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Water dripped from the ceiling and dust fell around the small cell underneath the main base of SOUL. Strapped to a chair a boy, about 17, moaned and solemnly looked downwards from his kidnappers. In the room with him was Kimbley; the leader of SOUL and well renowned murderer, kidnapper and psychopath. In his hands a metal pole, bent at one end to create a pipe type weapon and slightly rusted. 
[b]"Kid, just tell us where they were going. We know your dads a New Order officer and we just need his-"[/b] he stopped to hit the kid in the stomach with the weapon [b]"-location."[/b] The boy yelled out, recoiling as best he could from the pain.
[b]"No... I... I can't... I don't-"[/b] he murmured; clearly in extreme pain and obviously traumatised. Then he was hit again - this time with more force - and then beaten; his chair falling backwards and his head colliding with the concrete beneath him.
[b]"YOU do not get to decide what you tell us. YOU do not get a choice, YOU... DO NOT... get out of here until you tell us...[/b] he stopped, kicking the boy with the heel of his shoe, [b]"...where...[/b] and again, [b]"...your..."[/b] a third time, [b]"...father..."[/b] a fourth, [b]...is going!"[/b] he ended it with a mighty swing down onto the kids leg; breaking and sending wails of pain echoing throughout the halls. Blood dripped from the pipe as the child began to sob - only adding to Kimbley's want for information. He brought the pipe down onto the kids stomach again - this time causing the boy to spit and cough up blood - and then stamping down on his chest. His ribcage began to crack under the strain of being compressed between the strength of Kimbley's leg and the concrete underneath. Taking his foot off, he brought the pipe down onto it with a little less force, but enough to cause his ribs to fracture and break under it. The kid screamed in agony with painful sobs and gurgles mixed into it. More blood made its way out of his mouth as the door to the cell opened.
[u]"Okay Kimbley, lets leave it for today. We don't want to kill him until tomorrow."[/u] the man said, looking down at the sorry sight of the kidnapped boy. With this the kids eyes widened, and he screamed in despair at the realisation that he would die anyway.
[b]"Tch, fine."[/b] Kimbley answered, but not before bringing the pipe down onto the kids privates to shut him up, causing a spray of blood and the silence from the boy. Then Kimbley made his way out, dropping the pipe to the ground and walking with the man who came to fetch him.
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