The Wavering Hawk [ENGLISH]

P11. In The Dark

This was different.

Once again, the dropped me in the water. Sank me in wholly.

The water pressed my lungs and bones. The cold nailed my skin with bitter needles. My mind barely functioned as my eyes blindfolded and my senses went numb.

When I was on the brink of unconscious they lifted me up and repeat the same question all over again, started with:

"Who are you?"

You're Mikhail, I repeated the same answer, again and again in my foggy mind, but never in my mouth. When they use whips and knives, nothing out of my mouth but utter scream. You're Mikhail.

"Where do you came from?"

You're a Maha.

Damn this wretched state. I've taken harsher simulation and succeeded hundreds times all over. But this time, with only this much torture, I dared to say, I barely survived.

"Where is your friend?"

Alliance is your only ally.

The whip once again slashed my flesh. A drop of blood splattered to my face, let me taste the salty iron-like taste of it.

Just hang in there, Mikhail. These Humans couldn't possibly had more endurance than you did.

"You're unusually persistent." A voice stated. That voice was here since the beginning, since this darkness began. "That would only escalate the fun."

Another pain hit my nerves. Harder than ever. It jolted my body, cracked my joints, and shattered all of my bones. I screamed as the pain took over my mind and body, paralyzing me of all bodily and brain function.

[Protocol Forty-One has been activated]

As a strange sound come to my head, then something switched off, like a electric waves that suddenly cut short. It took a second for the pain to return, once again tormented me with unbearable pain.

This time, even my mind went silent.

***

"You've been well trained, I see."

Nothing healed, I thought when noticing the wounds that'd been pain in the neck. Water and blood that dripping out from my trembling wet skin. I've been in these pants for who-knows-how-long and the wetness of it disturbed me, distracted me from any sound but my own heartbeat.

"Now I get what they say as exhausted."

They electrocuted me again, woke me up from anything that kept my mouth sealed.

"You can't keep this any longer, Sir." A strange voice stated. He's been here for a brief of time, along with The Sir: the first man I've remembered had been here since the beginning. "The deadline is coming. We can't prolong this any further."

"Could you tell them to wait? I'm being curious here, for the first time in my life."

Another pain hit me. I screamed, as loud as I could. These days, I no longer restrained the voice from my throat. Nothing come of restraining yourself but the intensified pain. And I didn't need any more intensifying pain.

"No."

The Sir sighed. "It's an order?"

"Indeed, Sir."

I heard something ticked on the wooden surface, like a ticking clock from Old Age's relic, but with louder voice.

"He can still hide something...." The Sir argued. "We still haven't squeezed anything from him."