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Episode 055 |
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“The
healthy man does not torture others – generally it is the tortured who turn
into torturers.” Carl Jung Sarah was yanked up by her hair, the freezing water
collecting along her jaw and neck.
Before she could even gasp, she was shoved face first into a second
tub of hot water, the steam still rising from the surface. Her body jerked in pain, her hands
straining against the restraints. Her
captors held her tight, keeping her from escaping. Behind her, Ominous stood, watching. After a moment, she was yanked up from the warm water,
gasping desperately. “Where in “We’re replacing the standard sidearm with the larger
model, called Groot Kanon.” Adam explained.
With the others gathered around, he laid down the heavy black pistol
for everyone to see. He turned to Til
who held a machine gun ready. “This is
our newest model assault gun, the AG8-K” Adam said, taking the gun from
Til. “You will each be issued one,
along with multiple magazines, each holding a different type of round.” Sarah’s head was yanked back. Tied to the chair, a funnel was shoved into
her mouth. As one captor held her
head, the other held a bottle of motor oil over the funnel. Letting the liquid drip inside, he kneed
her in the stomach, making her swallow.
She began to cough and convulse, gagging as the oil coated down her throat. “Where in “We are flying into Thisted,” Alex reported. Standing before him, the team was gathered,
each holding a duffel bag and a heavy, hard plastic case. “We will station there as we join the
recovery operation. Jin and Assif will
be directing the efforts from here while we pursue leads locally.” “Question,” Isaiah said, raising his hand. “This all seems like we’re assuming they’re
still in the same area, or even alive at all.” “They’re alive,” Emma said certainly. “You know that for certain?” Eliot asked. She didn’t respond. “If she and I agree, then the odds are, they are,”
Jason said, backing up Emma. Eliot
didn’t respond. “We are following the same route as their plan,” Alex
said. “If we’re lucky, then we might
get their attention as well.” “That’s luck?” Til said to himself. Nearly naked, Sarah sat in the chair, her hands and
feet tied to it. Panting, her body was
covered in bruises. Her left eye was
swollen shut while stained blood caked on her lips. At her feet, salt was poured in an
elaborate design. Covering the floor
of the cell, the complicated circle was filled with elaborate sigils and
ancient characters. Standing at the door, Ominous watched Sarah
panting. Her shoulders quaked with the
effort as she leaned forward, held up only by the restraints that refused to
allow her to fall. “Where?” he asked. She
looked up at him through her blonde hair, slick with sweat and abuse and
stained with drops of her own blood.
Through the locks of her hair, she smiled. “I don’t deal with your kind,” she said,
her words slurring with pain. “You’re
not worthy of my attention.” |
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