Mouse
Blakesley went down to the lab cells about midmorning. Mouse was shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, and the traces of tears still showed on her cheeks. If he'd known it would be this easy, he would have done it ages ago. He nodded in satisfaction, then went to look in on Taylor. He entered just as they were about to restrain him again after taking him for a toilet break.
Taylor
"Keep still," the guard ordered, as Taylor insisted on twisting his wrists.
"Bite me, fat ass," Taylor hissed, suddenly managing to get his right wrist free.
He didn't notice Blakesley beside him until he'd hit him in the face.
Blakesley
Blakesley's head rocked back, and he put a hand to his eye which he could already feel starting to swell. The gaurds wrestled Taylor into the chair, and then looked at the fuming doctor, the corner of whose mouth was twitching unpleasantly. "I'm going to enjoy this," he hissed. "Put him up against the wall. Legs and arms spread. Face to the wall." The gaurds started to comply with Blakesley's orders. Blakesley went to the wall and uncovered the recess with the array of torure implements.
Taylor
"What the heck?!" Taylor cried as he was slammed against the wall.
He tried to turn around as the guard fastened his wrists and ankles, making sure he couldn't move.
"It was an accident asshole!" he exclaimed, "not that you didn't freaking deserve that and alot more than I could give you!"
Blakesley
"Consider the last in a long line of infractions," Blakesley said coldly. "Whip him. I suggest you start to count, Mr. Hanson. When you reach twenty, I'll let him stop." One of the gaurds retrieved a leather flogger and sent the first blow cracking down on Taylor's back.
Taylor
Taylor cried out, cringing as the bolt of pain hit him. He knew Mouse was feeling it, which made it worse.
"$#!+ you, you don't own me! You never will!"
Mouse
"Remove his shirt," Blakesley said with a faint expression of distaste. "I do not wish his cuts to get infected." The gaurd nodded and quickly slit up the sides of the shirt Taylor was wearing, letting the blood spotted material flutter to the floor. "I do not wish to own you...I just wish to have a certain level of obedience." The flogger was llifted again and brought down with a whistling crack. "I would suggest you start counting before the bone shows," he advised Taylor.
Mouse moaned around her gag, feeling the lashes hitting her own skin. The babies were screaming and she couldn't calm them.
Taylor
Even though Taylor was quite far down the corridor, he could feel the babies' fear through Mouse.
Cringing from the pain, he ignored the sweat that began to bead and fall from his forehead.
"Well you're not gonna get that either. I'll never in my right mind obey you or any of your minions."
Blakelsey
"It is your own pain you're courting, Mr. Hanson. And once you pass out the first time, we might start on Natalia. Although you didn't seem to care that much about her well being when I was trying to learn your power. And there is are many places that Jane can be hurt on to make her scream, while ensuring her babies remain safe." As Blakesley talked, the whip rose and fell with regularity.
Taylor
Taylor's nails dug into his palms as the whip played on his back. He hissed and spat until his vision began to get blurry.
If only he could...
His eyes fell to the cuff holding his right ankle. Squinting, he concentrated.
Looknig up as though to not let on what was happening, he cringed again before feeling the cuff crumble to dust.
Blakesley
"This is growing repetitous," Blakesley sighed. He walked over to the recess and removed a spray bottle of antibacterial liquid. He carefully sprayed it over Taylor's back,, knowing this would burn and disinfect at the same time.
Taylor
"HOLY $#!+!" Taylor screamed, pulling on the wrist restraints even harder.
He couldn't take this anymore.
Eyes flashing with anger, his wrist restraints faded into clouds of dust. Finding himself free, he plastered his right hand againstt he wall, forming a loaded pistol from the wall.
Then he turned on Blakesley and the guard, clicked the gun off safety, and held it on the doctor.
"This is it Blakesley," he fumed, his body shaking from whetever they'd just done to him, "here and now. Do you want to live or die? Personally, I'd prefer the latter."
The serious look on his face would be enough to freak out anyone he knew.
