his weary mind. His last thoughts before sleep came to him were of Thea and how he ached to see her smile again.
They were both awakened a few hours later by rough hands pulling Jacobs arms up and shoving him out of the cell door. Jacob groggily tried to make sense of what was happening, only managing to catch a glimpse of several armed persons pointing rifles at Saras face before barking orders to her in a foreign language. The two pulling Jacob hoisted him onto his feet and shoved him through the doors opening. Bright lights flooded his vision, causing him to raise his hands to his eyes and blink in the blinding flash. He stumbled forth, disorientated from sleep. His two escorts shoved him forward again, falling against the cold concrete. He blinked and looked around, finding himself in the same torture room as before, only this time two metal Xs were set up. His escorts grabbed his hands, dragging him forward as the booming man stepped forward with a menacingly large syringe in his hand. He tried to fight, wrenching away from the man but the two held him still. The booming man plunged the syringe into Jacobs neck, emptying its contents into his veins. Jacob tried to pull away but found his body no longer in his control. With a barking order to the escorts, the booming man pulled the syringe from Jacobs neck and turned away as they hoisted him up and chained his arms to the restraints. They laughed as he hung by his wrists, legs dangling uselessly before they rough grabbed them and restrained them as well. Jacobs vision started to fade, the movements around him slowly turning to blurs. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was one of the men hooking a red clamp to the leg of his structure.
Back in the cell, Sara sat at gunpoint surrounded by several armed guards. The one closest to her was barking in some foreign language she couldn't place. She raised her hands slowly, watching as their weapons followed, along with multiple clicks she could only guess was the safeties being taken off their weapons.
"I don't know if you can understand me," she muttered slowly. "But i can't understand you."
The men all looked around at each other through sideways glances, guns never wavering. One in front of her muttered something to his compatriots before staring back at Sara.
"Up," he grunted, waving the barrel of his rifle in a higher motion.
"Now we're getting somewhere," she snarked, slowly standing up.
She slowly stood, back sliding against the concrete wall. Each of their guns followed her movements, a few of their gazes holding on her chest. The man who spoke earlier grunted again, miming for her to move towards the cell door. She sighed, slowly taking a step forwards. Each man moved with her, barrels never leaving her. The guards in front of her back stepped as she moved, slowly maintaining distance from her. She took another step, moving slowly and watching as they swarmed around her before taking another. Each step forwards was matched by movements of the guards, till they came to the farthest door. The forward most guard held up a hand, signaling Sara to stop as he turned and pulled open the door with a squeak. They closed ranks around her, filling in the vacant spot left by the doorman. She moved forward again, stepping through the door and into the bright light ahead of her, squinting and raising her hand. She took another step, looking over her shoulder to see the doorman shut the door and rejoin the ranks, rifle once again aimed directly at her. One of the men on her back left muttered something in a deep voice, speaking the foreign language again and causing his compatriots behind her to laugh. She rolled her eyes, guessing they may be staring at her ass every step. She focused her eyes ahead of her, finding the room she was tortured previously in coming into view, along with Jacobs body hanging from the same metallic X. She froze upon seeing his unstirring form. She could feel the air thicken with anticipation of her next move, hearing the squeak of flesh on the metal of their triggers. The way they were surrounding her, and with the close proximity, she could easily take a few of them out before they could react, maybe even making her way to unchain Jacob. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, steadying her mind.
Moving as fast as she could manage, she turned to the closet guard on her right, shoving his rifle to the side and slamming into his chest with an open hand. The guard gasped for air, fingers involuntarily releasing the weapon only for Sara to grab it and turn. With all her might, she swung it by the stock, right into the next closest guards face. They finally began to react, rifle barrels turning in her direction, deep voices shouting commands. She connected with the guards face, knocking him down onto the concrete before moving around their circled formation. She caught the next guards rifle and smashed the barrel up into his face, blood spurting from his broken nose before she dropped down and took out his knee with a sweeping kick. She spun around with the momentum, popping up to disarm the next guard. Unfortunately she moved a bit too slow, finding a guard suddenly on her right side bringing his rifle down on her outstretched arm. With a thud, the stock met flesh, causing pain to radiate through her arm and up to her shoulder, dropping the limb down and to her side. She grunted in pain, dropping her shoulder down and charging into the guards chest. Her shoulder hit him square in the sternum, her head cracking into his chin. She winced at the pain, extending now down her right side. The force from her charge threw her and the guard to the ground a few steps away, making her scramble to stand back up. Once she regained her footing, she turned towards the nearest guard, preparing to attack again.
Only to suddenly feel the stinging prick of a needle being shoved into the side of her neck. She instinctively reached up with her left hand, feeling the needle pull out from her skin. She spun to face the new threat, her movements becoming sluggish and her surroundings to spin uncontrollably. The booming man stood, holding an empty syringe and smiling his rotting smile at her.
"What the…." she started, words becoming mush in her mouth.
The man laughed loud and menacingly, smiling as Sara bean to stumble away. After a few seconds she collapsed, eyes filling with terror before slowly closing. The man shouted at the guards on the floor, some holding their bloody hands to their injuries, others still gasping for air. The few unharmed guards hefted Saras body up, chaining it to the open metal X and attaching two electrical clamps just below her feet, before returning to help their comrades to their feet. The booming man laughed again, waving his arms and barking orders at the soldiers. The murmured in acknowledgement and began shuffling out of the room.
Sudden fanfare brought Jacob gasping to his senses. His eyes shot open, looking around the room in panic and realizing where he was. The scene was slightly different from when he was dragged in. Now there were two lights, one hanging directly above him and one hanging above where he saw Sara hanging, coming to her sense as well.
"Ladies and Gentleman!" the man boomed, standing between Jacob and Sara. "The entertainment awakens!"
