A few hours after the burnings, we decided to drag the prisoner to a different room and then we stripped him of his clothes, leaving him in his undies.
I then asked the prisoner, “Do you like cold places?”
The prisoner, who could barely stand due to the burns inflicted, did not say anything.
I then proceeded to have one of my guards prepare a special room for him to stay, probably for an hour or two.
Conrad then told me that he will give the prisoner a bath, and then I allowed him to do so. I also told him to make him as thoroughly uncomfortable as possible, but also to make sure they did not overdo it.
Conrad and a couple of my goons, then gave him a bath – with cold water close to freezing point. The scumbag was shivering as we made sure to clean him up very well.
After the bath, we brought him to the special room, in which he lies down on a giant block of ice and with the air conditioner set on full blast.
The longer he was in there, the more he had to beg us to get him out of the room, but we did not bother to get him out until he was on the brink of dying of hypothermia.
I put him out of his misery by dragging him out of the room, and while I was dragging him, my guards actually laughed at him because of how he begged for us to get him out.
He was shivering and was helpless so he could not do anything.
Then again, I never felt sorry for him at all. Never. He deserved that anyways.
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The Hounds of Retribution
FanficA fanfiction of Stranger Things taking place in 198X. Subject Prime, genetic son and creation of Dr. Percival Rickover, who was a professor to the late Dr. Martin Brenner, narrates a memoir of spending time with a prisoner he held in his safehouse. ...
