The Revolution Came

Chapter 13: Torture

September 30, 1932

It had been three weeks since General Rivera and Commander Bracodo were captured, and she had to admit, her admiration for the general had only grown.

Despite everything, he remained steadfast, always shielding the young commander from harm. As the days passed, she realized he wasn't the ruthless figure the stories made him out to be but a man of unwavering kindness and a heart far bigger than she had ever imagined.

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She and the torturer entered the room, preparing the tortures they had in line for their prisoners.

"Why are you still doing this?" Cody asked as he looked at her with a calm face.

She brought out a whip and whipped the floor, causing him and Mey to recoil.

"Like I said in the past... you won't get anything from either of us," Cody said, watching her with a determined glare.

She could only look at the hooded man before turning to look outside the cell. She could only sigh as Cody looked at her.

"If you won't give up any information... Then its hopeless. The commissioner will deal with you," She said as she started whipping them.

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The British Cold Guards dragged him towards one of the interrogation rooms. Being placed on the chair, he could only stare at the Emperor's hand and a British Commissioner.

"I already told you... You won't get anything from me," Cody said as the Commissioner could only give a hearty laugh. Jazmine turned to look at him.

"Dear Commissioner... You have failed to notice that the crown has taken note of your Revolutionary fervor," Shay said while Cody could only glare at him.

"Commissioner Scott... What a pleasant surprise. How's your wife and children... Oh wait my bad!" Cody said in a malevolent tone, his face showing a spiteful expression.

Shay looked at him and then punched him in the face.

"Never mention my family!" Shay shouted while Cody spat blood out of his mouth.

"Let me ask you Commissioner... Have you ever considered that the men and women you've imprisoned have families too?" Cody asked in a calm tone while Shay could only glare at him.

"Let me remind you why those men and women are here now... They serve under you and your revolution," Shay said as he removed a curtain.

His eyes open in anger and shock at the scene in front of him.

"Your business is with me not him!" Cody shouted as Mey hung on chains.

"I'll take the torture just don't hurt him!" Cody continued as Shay placed his arm on his shoulder.

"For all your talk of freedom and equality... you're always the first to take the blow." Shay's voice dripped with mockery as he stepped closer. "When will you learn, Rivera? The people don't have a voice. They work, and we reap the rewards; it's our God-given right."

Cody's jaw tightened, his glare sharp with contempt. "You forgot something, Scott." His voice was steady but laced with disgust. "I fight for the people. They deserve a voice. They deserve freedom. They deserve to be free from tyranny." He took a step forward, meeting Shay's gaze head-on. "God gave us the right to free will, not the right to exploit others."

Shay's smirk faltered, his expression darkening as he locked eyes with Cody once more. For a brief moment, there was silence, just the weight of two opposing ideals crashing against each other. Then, with a scoff, Shay straightened his coat.

"Believe what you want, Rivera." His voice was cold, dismissive. "But in the end, power always wins. And the people? They will always be ruled."

He turned sharply, leaving Cody there, fists clenched, the fire in his eyes unwavering.

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"I have nothing," Mey whispered, his voice barely audible as the man stepped closer. Panic crept into his chest, but before he could react, a firm hand rested on his shoulder.

"Easy... The Revolutionary Army is on their way," the man reassured him, his voice calm yet familiar—too familiar. A voice from a past he had long buried.

Mey's breath hitched. "Dad?" he whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.

The hooded figure gave a subtle nod. "The Supreme Council is scrambling to recover, especially after the president learned about your abduction," his father murmured, glancing toward the window.

Outside, Cody and the Commissioner were locked in a heated argument, their voices barely muffled by the walls.

His father sighed, turning back to him. "I'm sorry, Mey... but we must keep up the ruse. If they suspect anything, my cover will be blown."

Mey swallowed hard before giving a solemn nod. "I understand."

Even as he said it, a part of him wished he didn't.

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The door to her cell creaks open. Dwayne Newhiskey stepped inside, his expression smug; he was here to gloat. 

"What do you want?!" Kyra snapped, her eyes burning with fury. "James and Cody have seen through your lies, you traitorous whelp!"

Dwayne merely grinned. "You think I serve the British, but that's not true. My loyalty has always been with the revolution, and the President."

Kyra scoffed. "James isn't blind, and neither is Cody. They've caught on to what you've been doing for months, feeding the British crucial information, leading them to Cody and our generals." For the first time, Dwayne hesitated. A flicker of shock crossed his face before he quickly masked it.

Kyra smirked. "Your silence proves me right." A bead of sweat rolled down Dwayne's temple. Then, his smirk returned, cruel and mocking.  

"Heh... Your arrogance will be your downfall." 

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "The Supreme Council won't hold out forever. The revolution is fracturing, the people are tired, and once the pressure mounts, they'll have no choice but to sign the declaration of surrender."

His smirk widened as he continued. "And when they do, the British will reclaim these lands... and I will take my rightful place as Minister of State. Whenever they accept it or not, I will be the one pulling the strings." Kyra's blood ran cold.

Dwayne turned to leave but glanced back with a wicked grin. "With Rivera out of the way, there's no one left to stop me. Your pathetic revolution is finished." He stepped through the doorway, the heavy cell door slamming shut behind him.

Kyra lunged forward, yanking at the chains on her ankles. "NEWHISKEY! GET BACK HERE!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls.

But no one came.

All she could do now was hope, hope that they could get Cody and Mey back before it was too late.

To Be Continued