Trick or treat 🦇
Treat! Here’s a little snippet of a future fic:
“I will say it again… if you tell me the information you know, I’ll stop the pain, and you can go back to your cell and sleep.” This was the first time that the commander of this compound, Major Quanar, had been here to interrogate him personally. There was a hint of impatience in the inflection of their voice. Alekoran could guess why. The unsuccessful months of questioning had to be irritating them at this point. The knowledge gave him a little bit of pleasure. He had been drawing this out for a long time now, a little longer wouldn’t make any difference for him. He turned his head up and glared back of look of disdain at the Major.
“Again, then?” They already had their hand on the console, ready to turn the current back on. Alekoran didn’t want it, desperately didn’t want toe agonizing feeling to course through him again. The temptation itched at the back of his mind, pleading for him to give in and make this stop. The words to do so were right on the tip of his tongue. He felt nearly ready to blurt it out loud. If he did, everything would stop.
Yet doing so would mean sacrificing more than he was willing to give.