Epics of Noche 4, Asylum

EON CH 11

TORTURE.

1774.

Noche wasn't sure when the pain dulled. It might have been days; it might have been months. There was no sense of time in the darkness. She could still feel it, but it had become more of a background sensation. Sometimes it flared up at unpredictable moments. Like a pulsating fire blazing all across her body for nonstop hours.

Her severed finger was now bone and the maggots became flies that buzzed around her body. Aside from them, there was no sound to be found in this abyss. The stench of her own fecal matter, urine, and blood had deadened her nose. She was fortunate to have the lamp, if it wasn't for its light she would have submerged into the darkness. Into the nothingness.

Noche tried to wiggle her fingers – an eruption of lava trailed down her hand, but her body was too exhausted to even wince. When was the last time she had a good night's rest? Noche let the thought slide off her mind and forced her fingers to move through sheer willpower. The tips had scabbed over.

"How much time has passed?" She thought.

As if the thought was a magnet, the door squealed open once more. Noche managed to raise her head through the waves of fire assaulting her skull. There was an impact against her chest – her entire body locked up as electricity coursed through the two taser prongs into her nerves. Her muscles, which had gone tight from inactivity, were ripped from the sudden contractions.

The Grave brothers kept the taser running as they approached the blonde. Red didn't let go of the button as Blue approached and covered Noche's face with a rag. The electricity finally stopped, but only a split second before high-pressure saltwater slammed into Noche's face.

Her eyes stung and it was impossible to breathe. The assault went on for almost a few minutes and Noche was about to run out of her. Her body burned with the intense desire for fresh oxygen – she needed air. She needed to breathe now. The edges of her vision were beginning to go dark as they continued to waterboard her.

It finally stopped, Blue ripped the rag off long enough for Noche to get one good lungful of air. Then Red pressed down on the taser's button again and electricity forced Noche's entire body to tighten up. Her chains rattled as she became stiff as a board. Blue placed the rag back over Noche's mouth a split second before they started waterboarding her again.

They stopped after a few rounds of back and forth. Noche hung there shivering and wet, her body and lungs recovering from the trauma. Her vision had gone blurry as salt water stung her eyes.

"Wakey, wakey Noche," Red said.

Her vision cleared to him holding a thick metal bucket. She could barely make out the bubbling black liquid before it was splashed onto her face and chest. The boiling oil caused her skin to blister and crack as it burned her flesh. A moment later another blast of pressurized ice water slammed into her body and the drastic change from hot to cold almost sent her body into shock.

"Feeling awake now?" Red asked.

The water died down and Noche was left convulsing. As she flailed, Red took out a small metal device in the shape of a pear.

"Do you know what this is," he asked.

The blonde didn't respond; she was too busy recovering.

"This is called the pear of anguish," he said. "It's a torture device that was made in the medieval ages."