The Forgotten

XXXVIII - Mine Not Yours

Earl POV

"You know even if we didn't like each other much, I still don't want to see you die. Well, not yet since this mouth of yours needs to talk," Kane said with a fake smile surely enjoying this situation very much.

We were in the torture room in the headquarters. Aaron Anderson had his hands bound behind the metal chair and his feet were strapped on the front legs of the object. He had bruises all over his body since Kane used him as a punching ball a few minutes ago.

"If you think I am scared of you, you're a bigger moron than you already are," the injured man spat back before spitting on Kane's face.

The man wiped the mixture of saliva and blood away from his face as I can hear the man growl, "Don't worry, they all say that at first, but they all crack eventually."

"You won't scare me with your ruthless methods."

"Do you know any Chinese torture?" Kane continued while ignoring the other's man remark as he examined the torture tools on the table which were composed of scalpels, saws, pliers, and so on. When Aaron didn't answer he added, "I mostly like their water torture. They are very effective and more refined for crazy rich people like you."

I noticed Aaron tense, but he quickly relaxed, but I doubt Kane missed that little detail. Still, he tried to maintain his brave composure and sarcastically said, "Humph, nothing new."

"I doubt you even know what I am talking about since it was a very long time ago. But since you pretend to know what I am talking about I may as well go to the main event," Kane sighed as Drew and Sky pushed a crafted apparatus which consisted of a huge bucket filled with water where only a drop of water could fall about every second.

Roughly, Kane strapped a blindfold around his head not without kicking the man first and without warning pushed the chair back as it loudly fell on the ground. Aaron grunted but didn't make a sound after that. Drew helped Kane lift the chair and positioned it, so it was standing horizontally with the help of ropes and a table. The French's head was now just under the bucket. Slowly, one drop fell on the man's forehead making him flinch. Then another... And another and so on.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Have a good evening, I will come back tomorrow and see if you will be more cooperative," said Kane with a smug smile before coming to my side as I sat up.

I switched the lights off since he wouldn't need it. I almost felt bad for Aaron. This was a psychological torture and the Chinese loved to use water torture in the time. Well, that was what Kane told me. This method wasn't the most intimidating one since there was one that the person got their hands and feet tied before being dumped into a huge tank head first before being pulled out and put back in again. It was almost like a Houdini film and again, it was a very psychological torture since the one being tortured knew that he would be put back in the deadly cold water until he was out of breath and pulled out again.

"Will it really work?" I skeptically asked when we got out of the room and were walking up the stairs since it wasn't the method I would have used.

"Should I cut him into pieces instead?" Kane raised an eyebrow as he answered my question with a question.

"Yeah, that's what I would have done."

"Don't worry Boss, he will crack. The forehead of the human body is very sensitive and all his attention will be concentrated there. The slow drip of the water will drive him crazy," explained Sky from behind me making me nod at her explanation.

"It isn't the fastest method, but it can be very effective," Drew added shortly when we reached the upper floor.

"Where is her sister?" I asked the latter as I walked past a few guards who were guarding the entrance.