Torture awoke from his sleep in a cold sweat. Sleep is something that never really came normal for him given what he's forced to do since he became a walking monstrosity. If the screams of his victims echoing in his head didn't keep him awake at night, the constant pain he experienced would do the rest. He propped himself up and glanced around his cell taking in his surroundings close to his berth leaned up against his side table was his trusty mossberg his main weapon of choice, also on his side table was his pair of red shades that hid his eyes from other agents and finally hanging on the wall was his trench coat. His room ,if you could even call it that was fairly large compared to normal sized personnel. However, when you put Torture in it there is hardly enough room for his berth and small side table. Over the years he's learned to live with the cramped conditions. Majority of the personnel in the complex are used to his large figure patrolling the halls. But it does little to quell the fear that many personnel share. Many think of him as a gigantic dumb brute who revels in the death and gore of his enemies; when really he is an intelligent methodical being who has remorse for all the cruel actions he commits upon others. The only personnel who actually treat him normally would have to be the grunts.
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Often when he would roam the halls, rooms and perimeter of the base grunts would always go out of there way to be friendly to him, ranging from the friendly wave to helping Torture with wounds he sustained in combat and he did his best to pay back there kindness whether it be helping them do maintenance work acting as a large scaffold or defending them from other units in the base. Grunts would normally walk near him or stand right next to him, other units especially agents don't dare to mess with them when he's nearby. Shaking himself from his thoughts he sat up from his bed and got ready for his daily patrol, thinking to himself how he wishes he could be free from this torment. Little did he know that this day will finally give him what he yearns for.
__________________________________ Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out I've been dealing with a lot over the past month. I'll try to push out a chapter every week if possible but I can't make any guarantees.
