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I glare at him, but the lights are hindering my vision of him. I keep my mouth shut.
“You must think I’m stupid. There’s no way I’m getting out alive, even if I tell you what you want,” I say, coughing in between words.
He grins at me, the grills in his teeth making an appearance. “You’re right. But at least you won’t have to drown to death.”
I look away from him. I won’t tell him anything.
“Fine then, have it your way,” he says, clamping his hand tightly on my cheek until my eyes start to water from the pain. “I quite like the idea of torturing you.”
He puts the smelly hood over my head once again and forcefully tilts my head back, laughing when I try to fight back.
“Good. I love it when they put up a fight. Makes it more interesting,” he says, laughing loudly while his companion remains silent.
He pours the water directly over my face, and the fabric sticks to my skin with water seeping through it, choking me.
I try to remain calm and breathe in as slowly as possible, conserving the little air I’d managed to take in and hold in my mouth before he started pouring the water.
As more water pours on me, my mind struggles to grapple with the reality of things.
I’m not drowning. I’m being waterboarded. I won’t die, I can’t die.
Despite my mantra, my body tenses only seconds before it begins to fight for the will to live. I lose hold of the oxygen I’ve kept in hopes of sustaining me for as long as the water continues.
Please, come for me, Tanner, Josiah, and Rueben. I'm sorry I doubted you.
I plead in my mind, tired and exhausted. My eyes expel tears that are quickly washed away by the water that constantly pours over my face in large torrents.
He pauses for a moment. “Ready to give up?”
He doesn’t give me time to draw breath or respond before water falls over my face once again.
I fight against the ropes chafing at my wrists.Please help me. I can’t die here.
Water goes into my nose and up, sending pain into my brain. It hurts so bad that I would scream if my mouth wouldn’t end up filling with water.
I kick his legs in front of me, and the water stops.
“Finally ready to give us the answer, I see?”
He lets out another bark of laughter. The sound grates on my nerves, and I want to push a knife through his throat until his larynx comes out on the other side. But I’m powerless and restrained, unable to do anything but tell him what he wants to know so I can feel relief, even if for a moment.
“Will you give up the coordinates?” he asks, and I nod.
I know they most likely will want to kill me, but I can buy some time if I write the coordinates slightly off. They’ll check it first before killing me, right?
He signals someone, and I am given a pen and book.
“Write it down.”
I accept the writing materials and scribble down the location, all while shuddering from the impact of the torture. I hand it over to the man who had given it to me and then face my torturer.
He laughs again and nods. “I’m disappointed that you came around so quickly. I wish I could have a little more fun with you.”
“Well, you gave me no choice, now did you?” I ask with haphazard breaths.
“I suppose I didn't.”
He shrugs and takes out his gun from behind him. “I guess I should keep my word. After all, you are responsible for how rich we’re about to get.”
