Lee clawed at the hands that held his head down and so received a knock to the back of the head as his reward. He tried to call out but instead breathed in water.
Lee’s body shook as he gagged. His head was then suddenly pulled up.
He coughed up the water from his lungs and said, ‘Oh god, oh god, oh god.’ Then threw up water from his stomach.
Karr, who was behind him, let go, causing him to fall to the floor. Lee lay on the ground while his body convulsed, putting his three fingered left hand to his face – the other two had been cut off. His right hand had been crushed with a hammer – he knew he would never have use of that hand ever again.
Lee had been in the military for over 12 years and had completed six tours, this was the first time he had been captured.
Karr picked up Lee’s semi-naked body and dragged it to the next room where the fire pit smouldered. Lee didn’t know if he could take any more pain. They were going to kill him, that was for certain, it was just a matter of when.
‘The clock’s ticking, my friend,’ the man in the shadows said. ‘If you can’t tell me where the next attack will come from, Karr will have to kill you.’
Lee said nothing.
The hot iron came towards him.
He closed his eyes as tight as they would go.
