Jack had been strapped to the table for almost three days now, the exquisite pain and suffering he had endured were almost over, he would be dead soon, his body had had enough, his mind and will had had enough. Throughout the agony he hadn't spoken a single word, hadn't given his torturers one single shred of information.
They had snatched him from outside the government building where he worked.
A chemical sprayed into his eyes, handcuffed, and thrown into a van, it had happened so unbelievably quickly.
The constant questions were of a military nature, where were the silos? What was the stand off capability? How many troops? Where were the heads of command situated?
Jack had all the answers, and he would have given them to stop the pain, he worked on the computers and had access to the information they sought, and they knew this.
What they didn't know was that Jack had been a deaf mute from birth, and although he could lip-read perfectly, the unwise choice of chemical spray his abductors had used had burned deep into Jack's pupils, the poor man never regained his sight.
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.