Low clapping came in response, echoing off the high ceiling.
"Tonight i have for you a treat!" he continued, extending out a hand to them both in introduction. "I present to you, the young lovers, this time as a duo! Tonight we will be adding an extra….spark…"
He turned, gesturing with his hands to where another light flickered on. With a sputter, a small gas powered generator was revealed, two seperate sets of cables trailing from it to both where Jacob was chained and where Sara was. Jacob tried to focus his vision, seeing a gray tube of some sorts running in the opposite direction and into a wall.
"Shall we begin?" The man asked of the crowd, a murmur of acknowledgement giving his answer.
"Now, im going to ask each of you a question," he taunted, turning his attention to Sara and Jacob. "You will answer."
He unsheathed a nasty serrated looking knife from his belt, stepping towards Jacob and waving it infront of his chest.
"If you don't answer, your darling companion will feel the shock of your silence," he hissed at Jacob, his putrid breath wafting with the threat. "Now tell me, where is the production cache."
"No idea," Jacob growled, lunging at the man.
The man laughed, waving a hand to the generators operator. A switch was flipped right as the knife wielder stepped back. Electrical current flooded Jacobs body, causing him to shake and shudder. Sparks flew from the clamp that connected to the structure as the lights dimmed. The man waved his hand again, signalling for the current to stop. Jacobs body sank against the chains, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Your turn, my darling," The man called, turning to Sara and dangling the knife's tip over her breasts. "Will you tell me to save your young companion?"
Sara opened her mouth to say something.
"Dont...say….anything…" Jacob gasped, looking up at her.
She hesitated for a second, but upon seeing the look in Jacobs eyes, closed her mouth and took a silent stare. With a quick jab to her chest, the man waited for an answer. Jacob rattled his chains and tried to break free, anger flowing through his veins. The man sighed, signalling to the operator again. Sparks flew, Jacobs body convulsing and causing the chains to rattle uncontrollably. After a more prolonged burst, the man signalled again, coming to the center ground between the structures.
"It seems i may have to redouble my efforts folks!" The man boomed, drawing a second knife and tossing it into the air.
He spun in a circle, knife coming to its apex before it began to fall back down. The man reached up, caught the knife by its tip and rushed forward in the direction he faced, bringing him yet again to Sara. He brought the knife directly under her chin, presing with enough pressure to break the skin and a small droplet of blood to form.
"Tell me where the cache is!" he boomed, spittle flying from his mouth and landing on Saras face.
Before she could even react, a choking laughter began to ring throughout the room. The man turned, confused, to see it emanating from Jacob.
"Does this get you off?" Jacob choked out, laughing uncontrollably. "Torturing a woman?"
The man's jaw dropped in surprise as Saras eyes grew wide in concern. The crowd hushed in astonishment.
"Your not going to break her," Jacob laughed, spitting on the ground in the mans direction. "She's the strongest person i've ever known."
"But how strong are you?" the man asked, signalling his minion again.
Jacobs body convulsed, his eyes rolling back into his skull as the chains rattled. The burst lasted even longer, lights almost completely dimming to darkness before the man waved his hand again. Jacob groaned gasping for breath.
"Now," he said, turning back to Sara. "Will you talk."
Jacobs laughter began to echo around the room again, this time accompanied by louder murmurs from the viewing crowd.
"You call this torture?" Jacob gasped, spitting the bile from his mouth. "Apparently someone needs a lesson in how to Villian!"
"Jacob…" Sara warned, eyes growing wider.
The man spun around, crossing the distance between them in haste before placing both of his knives on either side of Jacobs throat.
"How stupid can you be?" the man asked in a hushed whisper.
"How weak are you?" Jacob taunted, laughing and looking down at the mans knives. "Better people than you have tried to kill me, one even almost succeeded. You see the scars down my chest? Those were his handy work, and yet i survived."
The man's eyes flared red, removing the knives from Jacobs next and slashing at his chest. Two deep lines appeared on his flesh, blood slowly beginning to well up and trickled down. Jacob winced, but despite the pain began laughing at the man even more.
"You'll have to do better than that!" Jacob taunted.
The man signalled his minion one last time. The electricity sparked and surged, the lights completely dimming out. Blueish white sparks ignited off of Jacobs structure, sending shadows dancing across the walls and ceilings. The lights reflected in Saras eyes, revealing the horror she felt inside. The air was filled with the smell of singed hair and cooking meat, making her almost gag.
With a snap, the current ceased; the overhead lights slowly brightening. Jacobs body stopped convulsing, this time his breathing couldn't be heard. The minion shouted something to the man, gaining his attention and turning to face him. Smoke billowed from the generator causing the minior to rip the cords connections away. The torturer sighed, rubbing his bald oily forehead. He looked up, noticing the silence coming from Jacob. With two fingers pressed to Jacobs now warm flesh, he felt for a pulse. He lowered his hand, turning to Sara and smiled widely.
"It seems your young companions hubris has left him wanting." The man boomed, chuckling deeply in his chest.
Saras eyes widened, anger filling them as she lashed out at him, causing the chains cuffs to dig into her wrists and draw blood. The man laughed at her anguish, stepping back and raising his hands in triumph.
"It seems the young man's death was enough to elicit a response from our fair lady!" he shouted to the crowd, gaining a murmur and a slow clapping to start.
Sara fought against the chains, trying to desperately break free. After no avail, she began to lose hope, settling down and hanging from them. Jacob, she thought to herself, im sorry. We shouldn't have come here.
"Cut him down," the booming man commanded. "Before he starts to stink."
Sara watched in horror and dismay as two of the man's minions moved forward, undoing Jacobs shackles and letting his body fall with a slump to the concrete.
What am i going to tell Thea? Sara thought as the began dragging Jacobs lifeless body away.