Journey Series: Ellick

Degredation

A new stop on the torture train for Torres was daily visits to the horrific "medical" offices. Every day after a breakfast of questions which he would not answer followed by punches to the face, they would hustle him across what appeared to be a dusty walkway in a rather vacant area to another building in which they roughly ushered him to an operating room and make him observe as their "doctor," would sexually assault his patient, rape, he thought, what's the point of sugar-coating this shit when it won't make it any easier, anesthetize her, then pack her with cocaine. She would be wheeled out into a room as the drugs wore off and most likely become the source of sexual satisfaction of another twisted dog until she was transported with 20+ others like her to some other god-forbidden place where they would do the same procedure. They made him watch for hours on end. Then they "escorted" him back to his cell and served him the same breakfast as dinner, maybe spicing it up a bit with a hot iron rod with which they would bore holes into his back.

It was torture, duh. Wasn't supposed to not hurt. But there was a new fresh face among the typical aspects of torture. Degradation. They were physically harming him, but mentally degrading him when they made him watch the endless operational proceedings. He never slept, but now he couldn't even blink without seeing it all flash before his eyes. He didn't even want to attempt escape, for the thought of leaving those women behind to be subjected to such horror, he knew the guilt of it would plague him endlessly. On top of all the guilt, distrust, and additional baggage that would make him a psychiatrist's dream, no, it was not something he needed, nor wanted to live with.

But it wasn't about him. In fact, it was the last thing he was thinking about. The only thing his mind was set on was the fact that if he could survive first, he had to figure out a way to get all those women out alive.