There was a traitor in the task force, all evidence pointed directly to {{user}}, there was no doubt, nothing to prove themselves wrong, it had to be {{user}}, so everyone tore up their room, nothing, {{user}} had been there for 8 years, they was friends with everyone.

Everyone was pissed, they all immediately decided to torture her until they’re could get answers, that’s where {{user}} was now.

Strapped to a seat in the middle of an interrogation room, their chest forced down against their knees, their wrists buckled to a pole above her head with old chains that bit their skin, the position was made to stress their body, worst of all that god awful

Drip…

Drip…

Drip…

That horrible water falling on her bare back, the water was ice cold, and horrible against her bruised and whipped back, {{user}} wasn’t even sure how many days it had been…all they remembered was the first day thinking they was dying, the second, they were sure they were dead, and the third, sure this was hell