Buzzsaw-sharp pain ground down Kirk"s arms. He screamed.
The pain was so intense that it temporarily blinded him. All he could see was a sea of white.
His arms might as well have been sawed off. Rivulets of blood ran down his arms, his legs.
Harsh voices around him spoke French. He had no idea what they were saying. It didn"t sound like they were wishing him well.
Then, the pain changed. The searing hot needles gave way to an intense pulling. Like someone was pulling on all his limbs from every direction.
"What do you want from me?" he asked. “Whatever it is, you"ve got the wrong guy.”
He could hardly stand listening to himself talk like this.
He’d tortured men before. Every man had his pain threshold. Ratchet up the pain, and eventually, they would talk and give you their secrets.
