A little more than a day has passed since Jon was getting electrocuted. It went on for hours, but Jon didn't tell the enemy anything they wanted. Hunger. That's what Jon feels right now. He has gone days without food. Oh what he would give for a juicy porterhouse steak, with a loaded baked pot...........

The serenity of his thoughts were interrupted by the hundreds of volts of power that flow through his body from the table of batteries next to him. For over 24 hours, Jon has been tortured with electric over and over. The masked man with a heavy middle eastern accent just laughs and spouts off some wise ass comments every now and then. The masked man holds Jon's dog tags in his hand.

The masked man walks forward to Jon. Yesterday, Jon was sitting in a chair, but during the night, he had been stood up and his arms chained above his head. Jon's feet were just barely touching the floor. He was more or less just hanging by the chains. His hair matted, his body covered in blood, dirt, and cuts, Jon is only hanging on by a thread.
The masked man grabs Jon by the chin and smacks him.

While holding Jon's chin, the masked man waits for an answer. Jon thinks to himself, just holding on to consciousness. With the tiny bit of saliva and mucus left in his mouth, Jon gathers it and spits it right into the eyes of the masked man.

The masked man, now infuriated, swings his fist at Jon multiple time, cracking Jon in the jaw and nose over and over. Blood spews from Jon's already broken nose. Blood drips from his mouth as he laughs, trying to mask the pain. The mask man gets a hold of himself. He walks out of the picture of the camera and behind a table.

Jon struggles to focus his eyes. A door opens and the sounds of someone being dragged can be heard. Another table can be heard dragging across the room towards Jon. Jon can see the table, covered in blood and cut marks. The masked man's helpers bring a person over to the table. Jon see who it is.
Lance Corporal Leon Jenkins. Aka Flash. Jenkins was the fastest guy in the battalion. He was also a good friend. He looked to be in bad condition. HE wore no shirt, and the marks of his torture could easily be seen. Cuts, bruises, blood and burn marks litter his body. jenkins hands are bound behind his back, and he isn't able to walk by himself. Jon looks down at Jenkins feet. Toes are missing. Jon can't concentrate well enough to determine how many are missing, but it's preventing Jenkins from walking.

Jenkins is dragged over to the small table and placed on his knees. He looks up at Jon. Jon looks down at him. Jenkins cries.

Jon holds back the tears and tries to stay strong.

Jenkins stops crying. He looks up at Jon.

As Jon is speaking, out of nowhere the masked man walks over towards Jenkins. He rears back and Jon sees what the masked man is welding. A large sword. A reflection of light can be seen through the dried blood on the sword as it is swung in a sideways, downward motion.

Jenkins head sits in place for a second, before falling off and hitting the ground with a thud.

Jon hangs there, almost ready to break. How much more death could he handle?

The masked man waves for someone to come in. A large masked figure walks into the picture. He is clad in a leather apron, covered in blood. In his left hand is a metal rod with what looks like 10 to 15 strands of wire protruding from the tip. Each of the stands look to have metal barbs on them. Ranging from 2 to 5 barbs on each strand. It's a Cat O' Nine Tails.

Jon hangs his head. This is going to hurt a lot.