Blakesley
Blakesley looked at Taylor and raised an eyebrow, raising his hands into the air. "As you seem to have the upper hand..." for now, hung in the air unspoken, "I will of course order the gaurds to stand down. You impress me. That was unexpected, to say the least."
Taylor
"Looks can be decieving, can't they?" Taylor raised one eyebrow cockily, "and I know that tone. You have gone way too far."
His eyes fell to the floor at Blakesley and the guard's feet. With a twitch of his right eye, the floor began to rise, forming a brace around their legs. Once it was solid, Taylor stepped back.
"This should keep you for a moment. I do look forward to returning your gracious hosting."
Lowering the gun, walked straight through the door, then bolted for Mouse's room. Once there, he dusted the door, took one look at her and bolted to her side.
"JANE!" he cried, eyebrows furrowed with worry.
He dusted the gag and blindfold, then began to turn the bonds into clothing.
Mouse and Natalia
Mouse started to shake, and tried to get a hold on her rising hysteria. "It was so dark, and I couldn't, I couldn't..." She put a hand to her mouth and closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them again as she started to put on the clothes Taylor handed to her. Then she saw his back. "Oh my god, Tay! Your back!" She exclaimed, horrified.
~*~*~*~
Blakesley fumed silently as he waited for the people upstairs to get a clue.
~*~*~*~
Natalia sat up as the door to her cell opened, pasted on a smile and tried to be a good girl.
Taylor
"It was well worth it just to hit the son of a bitch," Taylor fumed, his eyes flashing hatred.
Then he took her hand and pulled her from the floor.
"Let's find Nat and get out of here while we still can."
Mouse and Natalia
"Oh god, we have to get her out of here," Mouse said, and then ran at the wall. She knew Taylor would follow her so she started running through the base to where she thought she could feel the echoes of Natalia's emotions. When she found a soldier coming out of Natalia's cell, radiating satisfaction, she snarled and sent him crashing to the ground with one punch. She blew on her skinned knuckles as she unlocked Natalia's door. "Natalia!"
Natalia looked up, startled from her place on the floor. Mouse stepped through into a room that smelled like a forest, violet flowers nodding from the walls and the floor. "Why, what?" Natalia stuttered as Mouse went over to her.
"C'mon, we're leaving. And you're coming with us."
"I, I can't! I'm not allowed to!" Natalia scrambled up and away from Mouse, breath coming in frightened gasps. "Ohohoh, I can't."
Taylor
Taylor stepped into the room slowly, the strong scent almost making him faint.
"Calm," he put a hand up to Mouse, then slowly began towards Natalia.
He looked into her eyes for the first time, then slowly held out his hand.
"Come with me if you wish to dream again."
Natalia
Natalia nibbled her lip, then reached out and took his hand. Mouse breathed out a sigh of relief. "I want to. Dream, that is."
Taylor
"I'll find your dreams for you," Taylor promised sincerely, squeezing her hand a little as he pulled her up.
He looked to Mouse, took her hand, then began to lead the two from the room.
Mouse and Natalia
"We really need to find her some clothes," Mouse said worriedly to Taylor. "If we're going outside, she needs clothes. Naked gorgeous blonde is not something most people ignore."
"Ohohoh," Natalia whimpered, scared out of her mind but continuing to follow the other two down the corridor.
Taylor
"Let's just get out first, I'll work on it."
Taylor stopped at a crossroad, and took a glance down each corridor warily.
He caught sight of an administration area.
Knowing that was quite possibly the only way out, he headed for it, letting go of Mouse's hand only to pull the gun from his pocket again and turn it on the woman behind the counter.
"Open, the door," he ordered, his expression dark.
The woman gulped, and moved her hand under the desk. Taylor squinted, before the desk became a transparent plastic. He saw she'd been reaching for an alarm button.
"Touch the alarm, you die. As you may have guessed, I'm a little desperate. Don't push me."
The woman's eyes widened as she jumped back from the changing desk, but she finally leant forward again, her shaking hand pressing another button.
Taylor's head darted to the main doors opening slowly.
Looking to Mouse, he handed the gun to her.
"Let's go."
