Thanks for the speedy reviews everyone, now for the next chapter the narrative style changes a little but it will get back to my usual third person style, this just felt more effective.
Chapter 2- No Flinching
Drip…
It's only water, it can't hurt you. If anything it's good for you. It keeps you alive.
Drop…
No flinching, that means you're scared of water, one of the most natural things on the planet.
Drip…
But how many times is it now, how many hours have they been doing this? How many years had they been doing this before you? How many had they killed before you?
Drop…
How many more can you stand before you flinch at every drop, every touch?
Drip…
You don't know when it's coming, how heavy it will be, will it be one, or two in concession.
Drop…
You're a trained federal agent yes but…even they brake at some point. How many more will it take you?
Drip…
And it splashes in your eyes, you can't stop it.
Drop…
Still no flinching, Gibbs would be mad at you. For breaking, for giving up, for not trusting him to get you out.
Drip…
And every time you try to think of something else, it's there. Taunting you, telling you that you can't expect it. No one can, each time it comes at a different time and speed, depending on the weight.
Drop…
And the drops fall over your eyes, making it look like tears. But you're not scared…that is what you tell yourself each time the drops fall, each time you try to move but you can't.
Drip…
Wasn't there a movie like this once? But the inconsistent drips and drops are breaking your concentration, you can't think of it. Can you?
Drop…
How did you get here anyway…oh yeah you former partner, your friend. Who are you going to trust now? Tell us…who?
Drip…
You ask us who we are…we are you, can't you see? We are keeping your mind away from the fear. We are your conscience telling you not to give up; we are your team telling you to hang on until we can come for you.
Drop…
How many is it now? Tens? Hundreds? More?
Drip…
And you're slipping because there is no one there to save you.
Drop…
And you flinch because you can't take anymore. What will they do with you now? Will they leave you on the metal table, strapped to it until someone rescues you?
Drip…
No, and you know they will be back soon, they'd been watching for the flinch, waiting for it. Needing you to be scared of every touch they would make now. How much longer are they going to leave you there? Are they just doing it because you got caught…no, not caught. Mark told. He betrayed you, didn't he? Didn't he? You didn't see it until it was too late. You failed. You flinched.
Drop…
The water doesn't stop but you don't feel it now, you just react, you flinch at every one, every touch. Have they left you here for days? Weeks? Months? You don't even know do you? What will they do now? You will have to wait until they come again.
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Mark had watched as they strapped his friend down to the cold metal table and he knew that he should feel something, remorse? But he didn't, all he wanted to do was see Tony suffer. He watched as the water drops drip on to his friends face, watched as Tony tried not to flinch, but they all gave up eventually. Tony had lasted the longest so far.
He laughed as Tony flinched, not that Tony would have heard, the flinch meant giving up, meant that his mind was fully on its way to being broken. Now all he had to do was call his new friends back. Then the fun would really begin.
After he had made a run for it, he had made sure that Gibbs wouldn't be able to follow them. Left them no clue, no evidence as to where there friend was. He knew it would kill them not being able to find him. Not that he cared anyway. In two days he would be gone, out of the city and then they would have even less than nothing. They wouldn't be able to interrogate him, wouldn't be able to make him talk.
Walking swiftly out of the dingy room holding Anthony DiNozzo, Mark made his way to his car. It was dark now; nobody would see his pitch black car driving silently down back streets and country roads. They were far out of the city and would stay that way until the position was compromised, even when it was they had back up ones, quite a few actually.
The gravelled pathway crunched beneath him but he wasn't scared of being found, not one bit. A few birds flew out of the tall trees as the crunch tore through the air, though there was still no way of being found. And that is how he wanted it. Tony was never going to be found if he had his way.
TBC
Hmm I'm not all that sure about this chapter because it's slightly different compared to others of mine so let me know what you think. Hope you enjoyed it. oh and can you guess the torture they are using? Please read and review as always.