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15

Gibbs woke up to find himself trussed up to a chair. A rope was around his upper torso.

Its ends were going through the space between his arms and sides to his back were the rope was knotted to the massive metal chair he was sitting on.

His wrists were bound to the arms of the chair while is ankles were bound to the legs.

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He briefly tried how tight the knots were, even though he knew how useless this task was.

He sat in a circle of light. Four spotlights were switched on and pointed into his direction.

Behind the lights was just darkness.

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Out of his own experience at least one or two persons were watching him from the cosy darkness in front of him.

He concentrated back to the illuminated space around him. Next to his chair had a table its place. On it various knifes a few lemons and salt.

Gibbs didn't blink.

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What a nice touch, leaving the torturing instruments in front of the victim, well, well that explains the loss of my shirt.

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He knew too, that it was likely that those instruments would lay there for a few days before he would actually feel them on his skin, or in his flesh.

He wasn't afraid of pain anymore. Various kinds of injuries, two comas, he had felt pain often, often enough to find tricks to ignore physical pain to a point right before fainting.

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But for now the torturing would start subtle, with just leaving the knifes right there were he would see them.

Hoping he would lose his mind through sheer anticipation.

He was familiar with the different torturing techniques.

He had witnessed them before.

With a sigh he relaxed and closed his eyes.

Not much later he heard movement in front of him.

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Didn't go as you planed now, did it?

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He suppressed a smile.

He opened his eyes to find the same Mexican man as he met in DC in front of him.

"Good morning, gringo."

Jethro didn't bother to answer.

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