MOuse and Natalia
"Hey, lady, my friend needs some clothes. Let's give her yours." Mouse gestured with the gun, and the reciptionist slowly started to hand over her clothing. Mouse noticed with amusement that Taylor looked the other way. Such a gentleman, always. In every sense of the word. Natalia dressed in the clothing, namely navy blue business slacks and a white blouse. "Almost a pity you melted the restraints, amour." Mouse eyed the receptionist for a moment, then fired a bolt of fear/pain/grief at the woman. She crumpled to the ground. "Let's get the hell out of here."
Natalia looked back at the labs for a moment. "Oh, I can't leave. I can't. It'd be so bad."
"C'mon, Natalia." Mouse took Natalia's other hand and led the quivering girl out to the doors. "You'll dream again." Since that had got such a good response from Taylor, she figured she'd use it again. It worked. Natalia followed docily.
Taylor
Taylor led them through the doors, before hearing the alarms going off. He cringed, then quickened the pace. Someone else must have set them off.
They rushed up a tall flight of stairs to another door. Taylor used his free hand to undo the bolts, and roughly pushed it open with his shoulder.
Blinding sunlight fell onto them, and sand whipped around them.
"Come on!" he urged them out.
Mouse and Natalia
Natalia cried out as the sunlight hit her eyes and they immediately started to tear. She tried to back away inside but Mouse caught her and shived her out. Mouse closed the door behind them. "What now?!" Mouse yelled at Taylor.
~*~*~*~
Downstairs, Blakesley was pitching a very refined fit.
Taylor
"Watch her!" Taylor insisted, letting go of Natalia's hand.
He knelt down onto the sand. He was feeling tired as hell, but he had to do this. He guessed it was because he hadn't used his other power in oh... fourteen years or so?
He spread his hands over the sand in front of him, and concentrated. Slowly, a dirtbike like the ones he'd taught Mouse to ride on began to form. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, but he kept going.
When it was almost completed, they heard the main doors opening inside.
Mouse and Natalia
Mouse whirled and fired a shot at the doors. A yell of pain greeted her efforts. "COME AND MEET MY TEETH< BASTARDS!" She screamed defiantly as she spun the barrel round so she'd get the next bullet. Natalia started to weep in terror.
"Ohohoh! I've been so bad! So bad!"
"You've been good, Natalia. We're going, and you'll get to dream." Mouse fired another shot, and was once more rewarded with a yell. "KISS MY ASS, YOU SORRY SONS OF BITCHES!"
~*~*~*~
"I don't care how you get them, just get them back," Blakesley snapped into the walkietalkie. God, he was surrounded by idiots!
Taylor
Taylor cringed as he struggled to form the second tyre. Finally, it formed, and he almost collapsed from the effort.
"Jane?" he looked up tiredly.
He slowly reached a hand up for hers, managed to take it, and pulled her to him.
"Please, get on the bike. Take Natalia with you," he whispered.
MOuse and Natalia
"What about you?!" Mouse cried, tears starting to work their way down her cheeks. "I can't leave you here!"
"Is this a bike? I think I rode one once..." Natalia nodded to herself as she looked the bike over. "Bad, bad, bad. Oh, I'm bad. I should go back." Mouse's hand shot out and grabbed Natalia's wrist.
"The hell you are."
Taylor
"Jane, you have to listen to me," Taylor ordered, his voice as serious as ever.
"You can't think of me now. There are more important things to worry about. Three important things."
He placed his right palm against her stomach and rubbed it softly.
"They are more important than me right now. The wolves would believe that. Follow your instincts, up here," he tapped his temple softly, "and you have to protect Natalia. She's pregnant now too."
Mouse and Natalia
"Oh, MERDE! Swear to god, I am bringing back some serious artillery and blowing this hellhole sky high." Mouse swiped at her eyes angrily, then kissed him desperatley. "I love you." She got on the bike. "Get on the bike, Natalia and hold onto my waist."
"Oh, I can't!"
"Get. On. The. Bike."
Deciding she was more scared of Mouse then the Masters, Natalia got on the bike.
Taylor
Taylor watched tiredly, falling backwards a little.
