It finally ended.

The excruciating pain, the soul numbing torture, the intense burning of life-blood...

Everything ended at last.

The person, who was such immense torture for who knows how long couldn't be bothered with anything at this moment.

All he could feel now is a deep sense of relief.

An immense sense of gratification and a soul-curling feeling of freedom.

It was not the torture or the pain loomed heavily on his soul, it was the restriction on his very being, where he could only helplessly watch himself getting torn apart and then remodelled together for another round of the very same cycle.

It was endless.

He didn't remember when it started nor did he remember how much time he had actually spent in this vicious cycle.

He wasn't able to feel anything, touch anything nor grasp anything.

Everything felt like within his control but the moment he wanted to take them in his hand, they slipped away.

Every single time...

At first, he held hope, that atleast once he will be able to grasp one speck of light and could free himself from this utterly repetitive vicious cycle of molding and demoulding....

But then he began to understand one very key concept of his current predicament ; that nothing was actually under his control, not he could will to do anything.

Thus, he finally let himself go...he also wanted to see when this dream will end after all.

Was it a dream though?

He had no knowledge, nor did he wanted to know.

He just wanted everything to finish so he could atleast move his hand to touch his face and slap himself hard, so that he could be awaken from this nightmare.

And now, the dark night has finally ended.

Freedom, at last....

.....

Soft rays of sunlight fell on the bed, making the person lying on it slightly uncomfortable.

"Hnng...", the man shifted to side of the bed devoid of the sunlight or warmth, as if to embrace the coldness of the last night once more, only to find the bed was awfully short for his sleepy maneuvers. 

It couldn't keep him on it if he continued to shift from one side to another by rolling, tossing or turning.

"???"

Several question marks nearly popped out on his head before retreating into the back of his mind as he jolted awake and directly jumped away from the bed, taking a stance to fend enemy off. 

If anyone looked at this scene now, they would've thought there is obviously something wrong with this man.

After all, who jumps off from their bed just after waking up and takes stance for a hand-to-hand combat?

Probably, no one.

But the man in the scenario was obviously someone who didn't fell in this group of nobodies.

He was a man who faced war, deadly battles, open skirmishes, covert assassinations and many more.

Something probably no other person in this world has faced before.

But now, his mind wasn't into these things...as he was trying to focus himself and analyze every bit details that laid on in front of him.

The man looked at everything with rapt attention as he couldn't afford to miss any clues in this place where he had never stepped in before.

Yes, he was atleast able to remember and subsequently understand that he had never come to this place before.

The room now where he stood was not his, nor he could even remotely remember that he owned a run-down place like this ever.

By understanding this, he sharply came to a conclusion.

Either he came here willingly for whatever reason or he was kidnapped.

Coming here willingly?

He thought for a second and shook his head.

He had no memory of that.

As far he knew, he never had a meeting or appointment with anyone in a place like this, neither with the Rebel Groups nor with his fellow mercenaries.

Rebel Groups? Mercenaries? 

In succession, two quick questions arose in his mind.

And swift answers came to him within milliseconds.

Yes, he was a mercenary, non-registered in the Charts of the New Earth Federation.

The reason for being non-registered in the Charts?

Not even being considered as a human being living on the face of planet Earth? or The New Earth?

It was simple.

He was a part of the Rebel Groups those stood against the New Earth Federation and their Masters.

The answers that came to his mind baffled himself for a second, as if he was learning about himself in a new manner.

He was asking or doubting something and then, voila.

An answer, from back of his mind, was coming to him, making him understand what was going on.

For a moment he even felt like he was reading and learning about himself from a well-written dictionary about himself.

Thus, he was able to swiftly decide that he had never come to a place like this on his own.

Which left him with only one answer, that, he was kidnapped or abducted by someone or a group of people.

He was more baffled as he thought about this scenario.

After all, he was not tortured at all and he had confirmed that point, by zooming all over his own body condition in the middle of all these thinking.

Although he felt a lingering discomfort in his whole body, as if it wasn't properly listening to him...he didn't find a trace of torture on his whole body.

No pain, no rope marks, no claw marks, no cuts, no gauging, his internals was in perfect condition too, all of his five senses are also in perfect condition....and moreover he didn't even feel a trace of any unknown substance like poison or drug running within his bloodstream. 

But, it was obviously not the end.

The thing made him more baffled and skeptical about this whole abduction scenario was that he was sleeping quite soundly in this dilapidated room before suddenly waking up.

Was his abductors so generous that they allowed him to sleep first before starting their playtime?

Obviously not.

He clearly remembers his status, a non-registered person, a part of rebels and their collaborator.

To the New Earth Federal Government, he wasn't even considered as an animal.

He had no human rights.

Well, forget about human rights, he didn't even have the right to live in a gutter.

The New Earth Federal Government had issued shoot-at-site order for any rebels and oppositions starting from the very day it was formed.

They had also launched several large-scale manhunt operations, conducted by the regular Military, Special Forces and even the Awakeners. 

All was to capture or eliminate the non-registered persons in the Earth Charts.

Thus, he knew that after his successful abduction, his abductors would never give him any slack nor they will allow him any leniency. 

Which made his current situation more ambiguous. 

 While thinking everything, for once, his mind also shifted towards the probable cause of his abduction.

There were several reasons that came upto his mind, but the most striking was the one that humankind always feared yet never stopped doing.

Betrayal.

Without someone very close to him betraying his trust, there was almost close to zero possibilities even for the upper echelons of the Earth Federation to catch him of-guard.

Although, he was not very sure about the abduction topic, he still felt this would be the most probable reason if it becomes true.

After all, he was not a simple, normal person, who stood against the World Government to become a hero or a messiah.

Like those beings, who stood above everyone else and controlled the life and death of billions, blessed by the Stars and Gods, he was also an Awakened Person.

Moreover, as a part of the opposing forces, he was always extra careful and cautious more than anyone else.

And so, the word 'Betrayal' became more and more clearer to him.

Even though he wasn't trying to think about this in his current situation, he couldn't stop his mind from overworking itself.

Betrayal?

Who? Who is that son of a b*tch who betrayed me?

For what reason? Information? Money? Something else?

For a moment, a storm raged in his mind while he was still trying to focus himself in his current messy situation.