Fighting back against the pounding.

I never thought my life would turn out this way. 15 months ago, I was assigned to a mission to look for a lost girl, who I have had no luck finding. This mission has brought me halfway around the globe, from the jungles of Brazil, to the barren wastelands of Morocco, and naturally being low on food and supplies, I was captured by the enemy forces and detained. Every time a scream escaped my lips from the poking and prodding of the enemy, I wanted to cry even harder, but this time nothing escaped my eyes. I have dehydrated so severely, and have been traumatized so badly, that even the worst of torture could not bring me pain. I was emotionless. I felt nothing, and was nothing. The people back home were not worried about me, even the sweet kiss of death could not save me from the torment my memories will bring in the afterlife. I was truly alone. A man entered the room dressed in a uniform dazzled with rank badges. He was the general of the enemy army. "You are a fool to go after her", he said with a cruel laugh. "My men are looking for her, she will most likely die, and now, commander Michaels, you will die with her" He said that with the most condescending and sarcastic tone imaginable, intending to deliberately mock my delegitimized rank. The man was hideous on one side of his body, and soothingly attractive on the other side, taking on the appearance of a two faced creature resembling half man, half demon. He raised a black hammer that looked like the darkness of night, and proceeded to pound it into my face. I couldn't even scream, I was too shocked at the amount of excruciating pain shooting through my skull. again and again he hit me, until I could no longer breath. "You have no freedom or power any longer, you worthless piece of s**t! I will make your death so painful, that you will wish you've never existed! THERE IS NO HOPE FOR YOU!" I knew he was right, I struggled to let go of the little bit of consciousness I had left, to end the misery I have yet to bear, but no mercy came. Finally after weeks of no tears, I began to cry hysterically, knowing no one can hear me. Just then a soothing light waved over the room that appeared to heal my injuries while blinding the man's eyes. I then was released from the bondage I have endured for so long. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the light say, "you're not worthless, there is hope, you will find the girl you have been commissioned to find. Use this opportunity to defeat the enemy and take hold of your future." Feeling a sense of determination, I pick up the dark hammer that was so violently used  to cause me hurt, and walked over to the man, who was now huddled to the ground in fetal position. The man started to scowl, "if you even dare, I'll-" I swiftly used my powerful upper body to thrust the hammer into his face. The man screamed loudly, and then his body faded away into the mist, and the hammer along with him. Getting out of there as fast as I could, I radioed a helicopter and fled the scene. When I was in the helicopter a man who was on my squad from the beginning expressed a sense of wonder that I have never seen any man possess. The man asked, "Why is it that this mission has had such an emotional impact on you? From the start you have been so passionate about finding this girl, sometimes to the point of breaking down on the battlefield. Why?" I knew I would have had to tell them one day, I just didn't think the time was right. I could risk being a conflict of interest by being attached to the mission, but I knew there was no skirting around this one, so I just told him, hoping for the best, "I married that girl the day she went missing."

Author's Note

any feedback is welcome, and yes, this is based on a real struggle of mine.