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Things took a much more [i]relaxed[/i] turn for what could have been anywhere from between ten standard Terran minutes to an entire hour, not that you would know, sitting hooded and bound within the darkness; for what seemed like an eternity there were no questions, not even rustle of movement to signify that anyone was even there – watching or otherwise. After some time you may even begin to wonder if there [i]was[/i] anyone left there, no more questions or torture inflicted upon you and no sign of life to your veiled senses.

When life eventually did return, it returned [b]hard[/b]!

You could not tell how many assailants there were, but certainly more than the team that had taken you before, blows from fists, brass-knuckles and batons hammering into your torso with enough intensity to severely bruise – perhaps even to break a rib or two – but not to kill. In time the strike stopped, leaving you battered and probably bleeding from body cuts, making way for the electrical batons and prods that would cause your body to twitch and convulse, to heave against your bonds, perhaps even to let out a noise of pain, but would send even the Catachan and those used to bodily violence slipping back into unconsciousness...


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There is no sudden splash of water this time, you are left to awake on your own. Once awake you may quickly realise that you are no longer tied to a chair, oh no, you are now shackled with your hands behind your back and from there chained to the floor; the special thing about this chain is that it is not long enough for you to stand up from the [url=https://alethonews.files.wordpress.com/2014/11/vietconginterrogation19671.jpg?w=768&h=513]stress position[/url] that you were placed in while you were unconscious.

Where are you? You have no idea, although it would be safe to assume still aboard the same vessel, the hood still over your head and darkness still prevailing.

Once obvious difference may come to you with time, and that is the sound of movement from nearby, perhaps some laboured breathing like your own...how many others are there in the room with you? Are they allies or foes? These are questions that might enter your mind, or maybe not.

How are you to know that there are six other prisoners in exactly the same position – one that causes the legs to cease up and the arms to become numb as the acid and cramps build up in your body- all equally as hooded and oblivious?