Nightmares... [CONTENT WARNING]

Posted on Fri Oct 28th, 2022 @ 10:13am by Lieutenant Nicholas Reece [Reece]
Edited on on Fri Oct 28th, 2022 @ 10:15am

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: ***LOCATION CLASSIFIED***
Timeline: ***Exact date CLASSIFIED*** (roughly 30 months agp)
1503 words - 3 OF Standard Post Measure

***CONTENT WARNING***

THE FOLLOWING JP CONTAINS SCENES OF ABUSE, TORTURE AND RAPE. THEY OCCUR IN THE PAST OF NICHOLAS REECE.

IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ THESE LINES, FOR FEAR OF ANY POSSIBLE TRIGGERING, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS JP. THERE IS NOTHING PLEASANT TO BE FOUND HERE.

***CONTENT WARNING***

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Pain, that was what he felt. Fear, that was also what he felt.

He couldn't see any thing around him, there was only darkness and pain. He tried to move, which was when the pain from his ars and shoulders finally registered fully, shocking his awake.

Nicholas Reece, Starfleet Infiltration Specialist, was hanging by his wrists in a room that had zero illumination. As the adrenaline coursed though his system, he tried to recall what had happened to land him....wherever here was.

As he struggled to move, the chains he was hanging from rattled in the dark.

Suddenly, the complete darkness of the room was instantly replaced with blinding light, causing him to grunt in discomfort as he wrentched his eyes shut as much as possible.

Off to his left, there was the sound of metal grating on metal as a door was unlocked and opened. He cracked open his eyelids to see three large men enter to cell. They were all wearing the uniform of the ***CLASSIFIED***. Each one also carried a small club of some kind. Nicholas's training started to quickly kick in. He would not give the any critical information, even if it meant his life. There were too many innocent lives at risk.

After the three men took up positions around Nicholas, a fourth man strode in. This man was not big and muscular like the others. Clearly, this was the interrogator.

Nicholas watched with as calm a demeanor as he could muster, given his situation, as the fourth man set up a small desk and recording device.

"This is Wellness Officer Third Class Devrillo," the man spoke aloud after activating the recording device. "I am about to conduct an interview with a captured terrorist, who's name on file is Lieutenant Nicholas James Reece, an agent sent in to disrupt the calm coexistence of ***PLANET NAME CLASSIFIED***" He looked up at Nicholas and gave him a kind smile.

"Now, I'm going to lay out the ground rules here. If you answer my questions honestly, you will be treated fairly. If you attempt to deceive me, in any way, and you will feel pain. Do we have an understanding?"

Nicholas said nothing. He merely stared at the man, as he hung by his wrists.

Devrillo sighed and annoyed sigh. "Well, I see things are not going to go easy then, are they?" He nodded to the guards, who immediately began to rain blows down onto Nicholas.

Nicholas tried to fight them off, getting a few lucky kicks in. Unfortunately, there was only so much he could do. He tried to protect himself as best he could as his body took hit after hit.

Finally, Devrillo signaled the guards to stop and back up, leaving Nicholas coughing and bleeding as he continued to hang by his wrists. His clothes were ripped, dirty and blood-stained.

"Shall we try again?" Devrillo asked calmly.

Nicholas nodded as he fought to get his breathing under control.

"Good!" Devrillo said happily, as he sat down at the desk. "Now, verify your name for the record?"

Nicholas looked at the puny little man and opened his mouth, taking in a deep breath to speak, then spit a huge glob of blood at the other man, hitting him in the right cheek.

Devrillo reacted immediately, jumping to his feet as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood away from his face angrily. "Very well, Lieutenant. Have it your way. Take him to the pit!"

As the guards moved again at Reece, he was ready, he swung one big boot out, catching one guard square between his legs, dropping him instantly.

Then, the other two were on him, beating him savagely. One hit striking his head, knocking him out.

===Later===

Nicholas slowly regained consciousness. Unlike before, he wasn't hanging by his wrists. Instead, he was facedown in the dirt. As he tried to get to his feet, over the screaming protests of his battered body, he noticed something else. He was completely nude...

And he wasn't alone.

All around him, men were circling, eyes locked on him. They too were equally nude, and a few seemed to be...enjoying themselves as they looked at him.

As he slowly got to his feet, the crowd started to part as a very large man, clearly in charge her, strode through towards him. The man was covered in scars and tattoos and his eyes were locked on Nicholas's

"Looks like I've got some fresh meat to enjoy," the mountain of a man smirked as he looked over Nicholas, licking his lips as he did so.

"Not likely, bub." Nicholas replied with a growl.

The big man sneered and chuckled. "See, fresh meat, that's where you're wrong. I run the pit. No one does anything here without my permission." He dropped the sneer and glowed at Nicholas. "And I didn't give you permission to speak, bitch! That sweet mouth of yours is going to be used for other things.

All around Nicholas, the gathered men chuckled darkly. They all seemed ready to attack as soon as they got the word to do so.

"So, you have a choice, the only one you will get here." The big man stepped closer, right up to Nicholas, towering over him by at least six inches. "You can be my little pleasure bitch, make your daddy feel real good, or, I give you to my men, and they'll just tear you apart. What'll it be, bitch?"

Nicholas saw the group start to hop around in growing excitement. He knew this would only end badly. "Third option, I kill you and take as many of them down with me before I die.

The big man stared menacingly down at Nicholas. "Wrong answer."

Nicholas was struck up against his head, knocking him out again.

===Later===

Pain...more pain than he'd ever felt before. Nicolas tried to move, but found that he was bent over a barrel of some kind and his arms and legs were spread out and secured. He could only move his head. That's when he realized there was something hard in his mouth. Looking down, he saw that it was a ball gag, filthy by the looks of it.

From behind him, he heard a voice say, "Time to see how the fresh meat feels, boys!" He suddenly started to panic as he realized exactly what was about to happen.

One after another, the men all took turns pleasuring themselves with his body. At first, the pain was excruciating, he tried desperately to get get free, but to no avail. The abuse went on and on and on, until he could no longer think clearly. He finally passed out again.


===Later===

A bucket of warm fluid was thrown in his face, jarring him back to consciousness again. He had zero idea as to how much time had passed.

His body was suddenly racked with coughs and he turned his head to vomit, but found that he was secured to a table of some kind.

"Ah...he has come back to us." Devrillo was there, standing off to the side, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Did you enjoy your stay in the pit? They certainly enjoyed you there!" He chuckled softly before he continued. "So, since, I'm sure, you still don't want to talk to me yet, we are going to the next step of the procedures. Doctor?" He looked over to his left, to another man, his face masked. Only his eyes were visible. Those eyes, Nicholas would never forget. They were the eyes of a barely trained animal.

"Now, I admit, the Doctor does have a poor bedside manner. However, what he lacks there, he makes up for in sadism!" Devrillo stated cheerily. He then stepped back to give the doctor room to work.

The first thing the doctor did was to place a large block between Nicholas's ankles. He then picked up a large mallet and, without hesitation, struck Nicholas's right ankle, then swinging again, hitting the left, crushing them both in the process.

Nicholas roared out in agony as his brain was overloaded with pain receptors.

Without a word, the doctor moved the block to between Nicholas's knees. He then repeated the process, causing Nichooas to lose consciousness due to the shock.

Over the next several weeks, Nicholas would be beaten, burned, branded, have more bones broken, all without a single question asked. Towards the end, he wished they would just kill him, put him out of his misery.

Through it all, the only thing that did keep him going, was the image of Cassia, smiling at him.

If only he could get back to her....

~OFF~