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After
discussing with him his interests, I left the room, telling
him where to sit upon my return. I quickly changed in to
my PVC bodysuit, general's coat and hat. As I walked back
in to the room, I glanced at him casually.
"Ah... there you are, my naughty little spy. We have ways
of making you talk. Spies are usually shot in this country.
So... you have a choice..." I paused for effect, "Tell me
everything I want to know, or you die."
"I can't do that, General," he replied shakily. "It would
leave me with no honor."
"When I'm through with you," I said, "You will have no dignity."
I then tied his wrists to the chair he was sitting in, and
tied his ankles to each leg of the chair. He started to
squirm, and breathe more heavily, his eyes wide open, anticipating
his tortures...
I walked across the room and retrieved my violet wand electric
shock torture kit. The wand, quite versatile and cunning,
varied from 9 to 13 Volts. I placed the kit in front of
him so he could see all the different attachments. I plugged
it in, pushed the button on the handle, and it lit up--coming
to life like a purring, crackling animal. His mouth dropped.
"No, General! Not that!"
"Will you tell me everything that I want to know?"
"Like what?" he asked.
"Like
how did you get behind enemy lines? Are there more of you?
Did you parachute in?"
"I... I... can't tell you that, General. I would rather
die."
"Oh, but as you can see, I have something worse than death."
I narrowed my eyes, and proceeded to zap him all over his
chest and sides. He squealed in pain as the electricity
surged through his body.
"Are you going to tell me?" I asked.
"We parachuted!" he screamed.
"How many were there?" I asked.
"I... I don't know!"
"What do you mean you don't know? Weren't you on the plane
with your comrades?" I zapped him again. This time the electrical
surge lasted for about 15 seconds. He tried to kick and
move his legs and arms, but they were secured to the chair.
"How many were there?" I asked.
"12." he replied.
"I told you you had no honor," I said, slapping his face,
which left a nice handprint on his right cheek. His eyes
started to water.
"Now I only have one more question for you. How did you
get behind enemy lines? My troops would have seen your men
drop from the sky. Was it through the sewer lines? Do you
have a diagram of the city?"
"I can't tell you that," he said, "Many people will die
if I do."
"There's only one life you should be concerned with, and
that is yours." I leaned closer, more threatening. "Now
you have no dignity, so just tell me what I want to know."
When he hesitated once again, I slapped his other cheek
with my left hand, and then proceeded to zap him continuously
throughout his body for about 30 seconds. He screamed out
in pain, begging me not to hurt him anymore. I then slapped
his other cheek, his head recoiling to one side from the
blow. Now his body was limp. I knew he would tell me anything
that I wanted.
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