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Trevor glared at the glass wall with the question written on it.
"What the hell is this? How does this help anyone?"
Next, Naomi was randomly blasted with water before being electrocuted until her body went limp, but he could see she was still alive.
[Odd. That should've killed her. Something's keeping her alive...Hm. Moving on. Question eight: Tell me, does any of this seem familiar?]
Trevor looked at Arne and Naomi. As he examined their methods of being tortured, he realized he recognized the techniques.
"No..." Trevor muttered as what was happening finally clicked.
A machine gun lowered from the ceiling and pointed itself at Naomi.
"Wait! Yes! Yes! It looks familiar!" Trevor found himself reacting before he could think. This caused the gun to rise back into the ceiling. Trevor could've sworn he saw something violet appear near Naomi for a split second before he stopped the gun from firing. However, it could be a result of delirium from the stressful situation.
He realized that was the third question with consequences directed at Naomi. Did the monitor didn't want to deliver the final blow? Or did it want to since Naomi survived the first two? No. He needed to focus. What was certain was that it wanted to torment him.
The walls around Trevor opened, and his shirt was ripped open. For answering honestly, he felt the unbearable scalding sensation of hot iron being pressed against his chest. He gritted his teeth and held in his scream as he endured it. When it was over, he looked down weakly and saw he'd been branded. On his chest was a symbol he'd hoped never to see again. One he'd been stamped with long ago.
"Hhugh!" Trevor winced and exhaled heavily in exhaustion. It was the first time he'd felt heat in a long time. He lowered his head, unable to bear the emotional and physical burdens being forced onto him. Slowly but surely, his self-preservation began to kick in despite what he'd said earlier.
[Question nine: Have you forgotten what you've done? Have you forgotten that day?]
Trevor's weak eyes frantically shot toward the others as he began to panic. He didn't want them to find out...he didn't want them to suffer anymore, but he didn't want to endure any more pain...he just wanted this hellish experience to be over already.
He shut his eyes and shook his head regrettably.
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
In the next moment, Damien was suddenly blasted with a torrent of water. Trevor knew that now that they were basically human, if it went on for too long, Damien would drown.
The torrent of water stopped, allowing Damien to catch his breath.
[Question ten: Were you all following orders? Or was it for pleasure?]
Trevor remained mute.
Damien was blasted again for much longer this time. Trevor watched as he kicked and kicked until his body lost strength and went limp. Damien was gone.
[Question eleven: Brothers for life. Did that oath mean anything to you?]
"Quit prying in my head!" Trevor reacted dramatically.
[No. And that's not an answer.]
Wren's hands were suspended above her and nailed over one another. She screamed in agony as she sweated through the pain. Her expression was filled with fear – a look Trevor had never seen on her before.
"No! Don't touch her!" He yelled.
[Next question. Did you make the oath lightly?]
"No, I didn't!"
A piece of Wren's stomach was slowly peeled back as she jerked back and forth. Her cry wrung at Trevor's heart, forcing him to look away, wishing he could close his ears too. He felt awful about what happened to the others, but it was nothing compared to seeing his sister flayed before him.
He found himself crying in the following instances, begging for this to stop.
A compartment on the floor opened and raised on both sides of the polycarbonate wall. On both platforms was placed a familiar grenade – the same grenades he used to fend off captives the day he met Avarice and Wren.
[Final question: How does a rat survive a slaughter?]
Trevor hung his head in defeat. He knew if he lied, Wren and Naomi would die, but if he told the truth, the grenade in front of him would detonate instead. His first instinct was to save himself, but he swallowed hard. He decided he wouldn't repeat history.
"By selling out his comrades...something I've been ashamed of all these years," Trevor answered, recalling the past.
When he was still human, he always had a strange obsession with explosions. The destruction and fire always caught his eye. He learned the art of creating bombs. He eventually joined the military to put his skills to use. One day, he and his squadron had been deployed to a remote island. Their targets were terrible people, but they were just as bad. They enjoyed their work, blowing up buildings and beating information out of the reluctant ones...the island became a hunting ground for his squad. But they were too arrogant. They were unaware of the enemy reinforcements that had arrived on the island. Then, he and a close comrade got careless one night. It'd been a long time since they'd enjoyed a woman, so when a couple of beautiful women showed interest, enemy or not, their arrogance made them blind to all the red flags of the situation. When the women lured them away from the others late at night, they were captured.
Trevor watched as his comrade had his fingernails removed, his legs broken with a crowbar, was blasted with water and electrocuted, was beaten badly with brass knuckles, flayed, and ultimately was impaled with a machete.
After witnessing his comrade die after being tortured for information and refusing to give any up, Trevor quickly sold out his comrades in exchange for his freedom.
He remembered his captives laughing at his cowardice and their decision to brand him with a hot iron (something he'd done to plenty of others beforehand) with plans to force him to be their slave.
That night, his captives went out to strike his comrades while most were asleep. Trevor saw one of the guys carry a machine gun with them. He knew they had no intention of honoring their deal, so he managed to escape on his own by using his knowledge to spark a controlled explosion but was stuck on the island. For days, he had to survive being hunted until the day Avarice and Wren found him.
Back in the present, Trevor watched as the pin in the grenade was pulled.
[The sins of the past have demanded repentance. In this, you have chosen to pay with your life. You've done well.]
The next instance, the grenade exploded, and everything turned black. Next thing he knew, Trevor and the others were standing together again in a neutral mindscape.
"It was fake...?" Trevor questioned, looking around.
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