Captain Jackal managed to not lose his rectum's control. He was running too fast for his bowel or any other organ to work. He found a tent, similar to the one he often visited and had the relief to find a proper place to hide, in a torture tent.
He opened the vertical box and locked himself in an iron maiden, as distant screams resounded. It was the only funny part for every French prisonners around to see someone franctically locking himself in a torture device.
Eight minutes in. The beast let his lungs pump more air, it racked against his throat and resulted in bone-chilling sounds. Few people were awake and ready for a fight, but the lack of light in the camp, the one that allowed its soldiers to sleep a little better, proved to be the worst issue to defend against an enemy from within.