"Je t'aime, avec tout mon coeur," he said softly, hearing footsteps on the stairs, "je suivrai, quand ma force retourne. Je sais gagner maintenant."
He put his fingers to his lips, and blew her a kiss.
"I love you."
Mouse and Natalia
"I love you," Mouse called back to him, then with Natalia clinging to her waist, roared off in a spray of sand.
~*~*~*~
Blakesley got to the top of the stairs in time to see Mouse and Natalia scream away on the bike. He cursed low and viciously. "You idiots! They are the most valuable experiments!"
Taylor
Taylor closed his eyes, finally falling onto his back with exhaustion.
"I love you," he repeated with a whisper, his whole body limp.
He knew he needed to sleep and regain his strength so he could create another bike for himself.
Blakesley
"He seems to be down, sir," one of the soldiers told Blakesley.
"Well, then what are you waiting for? Go and get him," Blakesley hissed at them.
"Yes sir!" The soldier saluted and gather three of his comrades by eye. They inched open the door and started towards Taylor.
Taylor
Taylor forced his eyes open enough to see the guards coming for him. He knew he could hardly move, let alone fight back.
He felt two of them take his arms and pull him up, trying to make him stand. When they realized he wouldn't, they moved him so they could carry him.
"What should we do with him?"
Blakesley
"Take him down to the cell he was in before. Make sure that he can't sleep to regain his powers. No permant damage, otherwise, do as you will." Blakesley's manner was cold.
"Yes sir!" The soldier not holding Tyalor saluted and the other two started to drag Taylor away.
"Oh, and do make sure the cameras are working. I want to watch this at my leisure."
"YES SIR!"
Taylor
Taylor groaned, only hearing half of what he'd ordered. He rolled his head around, trying to wake himself up a little.
They took him down into the room with the torture instruments, and once again placed him in the chair. His head fell to the side, hardly able to look up.
BLakesley
"Leave his mouth ungagged. I want to hear him scream," Blakesley ordered silkily. He had followed the soldiers down to the cell. He raised his hand back and slapped Taylor across the face. "You're not going to sleep on me, are you Jordan?"
Taylor
Taylor cringed from the hit as his face began to get numb.
He slowly looked up, his hair wet with his own sweat.
"I can only please one person each day," he began softly, "today is not your day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either."
He gulped as he tried not to pant.
"And the name is Taylor."
Blakesley
Blakesley's lip curled upwards. "Shall we see how long an alien under torture can stay awake? I think it will make a good research topic." He turned to the cupboard and ran his fingers along the gleaming rows of knives. "Certainly, it's never been done before."
Taylor
"$#!+ing sadist," Taylor cursed, his head hung.
He heard some of the torture implements clinking together as Blakesley looked through, and gulped.
With any luck, he'd end up fainting. At least that somewhat counted as sleep.
"If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague."
Blakesley
"Feet first, I think." Blakesley selected a slender scalpel. "Feet are so much more sensitive then people realise. Especially the soles." He nodded at the soldiers, who untied Taylor's ankles and forced his legs upwards. Delicately, Blakesley started to cut the webbing between each toe, before going on to skin the soles of Taylor's feet.
Taylor
Taylor cringed, clenching his teeth as Blakesley went about his work.
As the tears sprang to his eyes, he muttered a soft prayer, closing his eyes.
"Dammit... AH! Dammit Blakesley, when I..." (yell) "when I get my strength back you're gonna... live to regret this."
He began to pant rapidly.
"Son of a bitch."
Blakesley
"My mother was a perfectly nice woman. Pillar of the community and all that." Blakesley went over to the cupboard. "Hmmmm..." He ran a finger over various astringants, then settled for two of them. He took a spray bottle of sodium chlorise solution, and a spray can of mace. He sprayed one foot with mace, and the other with salt water.
Taylor
"Too bad you didn't $#!+ing INHERIT IT!" Taylor's voice rose above the otherwise silence.
That was just as the pain hit him.
"OH my $#!+ing GOD! SIE BUMSENDES ARSCHLOCH!" he cursed in German.
