07-13-2020, 06:11 PM
ASI Detention Facility Alpha-73B - 125 miles outside Ixtenco
5:40am, 12th July
Adelina Sasaki was lying on the floor in her cell, next to the dried in vomit that they hadn’t bothered to clean. Mariya had been using literally every technique that Restricted Region employees were trained to use on her, likely in the hope that the sheer overwhelming quantity of different methods of pain would break her despite her training and her general personality. It was working, Adelina’s body was not strong enough to withstand this onslaught of torture.
Her stomach lurched again from whatever rotten food Mariya had given her the night before, but there was nothing more to come up. Her back was hurting from sleeping in the same position, so she pulled herself onto her other side, wincing at the pain it caused to her ribs and the hand she was now missing a finger on. The chains Mariya had put on her wrists made a noise as she moved, and she braced herself to see whether or not the sound would make one of the guards come in and kick her like last time.
Nothing. Either they didn’t hear, or Mariya hadn’t ordered them to. Some of the others who’d hurt her had looked rather frightened of breaking her too much: knowing Mariya, the woman had instructed her underlings to keep Adelina alive until she had been driven beyond what the anti-torture religious protesters in Kerlile called “mind-death”. Adelina had always thought the Church types were exaggerating… no more.
The worst part of this wasn’t the pain or the humiliation or the permanent scarring… it was the guilt. She had spent her life doing this to other people. She had been trained to shut off her emotions, ignore any feelings and she assumed others could do it too, and that she could do it indefinitely. She had assumed that her victims were screaming in pain just as a matter of course to object, not that it was as bad as it was. Adelina now knew herself to be a terrible person, and deserving of everything that was now happening to her.
Two of the other Kerlians, who Mariya had ordered to hurt her, had been pulling their punches quite clearly. Adelina had been the superior of all of the Kerlian torturers and she knew their abilities. These two, Myeong and Sarita, were the youngest, and newest, and mostly acted as assistants to others than caused pain themselves. Adelina could see neither of them wanted to hurt her, and Sarita had even snuck into her cell once to give her actually nourishing food. She hadn’t seen them for a few days though, if Mariya had caught them…
When she heard the cell door opening, she assumed she was in for another session of the worst Mariya could think of, and let out a whimper. She was beyond embarrassment now, she needed to let Mariya think she was broken so she’d kill her and end this. She hadn’t been allowed to sleep for longer than four hours since she’d refused to do this to Yauhmi herself.
“She has something on her wrists, find the key,” said a voice in Xiomeran. Adelina perked up. She had spent her life in these places, albeit on the other side of the cell door. That was not the voice of a torturer.
“Who are you?” she returned slowly in Xiomeran, her own command of the language not great, but passable after all the classes she’d taken. Her throat was raw with lack of water and it came out as a screech, and whoever was there gave her water as they fiddled with her cuffs.
“Come on, we need to leave,” the man in front of her said, trying to pull her to her feet. As soon as she was standing, he had to catch her before she fell.
“I can’t walk, she broke my ankle on purpose,” Adelina said, hissing through the pain. “My ribs may be broken too, and there are burns on the soles of my feet.”
Two of her rescuers looked at each other. In truth, Adelina could’ve listed four more things that would make walking hard, but everything else she could work through the pain and didn’t want to seem like she was complaining too much. She knew all too well that trying to get sympathy often resulted in the opposite.
One of the rescuers, who looked strong, lifted her up fairly easily. She was definitely under-weight at this point, she had visibly been mostly starved, it would not be difficult for someone to carry her. She curled up in his arms too exhausted and hurt to even consider that this was some kind of trick. She felt a gratitude for her rescuers that she hadn’t even thought she was capable of feeling.
“Who…” she tried once more, but the motion and the exhaustion and the relief of being free made her fall unconscious in his arms.
5:40am, 12th July
Adelina Sasaki was lying on the floor in her cell, next to the dried in vomit that they hadn’t bothered to clean. Mariya had been using literally every technique that Restricted Region employees were trained to use on her, likely in the hope that the sheer overwhelming quantity of different methods of pain would break her despite her training and her general personality. It was working, Adelina’s body was not strong enough to withstand this onslaught of torture.
Her stomach lurched again from whatever rotten food Mariya had given her the night before, but there was nothing more to come up. Her back was hurting from sleeping in the same position, so she pulled herself onto her other side, wincing at the pain it caused to her ribs and the hand she was now missing a finger on. The chains Mariya had put on her wrists made a noise as she moved, and she braced herself to see whether or not the sound would make one of the guards come in and kick her like last time.
Nothing. Either they didn’t hear, or Mariya hadn’t ordered them to. Some of the others who’d hurt her had looked rather frightened of breaking her too much: knowing Mariya, the woman had instructed her underlings to keep Adelina alive until she had been driven beyond what the anti-torture religious protesters in Kerlile called “mind-death”. Adelina had always thought the Church types were exaggerating… no more.
The worst part of this wasn’t the pain or the humiliation or the permanent scarring… it was the guilt. She had spent her life doing this to other people. She had been trained to shut off her emotions, ignore any feelings and she assumed others could do it too, and that she could do it indefinitely. She had assumed that her victims were screaming in pain just as a matter of course to object, not that it was as bad as it was. Adelina now knew herself to be a terrible person, and deserving of everything that was now happening to her.
Two of the other Kerlians, who Mariya had ordered to hurt her, had been pulling their punches quite clearly. Adelina had been the superior of all of the Kerlian torturers and she knew their abilities. These two, Myeong and Sarita, were the youngest, and newest, and mostly acted as assistants to others than caused pain themselves. Adelina could see neither of them wanted to hurt her, and Sarita had even snuck into her cell once to give her actually nourishing food. She hadn’t seen them for a few days though, if Mariya had caught them…
When she heard the cell door opening, she assumed she was in for another session of the worst Mariya could think of, and let out a whimper. She was beyond embarrassment now, she needed to let Mariya think she was broken so she’d kill her and end this. She hadn’t been allowed to sleep for longer than four hours since she’d refused to do this to Yauhmi herself.
“She has something on her wrists, find the key,” said a voice in Xiomeran. Adelina perked up. She had spent her life in these places, albeit on the other side of the cell door. That was not the voice of a torturer.
“Who are you?” she returned slowly in Xiomeran, her own command of the language not great, but passable after all the classes she’d taken. Her throat was raw with lack of water and it came out as a screech, and whoever was there gave her water as they fiddled with her cuffs.
“Come on, we need to leave,” the man in front of her said, trying to pull her to her feet. As soon as she was standing, he had to catch her before she fell.
“I can’t walk, she broke my ankle on purpose,” Adelina said, hissing through the pain. “My ribs may be broken too, and there are burns on the soles of my feet.”
Two of her rescuers looked at each other. In truth, Adelina could’ve listed four more things that would make walking hard, but everything else she could work through the pain and didn’t want to seem like she was complaining too much. She knew all too well that trying to get sympathy often resulted in the opposite.
One of the rescuers, who looked strong, lifted her up fairly easily. She was definitely under-weight at this point, she had visibly been mostly starved, it would not be difficult for someone to carry her. She curled up in his arms too exhausted and hurt to even consider that this was some kind of trick. She felt a gratitude for her rescuers that she hadn’t even thought she was capable of feeling.
“Who…” she tried once more, but the motion and the exhaustion and the relief of being free made her fall unconscious in his arms.
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