A Simple Question

Theoderaf stalked around the holding cell, both his presence and sheer physical size filling the space and pressing on the prisoner in the centre of the room. The lights flickered, designed to look like they were faulty to add to the fear of the subject. The one constant source of light in the room was Theoderaf’s eyes, two red embers gliding around the room, the prisoner being unable to look into them for fear of setting off the beast. “Where is your base?”

The words were only a whisper, low and guttural, yet they seemed to come from the room itself. The cogitators whirred within the prisoner’s augmetic left arm, sweat running down onto the chains and shackles. “I have no information on a base. We are the wind and the sand.”

Theoderaf snarled, slamming the wall of the cell with his fist and causing the prisoner to flinch. His bionic enhancements may have been designed to give him more control over his bodily functions, but the base human reactions to fear were unescapable. “I will break you.” hissed Theoderaf, right in the prisoner’s ear.

The prisoner jerked back instinctively, his chains going tort and holding him in place. “I can see your fear, the thoughts running through your mind right now. You promised your Lord that you would serve him, that you would never betray him. You have failed him already. You are my prisoner, and I will pull every last piece of information from you and then keep pulling simply to inflict pain on you. Us finding your base is inevitable, you and your resistance are insignificant.”

Theoderaf appeared in front of the prisoner in less than a second, his eyes glowing brighter and brighter. The prisoner let out a guttural scream, his augmetics grinding trying to break out of the chains.

“WHERE. IS. YOUR. BASE.” [[Category:A]]