Blakesley
Blakesley smiled slightly. "What next?" He got up and went over to cupboard. "Cut his pants away to above the knee," he ordered as he browsed. One of the gaurds did that while he selected another instrument, dropping the dirty scalpel into a bucket. This resembled something like a rolling stampcummeat pounder. Small spikes on a round roller. He went back over to Taylor and started to roll it up his leg, pausing at points to spray the red dotted skin with mace.
Taylor
Taylor's hands spread desperately over the arms of the chair as he tried to hold himself back. By now he couldn't stop himself shaking.
"USTED ASSHOLE QUE COGE!" he cursed, the same thing as before now in French instead of German.
"GET the hell OFF ME!"
He tried to kick out, a sudden burst of adrenaline taking over.
Blakesley
Blakesley dodged it, then got to his feet again. "The fine art of torture is so undervalued in today's society. Have you ever heard of the Marquis de Sade? It's where the word sadist comes from, I believe." He selected a ligher and played the flame over the blade of a knife, heating it to a red colour. When the tip was glowing a faint white, he went back to Taylor's side and laid the flat of the blade against the inside of his ankle. The air filled with the acrid scent of burning hair and flesh.
Taylor
"Oh $#!+ oh $#!+ oh $#!+," Taylor cursed, trying to catch his breath.
"And he was a SICK man. Obviously one of your $#!+ing idols," he spat.
Blakesley
"One of my father's actually. I read his book, the Art of Torture, when I was thirteen." Blakesley started to heat the blade again, eyes carefully gauging where next to place the leaf shaped dagger. He decided to start making a pattern, so he placed it on the front of Taylor's foot, the edges slightly overlapping. HIISSSSSSS!
Taylor
Taylor held it back as long as he could, but had to cry out in pain.
He clutched the edges of the arms of the chair, his knuckles going white as he panted rapidly.
"WHAT do you WANT from me?!" he cried, his voice cracking a little.
Blakesley
"At the moment? Nothing. There is nothing you can do or day that will stop this. Unless of course Natalia and Jane suddenly reappear...but I don't think that's going to happen." As he talked he continued the pattern around Taylor's ankle. Soon, a strange anklet of burnt flesh surrounded Taylor's ankle like an abstract work of art. Blakesley stood. "Remove his shirt and rechain his ankles." The gaurds did so, not being overly gentle. Blakesly took out a surgical steel needle and came back over to Taylor. He bent down slightly and inserted it through Taylor's nipple.
Taylor
Taylor cried out again, throwing his head backwards by reflex as the tears fell from his eyes.
"God dammit," he almost choked, "anything. Anything to get them out was worth it."
Blakesley
"I do hope you think that in a couple of days," Blakesley said in an amused voice. He went and gor another needle, inserting it in the same nipple but perpendiular and deeper then the first. He studied his work with a detached gaze, then went to study the cupboard for ideas.
Taylor
Taylor clenched his door, his eyes searching the ceiling for something. Anything.
"Six lives are more important than one," he almost cried, but refusing to break in front of Blakesley, "I guess you realized that when you lost them, huh?"
Blakesley
Blakesley gritted his teeth together in rage as he refused to let Taylor see how his comments had affected him. "Perhaps. But still, you're more valuable to me alive then dead." He selected a small electric generator and brough it over. He could hold it one hand, and he attached the alligator clips to either side of one of the needles. Then flipped the switch.
Taylor
Taylor cried out - almost screamed - as the electricity hit him.
He arched his back as a reflex from the pain, making his spine feel like it was ready to break.
"Get... GET off me... sick bastard..." he said between jolts.
Blakesley
"I am getting rather tired of being called a bastard. First of all, my parents were happily married for teo years before I was born." Blakesley switched off the electricity, then went to the cupboard again. "Second of all, I am not sick. I am just a man who has rather...unique talents." He stroked his chin, then reched in for a slender knife. He went back over to Taylor and started cutting around the aurolae of the other nipple, not deep enough so it would die. Then he splashed saltwater over both of them.
Taylor
"What you're doing is sick," Taylor panted.
He could feel the blood starting to spill from the palms of his hands where his nails were digging in.
