Corruption and Change

[Zepphos]

Pain...

All other memories and thoughts had left Harrisson now. Pain was all that remained. He wanted to end it. The suffering had become too much. The first session, with the oh-so innocent, beautiful, devil of a woman, was enough to bring any man to death's gate and beg to be allowed passage. She would pretend to grant him this release, then bring him back into the world through hellish torture.

He had screamed, wept, struggled... nothing dampened his senses... he felt every last drop of pain dealt unto him. Burnt, dead, black flesh clung to his body. The face of the scorcher engraved in his mind. The manical laughter ringing in his ears.

Then, the questions.

Harrisson couldn't bring himself to answer, refuse, or even spit in the questioner's face. Shock had set in. He didn't know where he was anymore. The walls of his mind were dripping with blood. Occasionally, a voice would penetrate. It reminded him of his men, now where he longed to be. Dead, and at peace. The voice told of his family. Planned things happening without him... his wife.

His thoughts lingered on his wife, the pain forgotten. He remembered the time they met, their marriage, their petty arguments that always brought them closer together. All his happy thoughts. Not a single thought of space, or the military... The voice had stopped. Footsteps in his mind were getting further away. Then he felt it. His stomach started to churn. He felt his diaphragm contract, and the bile rise up his throat. He keeled and vomitted violently, Onyx's elixir working like a charm. Always into his happy place, then brought back into pure misery. Harrisson wept and wished for death...

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