1Hour 3

Jack felt like a volcano went off inside him. He whimpered, involuntarily, and the Chinese man looked at him again. He hated torturing this man for some reason. He was different, he was small and needy.

It just seemed so wrong to hurt someone who couldn't fight back. Jack groaned, he was used to pain, but he could never stop making noise well it happened.

Man-"Jack, I don't want to hurt you anymore, just say something."

Jack looked at him, he was lying, he was loving every minute of his pain.

The man removed a tube from his briefcase and turned back to Jack.

Man-"I will force this down your throat and what I give you will make you sick for the next few days, who ordered the attack on our consul?"

Jack said nothing. The man reached for his head and he pulled away, he was not going to let them do this to him without even a little fight.

The man finally gabbed a hold of his face firmly. He grabbed a rubber square and forced his mouth open, roughly. Jack tried to snap his jaw but the man wedged the rubber block into his mouth holding it open. Jack panicked, he would do anything for this not to happen. He tried to scream but gaged. He tried to push it out with his tongue, but the wedge fit perfectly.

Man-"I almost feel sorry that I have to do this."

The man forced the tube down Jack's throat. He tried to cough, but nothing. The man kept pushing.

Jack's eyes were tearing as the man let another kind of strange liquid poor into Jack's stomach.

When the liquid finally stopped, he undid the strap holding down Jack's arm, he knew he would need it when he pulled the tube free. He got a firm grip on the clear tubing and pulled. Jack's scream made even his blood run cold. He threw the tubing aside and moved out of the way quickly and watched as Jack fell off the chair, to his knees.

He coughed and gaged, but nothing helped.

Blood poured from his mouth. He had a good grip on his abdomen as he tried to catch his breathe. Falling face first onto the hard cold floor. He was so exhausted, he was to tired to even be sick.

Man-"Bauer, when that kicks in, you will have no rest."

Jack ignored him, he let his eyes close, he was the most comfortable he had been in a long time. He felt full and drowsy. The man watched as Jack began to nod off into sleep, he was calm now, but in the back of his mind he knew it wouldn't last long.

Sure enough, minutes later Jack's eyes opened, they were wide and glossy with confusion. He struggled to sit up but fell again, to week.

He just lay still, on his back. He felt his stomach heave and pain ripped through him.

Man-"Here we go."

He watched closely as the man threw up a dark, blackish, slim. He crumbled to his side, spiting it onto the floor next to him.

The man got to his feet and grabbed Jack by the hair and pulled him up higher so he was right by his ear.

Man-"Clean it up!"

He threw Jack to the floor and pushed his face into it.

Jack whined as he sobbed.

The man sighed deeply, Jack couldn't take anymore right now, he knew that.

Man-"I will take you back to your cell for an hour."

He grabbed the heaving Jack, who know made no attempt to walk, out of the room and back his cell.

He closed the door and left Jack alone.