"And what you were doing to Natalia and Jane was sick. No one in their right mind would even consider something like that without damning themselves to hell. I'm sure you have no idea what it's like to see the woman you love bound naked and frightened."
Blakesley
"No." Blakesley tilted his head slightly, then decided to head back to heat for the moment. He started heating the blade of a long dagger, the blade rippled on the edges and arrowshaped. He made sure Taylor could see it as he heated it so it was white hot at the tip and a glowing cherry red all the way down the blade. "You see, I don't love. It's a weakness." He leant forward and placed the dagger flat against the side of Taylor's neck. "It's why you're here."
Taylor
Taylor closed his eyes and flinched away, before he felt a hand hold his head in place.
"GOD! DAMMIT!" he cursed, grip tightening on the arms of the chair for all he was worth.
"If there was no such thing as love I wouldn't be alive in the first place! The entire human race would just die out, you want that to happen?! We could $#!+ing make it happen, and if all humans were like you I'd be for it!"
Blakesley
"Reproduction can be achieved without love," Blakesley said clinically. He reheated the blade again, and laid it on the opposite side of Taylor's neck. Then he went and got a posture collar. He sprayed the inside of it with disinfectant first, before locking it around Taylor's neck. Blakesley turned his back and went back to the cupboard.
Taylor
Taylor closed his eyes with a gulp, trying to catch his breath as he panted rapidly again.
"Which is sick again," he managed to croak out.
"Don't scientists believe in anything natural? If the human race keeps going the way it is they're going to destroy this planet and everything else on it. And we'll be gone before that happens."
He gulped again, the collar pressing on his adam's apple.
Blakesley
"Perhaps," Blakesley allowed silkily. "You know, I saw pictures of Natalia before she came here. She was such a perfect little princess." He ran his hand along the gleaming collection of knives. "Her family believe she eloped, or some such. Her boyfriend died about six months into experimentation procedures." He selected a scalpel and went back over. He cut ten exactly parallel lines on the inside of Taylor's arm, then doused them in alcohol. "I think that was when she really started to break. I wonder what it will take for you?"
Taylor
Taylor couldn't turn his head again, so he closed his eyes and held his breath for as long as he could.
Finally, he was back to panting.
"Well both Mouse and my family are out of your reach, so I guess you'll never find out," he said between breaths, "Mouse is pregnant and you don't even know who the hell my family is."
Blakesley
"I'm sure I can find out easily," Blakesley said, then he seemed to be struck by something. "That would be quite novel. To have members of an interrelated group...Unfortunately, our specimens always seem to come in ones. None of them related by blood." Blakesley opened a canister that fumed white mist. He slowly trickled a few droplets of the liquid nitrogen onto Taylor's stomach. "You surely don't think Jane and Natalia can run forever? They'll be picked up in the next town."
Taylor
Taylor seethed, as he held his breath again.
"You'll NEVER find my family, because you don't believe who I AM!" he yelled between breaths.
It was hard enough keeping his eyes open, let alone withstanding the pain and thinking of comebacks.
"And they'll make it," he panted, before holding his breath again, "I have complete and utter faith in Jane in getting both of them to safety."
Blakesley
"Well, I'm glad you do. It'll make it that much more heartbreaking when I take a blade to Jane's skin." Blakesley smiled. "There is a lot I can do that will make sure she won't lose the children but will suffer an amazing amount of pain." Blakesley took the flooger, and suddenly struck out at Taylor's feet. The thongs curled around Taylor's soles and blood dripped to the ground.
Taylor
"OH GOD!" Taylor screamed, closing his eyes again.
"You stress her out enough she'll lose the freaking babies! You know if a mother gets stressed enough she can have a freaking miscarriage. You wanna lose all three of them prematurely?! I hope you $#!+ing do!"
Blakesley
"Unlikely. Jane's babies are...special. Stronger then normal." Blakesley nodded at the guards. "Use the bolt in the ceiling. Run a length of rope through the links on his cuffs." The guards hauled Taylor upright and soon he was dangling from the ceiling, balls of his feet barely touching the ground. "For instance, I believe that they all have that touch of the darker side of life in them." He went to the cabinet. "Or unlife as the case may be. Restrain his feet." The guards did so, even though Taylor kicked out at them, spinning slightly. Blakesley took a knife from the cabinet and slowly drew it down Taylor's side, from his armpit to the top of his pants. "Demon DNA is marvullously versatile."
