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Chapter 12 - Back to that hell

The electromagnetic sheath was activated. Gallium ropes coiled tightly around my body before the sheath could completely cover the boat. Soon I was forcefully dragged out of the boat, the captives grabbed my hand, however I felt the coils tighten around chest and waist which slowly ripped through my skin and flesh, I had to let go of their hands. I was plunged into cold water of the sea. As the enemy soldiers tried to lift me up to theirs boats, my head slammed at the bow of the ship. Had a concussion and was unconscious for 10 days. I woke up at an familiar yet unfamiliar hospital. My hands and legs were cuffed, I head felt like bursting and I could feel the blood flowing all throughout my brain. I could hear the beeping sound of the monitor, I could taste a bitter salty feeling in my tongue. A nurse soon informed about my gained consciousness and I was soon greeted with a lieutenant from Zone Red. He demanded my reasons to become the traitor I have become and he clutched my throat as I refused to let out where the captives would escape to.

After 2 days of trying, No one came anymore for questioning. Instead, just as I was feeling less painful, someone covered my head in a bag and the other grabbed my feet and I was mercilessly dragged out of the hospital, to a spacious car, then to an unknown place. I felt my arms and legs strapped to metals and the bag over my head was removed, I saw the lieutenant who was in-charge for questioning me and an unknown doctor beside him. So far from the ID card hanging around the doctor's neck, I figured out I was in the largest mental asylum of the territory I settled after crossing a sea and a river.

So-called traitors like me are meant to be executed immediately, but for some reasons I was not. I was electrocuted on daily basis til I bled through my mouth but not enough to die. After the repetitive shock waves throughout, my body was made was made numb with anesthetic pills.

On the 11th day at the asylum, I was shifted to an research room. Suddenly all the lights went out, leaving the space pitched black. I felt someone hover all over me and put a painful pressure on my stomach.