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"What are you doing— what is
that
thing," the captive gasped?
"This? This is a 12 volt battery. These are jumper cables." He pointed at the man's crotch, "and those are your wee balls." The captive's naked body was restrained in a metal chair, by what looked like seat belts. He could see the shadowy figures of maybe a half dozen people. Two appeared to be women. The single bulb hanging overhead, the only light in the room, a garage perhaps, was the stuff of B movies. A blinking red light from a tripod mounted video camera meant this was being taped. "Do you know who the fuck I
am? " demanded the captive? "Do you have any idea of the
forces being mobilized to find me? And you?"
"No asshole. We randomly snatch people from the Congressional Country Club golf
course, after
neutralizing a small army of armed guards, with no idea who we're snatching. Are you— I don't know? Are you Trini Lopez? Brad
Pitt? Lady Gaga? "
The leader touched the cable leads, held just inches from the captive's eyes. Snap! They crackled, producing bright sparks. An electric ozone smell filled the space. . "Who are you people? You'll
be lucky to just
spend the rest
of your lives in prison for this," threatened the captive.
His bravado wasn't feigned, reeking instead of arrogant defiance. The leader's wan smile disappeared entirely. "Oh my. I guess we're
all to cock then. But then, you're all
airy-fairy yourself right now, wouldn't you agree? So you—
you
Mr. important person, are here to tell me
everything I want to know."
The threat was punctuated by another SNAP! Another brief crackling light show. "To insure that we get
everything we want, we'll start with these
clamped to your balls. I hear it's painful as a root canal.
Then, after we discover you've been lying to us, we'll
move to — are you familiar with the term water boarding? A nasty
business. The
Pope would turn Baptist after just a few hours of
it. So trust me, you will cooperate.
"What in hell are you
talking
about!?" What do I have to tell you? Security
codes? What the fuck am I supposed to say?"
The captive's fear was now palpable, and smelling of ammonia. When the leader briefly touched the electrodes to his nose, he yelped. Urine had involuntarily streamed, leaving a puddle on the concrete floor. The leader suppressed a grin at the thought "free electrolyte."
"What do we want? Everything. You will tell us everything.
Starting with how you came to earth."
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Chapter
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