WARNING! THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN A LOT OF CURSING AND TORTURE.

So read at your own risk and don't tell me I didn't warn you.

Chapter 8: Hell

As Remy regained consciousness, he felt immense pain coming from his right arm and form the back of his head. As he slowly sat up, he tried to remember what happened before he blacked out. As everything flowed back to him, he immediately went on guard.

He took a good look at his surroundings and realized, that he was in a 5 square meter room. There were no windows and the only exit was through a steel door. On the ground was only a makeshift bed made of straws. He was missing his shirt and shoes. He only had trousers on, his right arm was bandaged.

As he collected the information, he summarized his situation, “Seems like they kept me alive. Now the question is: Why?” As he slowly stood up and ignored the pain from his arm, he started examining the room more closely. Maybe there would be a way for him to get away. Half an hour passed by and he found nothing.

“Fuck this, there isn't even a crack for an ant to crawl in from, much less for me to get away from.” As he cursed to himself, his face turned ugly. This job had taken a turn for the fucking worst possible scenario. There was no way of telling what time it is or where the hell he was. He also had no idea how much time had already passed. Suddenly, a slit on the steel door slid open and a pair of brown eyes looked in.

Seeing that Remy was awake, he quickly closed it and went to call someone. About 5 minutes later the steel door opened and 5 man with soldiers demeanor walked in. 4 out of the 5 men were pointing their rifles at him, while one of them walked closer to him. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was currently wearing military fatigues but no emblem.

He squatted in front of Remy and asked in accented English, “Who is the right courier, what is the package?” Remy looked the man in the eye and smiled, “No clue.” As the soldier heard that, immediately a punch landed on Remy's face. Remy just spat out a mouthful of blood before glaring at the man again. The man's eyes were cold as he asked again, “Who is the right courier, what is the package?”

Remy just said through grit teeth, “No fucking idea fucktard.” The man just stood up. Just as he was about to turn around, he kicked Remy in the face again. Remy fell over and felt his consciousness slipping away again. The man said something to the soldiers behind him in a foreign language and left. The four soldiers then dragged Remy to another room. As Remy sobered up from the dizziness, he took a good look around.

This room had one chair and he was strapped to it, on either side of the chair were two long tables. Currently these tables were empty. 10 minutes went by and the man who hit him, came through the door carrying two large steel trunks. He put them on the tables and opened them. From them he took all kinds of weird contraptions but seeing them, Remy paled. “This fucker is planning on torturing me.” As he thought to himself, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

Torturing was a very common method of gathering information from captives. How humane it was, that depended on the country conducting it. Some countries only used the “carrot and stick” method but some used methods that made even the most sadistic murders pale.

As Remy looked at the tools brought out by the man, his face turned paler. He thought to himself, “This is some truly dogshit luck. If I only knew how long I have been out, I can determine my chance of survival or at least how sane I might be.”

There was an agreement between him and Alex that he would report in every night. If he didn't make a sound for a week then Alex should assume the worst case scenario. Since he had no idea where the hell he was or how much time had passed, he was kind of screwed. After the man emptied the contents of his trunks, he turned to Remy with a sadistic smile, “Now then, it is time to hear the truth.”

Since Remy had no way of even moving an inch, he was completely at his mercy. The first contraption the man used was a hand press. He strapped Remy's hand between on a plate, over it was a drill. The drill was as thick as a person thumb, so when he started grinding through Remy's hand, Remy yelled out in pain.

The mans smile just turned more ecstatic. Seeing this, Remy just thought to himself, “This fucking sadistic shit. He is getting off on this fucking thing.” When the drill had penetrated 2-3 mm in, it stopped. The man looked at Remy and asked, “Now tell me, who is the right courier or what is the package.” Remy just looked at the man and said, “My jobs is to get the package from point A to point B. I have no idea what the package is.”

The man refused to believe it and continued drilling. He stopped every few 1-2 mm and asked him again. When he had drilled though Remy's hand. Remy was already crying from the pain. The man just changed the hand and repeated the process. No matter how many times he asked, he always got the same answer.

Feeling vexed, he grabbed his next contraption. This one was also strapped to his Remys hands but this ones objective was to remove his nails. Every time he didn't get a satisfying answer, he slammed down on the handle thus removing one of his finger nails. However, even when the last fingernail was removed, the answer didn't change. Feeling annoyed, the man took out a vial.

As Remy looked at it with dead eyes, he asked in a hoarse voice, “What is that?” When the torturer heard that, he gave him a sinister smile as he said, “This is Sulphuric acid.” When Remy heard what the vial was, he started violently trashing around. When the man saw the sight, he seemed to be in more pleasure than before.

Remy just yelled at the man in his already hoarse voice, “You goddamn psychopathic faggot. Go jack off with that acid and go watch some fucking torture porn as you let someone lunatic shove a spiked dildo up your ass.” When the man heard that, he became enraged.

It seemed like Remy had struck a nerve somewhere. He put down the vial of acid and picked up a racket like thing and smashed it against Remy's head. This however knocked Remy right out and as the man calmed down and confirmed that Remy was out cold, he mumbled something to himself in a foreign language. He then called for the men from before and they took Remy back to his holding cell.

They also called for a doctor to patch up his wounds so he didn't die to them before he spat out everything he knew. When Remy woke up, his wounds were being treated by a young female doctor. She had long black hair that was currently in a bun and brown eyes. She didn't look any older than 18 but she was dressed in a lab coat and had a very pitiful expression on her face.

When she saw that Remy had awoken, she immediately said, “Don't move, let me treat your wounds.” Remy shoved her away and said in a cold tone, “Get lost bitch, I don't need you to prolong my life so I can be tortured longer.” He knew very well what kind of a situation he was in. The longer he lived, the lower the chance of him dying sane was.

The young doctor gave him a surprised glance as she immediately hung her head saying, “I know what you mean but I can't ignore a person in need of help.” Remy just barked at her, “If you want to help me, tell me: What day is it today and where the fucking Hell am I?”

The woman looked at him with serious eyes as she said, “Today is March 26 and you are in a military base in Turser, Burgis Empire.” When Remy heard that, his mouth fell open. He had been out for nearly 2 weeks so it meant that he had been kept unconscious through the transportation from there to here.

He was also about a 1000KM away from Hisosi. He let out a resigned laugh as he said in a self mocking tone, “Kill me. There is no way in seven Hells that I can survive this. If those guys learn that I know nothing, they will stop wasting time and plant a bullet in my head.”

As the young woman heard that, she asked her in a confused manner, “Why are you giving up?” Remy looked at her with a resigned face as he said, “Because I've been out for 2 weeks and I'm over 800KM away from the border of my country. Tell me, how the fucking Hell am I supposed to survive this?”

As the woman heard that, her face revealed shock.