Deserters

MIA

Alex started to slightly wake up, barley being able to open his eyes. His hands and ankles were bound and he had a sack over his head. He could hear the sounds of horses and he instantly knew he was in the back of a carriage. There was a small hole in the sack over his head that he could look through. From what he saw, he was being taken to a place even larger than the village he just attempted to raid. He lifted his head not even an inch and was instantly kicked in the ribs. The kick was so hard Alex couldn't breathe for a few moments. He licked his lips and could taste his own dried blood. He sighed and awaited for what was to come.

A large steel gate was opened and the carriage was taken inside. Once it stopped, two men grabbed Alex under his armpits and dragged him for what seemed like forever. The dragged him into a dark room with only one torch for lighting, his wrist bindings were cut and he was shackled to a wall. His good was not removed but his ankle bindings were cut loose. His clothes were ripped off of him and he was left hanging there.

After a few hours of hanging, three guards came back. They took Alex's hood off, let him down from the wall. They then tied him to a post facing the post. One of the men walked around so Alex could see him. "Where are your men based out of?" the man asked. Alex examined him from head to toe. There was no inch of color on his uniform aside from black. His armor made him look ripped but looked like it couldn't even stand up to a butter knife. Poorly designed. Alex laughed slightly. He motioned for the man to come closer. "Go fuck yourself..." Alex whispered in the man's ear. This infuriated him and the man stuck Alex across the face as hard as he could, and then again, and then once more. Pain shot through Alex's face with each strike. "I'll ask you once more... Where are your men based?" the man said this time clearly pissed off. Alex spit in his face and the man struck him again. As he walked away he motioned for the one soldier to begin.

Alex hear 3 loud cracks of a whip as the soldier practiced with it. The soldier whipped Alex in the back as hard as he could and Alex used everything in his power not to scream and yet he still made a loud grunt. Right as the pain started to go away the soldier lashed him again, and the pain was even worse this time. Alex could feel that the whip was broken into 3 parts so the pain would be spread out. The third time Alex was lashed he fell onto one knee after letting out a small scream and tears started to run down his cheeks from the pain. He was lashed about 20 more times before the 3 soldiers left. He was left tied to the pole. Tears were steaming down his face from the pain and his back was bleeding horribly.

Every day the soldiers came 2 to 3 times a day, asked for information, and when Alex gave them nothing as always he would be tortured, every time in a different way. He was lashed, beat, cut, water boarded, burned and would still never give anything up. One day, the soldiers did not come as usual. When the door opened, Alex was hanging off of the wall, head down. He heard the sounds of heels clicking on the ground and then saw the pair of heels stop in front of him. "Well well well... look what we have here..." he heard and then a small chuckle. He knew the voice and his eyes widened. He looked up and became shocked and speechless. "I never thought I'd see you again." the woman said chuckling. "Mackenzie..." Alex said quietly in shock, not believing who was in front of him.