Torture Fest

A Story by Tyler Cox

I woke up in total darkness. No wait, it is not dark, there is something over my eyes; a thick material. I can't place it. Without the use of my eyes, I had to rely on my other senses. A Daredevil of sorts, I have no idea where I am. I don't even know why I am here. What I do know is that I'm thirty-eight years old and that my name is Derrik. There are people surrounding me; I feel their presence.

"Where is it?" Askes a young, gruff voice.

"W-what are you talking about?" I stammer in response. I tried not to show any emotion. My guess is that it did not work. They could tell that I was scared out of my mind. They probably smelled my fear like a pack of starving wolves.

"I repeat: where is it?" The disembodied voice askes.

"How can I tell you when I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Then let's see this jogs your memory." A piece of cloth is placed over my face. It moves as I inhale and exhale. That is when the real "fun" begins. Someone starts pouring water on the cloth covering my face. Reader if only you knew how horrible this truely is. It's as if I'm drowning. My heart is- waht am I saying? I can't feel my heart. It is as though it has stopped beating; gone numb with fear. God if only I could better describe the fear and psychological toll this torture is having on me. I simply cannot breathe; can't even hypervinilate.

"Where is the gold?"

"I-I-I." Sighing in agitation I yell "Line!!" Now for the director's turn to sigh: "Cut!" He screams.