Hey. Remember in the chapter where they escape the hell hole? Well, I made a mistake. I said that Grinch died, but then in a few chapters after I said that he was alive. So please ignore it when I said that Grinch was alive. He is dead. Thanks!
When I came to, I was in a cell. It was cold. I heard screaming around be. I had a splitting headache. I got up and started to walk around.
I saw that there was a tiny window help by bars on the cell door. I peeked out. There was a tall, muscular Russian man sitting there, smoking a cigar. There were also two men dragging a screaming man to a room. The man didn't look so well. He had dried blood on both his arms, and appeared to have a black eye. Torture…. I'm in a hell hole. I thought we just got done with this.
I searched my body for a weapon. They must have taken my pistol. My knife was also gone. I started to search my cell for a shard, brick, even a small piece of rope. Nothing. Looks like they thought ahead.
I saw someone walking up to my cell. He was about 6'4'', with a buzz cut and tattoos covering his biceps. He said something familiar in Russian…. Ghost said it meant "Come here." I lazily got up, dreading for what lies ahead.
He brought me to a small room. He pushed me into a chair, bound my arms and legs together, and exited the room. Then another Russian man walked up to me, and in his hand he held a bloody dagger.
"How are you alive? Task force 141 has betrayed you. Someone must helped you." he said. He spoke English. I don't know if that would be good, or bad. I sat there motionless. "Who helped you?" he asked again. Ghost did teach me some Russian, so I said a few choice words to my interrogator.
He got out his dagger, stabbed my arm, and started bringing it down, ripping my skin and flesh, exposing some bone. I yelled out in pain. He smiled, and brought it up to my cheek. "Who helped you, and how did you know about your target?" he asked. I tried to head butt him, but he was out of reach.
He got the knife, and started carving into my cheek. After he was done, he gave me a mirror to admire his work. He wrote something in Russian, which I don't really want to repeat. I clinched my fists, and spit in his face.
"Okay. Viktor did say that he wants you dead, so if you won't tell…" he said. He got the dagger and positioned it at my heart. Right when he was about to end me, I yelled out, "Why would you kill me? I have stuff that even Makarov didn't know! I could kill all of you with a pistol with three shots! You think that you can just kill me? You can't kill me!" I said. I got that from Frank Woods! He then got his dagger, and set it on a nearby table. "Get him out of here." he said into a radio. A man walked up to me, unbound me, and took me back to my cell.
He threw me in, landing on my arm, breaking it. I then fell asleep. It was the only thing that would keep me of thinking of the pain.
In the next few chapters, Roach will be in the hell hole, and Price and the others will be trying to look for him. In this chapter, it's Roach's pov, but in the next, it will be Price's pov, and so forth until they free him. Please, please, please review!