Strapped to
the dentist chair Sarah was helpless but this was no sexual assault, a mental
invasion to rape her mind of her military secrets of which there were many: the
lock up garage full of weapons, info on the Rochdale vets including strength,
how they operate, weapon inventories of many more groups, the trade of the
armoured car, what it was exchanged for, her own fighting experience in the
civil war when Scotland and Wales gained independence, several major ops
against the newly formed English army including the last one against the
armoured car.
Her mind collapsed or was rather re-shaped,
barriers were lowered, synapses opened up and pathways to her secrets that the
army wanted revealed. She tried to stop this, not physically but in her own mind
in a small battle, imagining her own freedom fighters rushing to kill the
threat but an English army boot stamped on this and squashed them dead, so all
her secrets flowed forth like water, unstoppable. In a drunken rambling voice
Sarah told all while the serum raped her mind. Her secrets flowed forth being
recorded by multi media devices – an old video camera, an equally ancient tape
recorder, six digital recorders, still photos and data entered onto a computer
by a man who spoke into a microphone, intermittently typing.
Captain Cook oversaw the interrogation,
asking questions when needed, working with several specialists on certain key
subjects (like planning ops against the English army, what about any future
ones?). So many questions, over forever in this surreal stretched out waking
dream time, on and on and on and on…
After her interrogation Sarah was returned
to her cell to recover, for the serum to wear off. She was comatose, oblivious
to current events. How much was her mind protecting itself, with a natural
wall? Would it be there forever? For ten hours she slept without pause or
dreaming, on waking she saw a meal had been provided with a drink, she didn’t
touch it at first but hunger drove her to consume the grey tasteless goo and
water.
Later the door opened and Sarah was taken
blindfolded down winding corridors. It was removed, daylight blinded her, her
vision blurred, returned, focused on ten figures tied to upright posts. She saw
they were fellow freedom fighters from the town, snatched after the battle; it
was obvious what was going to happen.
Captain Cocksucker stepped out of the
doorway and spoke, “This’ll happen to you…”
He walked
over to the squad and issued orders. Glancing over to Sarah he shouted, “Watch
this Sarah”. More orders ended in, “FIRE!”
Ten people died a bloody death. Cocksucker
walked up to each corpse, kicked it to see if it moved and fired into the top
of the head with a pistol if it did. Sarah retched up her gooey meal, violently
being sick before collapsing into her own puke…
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