8 Chapter 8 : Hell (1/2)

Yerrr! There may be a two chapters today. Who knows. Anyway, Esketit.

--------------------

Kenji winced at the burning irritation in his throat. Over and over. Choking to death on water. Further establishing the fear of drowning in the back of his mind. He was almost crying for mercy when the Commander finally let up. Kenji lost count at how many times he suffered. His best friend and classmates were already vetted to the nationalistic cause. When they were released from their chains and ushered into another dark room, the Commander had his way with Kenji. He couldn't hold in his laughter at this poor kid. Pitiful.

The Commander sat slanted onto a bucket leaning against the icy wall sharpening his small sword, waiting for Kenji's spell to cease. Kenji coughed excessively during the last hour. The strain in his voice and puddle of blood, mucus, and spit were enough evidence of his exhaustion.

”A......U....” Kenji's voice cracked and halted. Like the wind was knocked from his lungs, words weren't flowing. His glossy eyes struggled to stay open. His arms slumped into the chains trying to feel the greatest comfort possible.

”WHAT!” The commander snapped. He rose and kicked the bucket across the room. The middle-aged man kneeled in front of Kenji, cuffing his ear with one hand and placing it closely to Kenji's face. The young boy's face lowered in fear.

”What's your answer?”

Kenji shook his head up and down with desperation.

”WHAT'S YOUR ANSWER SON!!” He screamed directly in his ear. Kenji jumped.

His head remained coursing up and down furiously. ”Yyyeeessss.” Kenji heard his own voice rattle against his throat, sending burn signals to his brain. His face tensed up with creases. He quietly sobbed. His eyes started flowing like rivers. ”Yyeeessss.” ”Yyeeessss.”

Kenji dug deep and managed to whisper his answer multiple times much to the satisfaction of the Commander.

The Commander finally unlocked the restraints of Kenji. Feeling rage towards this man allowed Kenji to dart up from his embarrassing position. The satisfaction of the superior did little to satiate his lust for violence. Because he wasn't satisfied. Kenji may have given an answer, but he wasn't convinced that kid could be broken in one hour. Both of them were smarter than that.

TheCommander stormed out of the room while Kenji sluggishly followed.

Both came to a small door attached to the roof of the sweat smelling room. The Commander smashed his fist into the door, opening it with ease.