REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW GO SEE MY NEW STORY, IN MY PROFILE.
I hope you guys realize that I do read your stories and profiles when you review. I hope this chapter is fun to read.
I woke up several hours later, and climbed through several layers of grogginess to escape the haze that had enveloped me during my unplanned unconsciousness. My hands were bounds by metal handcuffs with finger identification locks, and my ankles were bound in the same manner. Ropes were knotting me to the metal operating table in three places. Very bright lights were planted ver my head, and my eyes were staring straight into them unable to move.
"Oh good, you're finally awake."
Of course. Mortal enemy number one.
"It took you a while. About five hours." I reset my internal clock so that it was set at my estimate for the time. I hoped the girls and Abby had gotten back to Blackthorne and told Joe and my mom and dad about this kidnapping thing. They knew I could get out eventually by myself, but the question wasn't when, it was if I would be strong enough to pull it off. I crossed my fingers, hoping that they would check the implant I had right below my right ear, that had a tracker in it. Then they could find me. It wouldn't be the first time the girls would have had to save me from torture or capture.
I wasn't sure what this one was yet.
"Cameron. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in bringing you here." I broke out in laughter.
"Didn't, HA, expect, HA, me, HA, to be, HA, hurt."
"I meant for you to be in extreme pain."
"Give me your best shot. I do believe you've never been able to break me before."
"Ah, but things change Cameron, and things get more advanced all the time. New tools, new torture. We have things you've never even heard of."
"I'm a spy. There isn't much I haven't heard of, even the newfangled weaponry. You won't break me."
"So you keep saying."
—
Two hours later my back was marked with open wounds from the various number of whips, knives and other sharp pointy objects she had thrown at me. My hands had three degree burns. The bottom of my feet were torn from heel to toe in one long deep gash.
I was seeing the ghosts of the people I had watched die from some crazy potion that they had force-fed me, and I was still shaking from the electricity being forced into my body at high voltage.
But I hadn't broken.
This would've been the fourth time I'd been tortured by them alone. There was nothing I hadn't seen.
She walked out for a moment and walked back into the room, twirling a knife between her fingers.
"Ready to tell us what we want to know darling?"
"I will never tell you anything."
"By the end of today, I'm sure you'll be screaming the answers, because even after all this, we have yet to real ease our best asset on you."
"And what would that be?"
"Why emotional torture of course." She turned to me with a glint in her eyes.
"You'll never break me Catherine Goode. Never."