Taylor
Taylor groaned and rolled his head as best he could as the knife cut into him. He managed to relax slightly, the pain of being cut feeling nothing compared to some things that had already been done.
"You're gonna die a slow death, Blakesley," he half murmured, half whispered.
"You have no idea... how powerful some of the beings on our side are. By the time," he flinched, "they're through with you, you'll wish you'd never been born. And if my father gets hold of you, I only pray that God has mercy on your soul."
Blakesley
"Oh, I'm sorry? Are you threatening me again. I find that somewhat amusing..." he slid the knife carefully under Taylor's skin and twisted slightly, "seeing as how you're the one bleeding. And i do not believe in the existence of the human soul. There are merely the strong, and the weak." Blakesley left the knife in Taylor's side as he went over to the cupboard again. He came back with a container of needles, and going over to the other side, started to poke them through folds of skin on his side. They glittered, one of their ends daubed lightly with blood. "You know, you're almost pretty enough to be a girl. I know that there are some personal in the base who happen to prefer that in their choice of partners..."
Taylor
Tears fell down Taylor's face and stung his eyes.
"Dammit," he cried, "my father is appromiately fifth in line on the alien high council. If he just knew your name..."
He couldn't even shake his head, the collar holding it in place.
"And you can call me a girl as much as you freaking want. I used to have long hair so I'm used to it."
He gulped a little, then started panting again.
Blakesley
"But seeing as how you hold so closely to your religion, I would believe that you are a virgin all senses of the word. Not to my taste, of course but I think a few of the personnel might be a bit aggreived that Natalia is gone. She was an excellent stress reliever." Blakesley looked at the line of glittering needles stuck through Taylor's side, and decided it was good. He went and got the lighter. He flicked it a few times, then started it playing over the ends of the needles.
Taylor
Taylor squeezed his eyes shut again, continuing to pant as he began to feel the needles heat up.
"Yes, my religion is important to me. But how can you be so sure? My younger brother just got two girls pregnant already this year, and he is no way interested in marriage."
He cringed again, before letting out another cry of pain.
Blakesley
"You strike me as a man of principle." Blakesley flashed his teeth in an amused, wolfish grin. "So I do not doubt that you are clinging to your beliefs with every thing you have." He looked Taylor up and down, then went to the cupboard. He fixed a spray bottlt nozzle onto the liquid oxygen, and then shot a short spray of colder then ice vapour over the area he had been heating. He was sure some of the needles shattered. "I believe some music may be in order. Something by Chopin, please." Strains of soft classical music filtered into the cell. "Thank you."
Taylor
Taylor cried out in agony again, as he tried to unsuccessfully curl his body.
Once he regained control, so to speak, he tried to concentrate on the music. Music... the one thing that could possibly calm him.
Blakesley
Blakesley played around for a bit more, often retuning to either the lighter of the liquid nitrogen, sometimes the electric generator to make things interesting. Then he looked at his watch and sighed with regret. "It appears that this session is coming to a close. I have places to be, things to do, results to tabulate. I'm sure however, that I will find time to come down again tomorrow." He placed the whip back in the cupboard, then looked at the guards. "I want a heel to toe watch in here. He is not allowed to fall asleep. You're allowed to use what is in the cupbaord to make sure he doesn't. But you're not to exceed what I have done today."
"Yes sir." One of the soldiers saluted him.
"Well. That seems to be adequately taken care of. Good night, Taylor." Blakesley left.
Taylor
Taylor couldn't help but feel relieved when Blakesley finally left.
He felt the guards begin to undo his restraints, then carry him back over to the chair. He was once again restrained into it, one of the guards pulling his hair back and opening his eye a little to make sure he was awake.
"You're all gonna burn in hell," he managed to whisper, before cringing at the pain in his feet.
Then he once again prayed for Mouse, hoping that she and Nat had gotten out safely.