Girls frontline X Arknights - New Commander (On haitus)

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"Arghh!!...." I screamed in agony as electricity pulsed through my body once more in many times than I can barely remember being tasered.

We've been captured, to say the least, subjected to a series of perpetual torment ranging from regular punches all the way to electric shock.

I was chained to a chair near a table filled with knives and assortment for the maniac to use.

The maniac then chose a syringe with mysterious green, almost illuminating content inside and shoved it in the neck as the foreign liquid entered my bloodstream. I hold out my scream this time. Don't want the bastard to get the satisfaction of me screaming.

"Now. Tell me... Who is your contact, hmm? I mean, it's awe-inspiring of you and your friend to cross the curtains... Very easily" He smiled, staring at me straight.

The place was cold, very rustic with the intense smell of blood overpowering the room the only light was a little ceiling light swaying back and forth for the maniac to identify me easily.

I could barely see faint figures of former soldiers sat and tied up to the walls with chains sealed in cages, and their faces no longer filled with Bravado and defiance, or even agony. They lost it as now their emotionless bloodied faces downturned at the ground in defeat, and are only husk of their former selves, and I've somehow unfortunately fallen the same fate as them.

Not all of them... One of the men managed to break himself way out of the chains somehow and crouched near the metal bars pointed at the maniac and motioned his hands to lead the maniac to him. I could barely see him, but I noticed his arm motions. Hand signals...

"Dimi..." I muttered, still my head lowered, trying to get him close enough to me.

"Hmmm?... Yes..." He took the bait as he lifted his face next to me as I now grabbed his full attention.

"Dimi-try me again, you pinko ass," I muttered while giving a half-smile with my fucked up face.

The torturer wasn't amused a single bit as I pulled up in front of my face to examine me. I took this opportunity to bob my head back, and with the remaining strength, I headbutted him back as he staggers backward and falling on his rear near the cages.

Truth is... There's no contact, I and my partner just got lucky making past patrols.

"Feisty one, heh." The maniac grunted with a twisted smile creeping up his face as he slowly got up, but was stop by the man in the cage as he extended his arms and reach for his head and pulled him back to his head hit the metal bar.

"... That's for Forrest... Fucking asshole... " He panted as he pulled the body closer and pilfering for... Keys! And started unlocking the cage.

He opened the gate of his cell, but before he went over to me, he clenched his fist and started kicking the maniac mercilessly and grabbed a nearby scalpel, and stabbed it through his head.

"He was just an NSM... A kid..." He muttered, looking at the blood dripping formed a small puddle, and soon turned his attention to me and approached me as the light I finally saw who saved my skin was.

"Sir Gomez." I panted, looking at the comms expert and untied me with another scalpel on the table. "T-thank you."

My body soon felt a faint but noticeable pain in my abdomen, but I never paid mind to it and ignored it. Don't want to slow down now that i'm out on this restraints.

He was bruised, especially on his right cheek, and a significant slash on his lower abdomen and generally hurt bad I'm surprised he managed to do all of this.