by Jason Altor on Tue Apr 06, 2010 7:33 pm
The men forced Jason into a speeder and blindfolded him. He tried to keep track of the turns and how many minutes they had gone in each direction but he eventually became lost as the speeder took too many turns for him to follow. After what he thought was about 10 minutes, it stopped and the thugs hauled him out of the speeder. A few minutes later, they pulled the blindfold off him.
As the blindfold came off, Jason was hit with blinding light. Trying to move his hands up to block the light that was hurting his eyes, he found that he was tied to a chair. As his eyes slowly adjusted, the man who was obviously in charge was standing in front of him. Jason glanced towards his moving hands and noticed that he was putting a ring on each finger. As the man noticed that Jason saw what was going on, he smiled,
"So, you got a little too nosy about our business. Well we can't have that. Who are you?"
Jason didn't answer. After a minute, the wealthy man nodded, presumably to one of the thugs behind Jason. Seconds later, burning hot water was poured all over Jason. It was so hot that it burned his exposed skin. Jason grimaced in pain for a second, but then remembered a technique he had learnt and began to focus on deeo breathes while mentally blocking the pain. After a few seconds, he no longer noticed the pain from his burnt skin. The man moved closer to Jason and began to talk once again,
"That's a pretty unique looking sword there, you can't just be some nobody with a sword like that. Must take someone pretty skilled to use it. Now I'm gonna ask you again, who are you?"
Jason smiled at the man,
"Well if you untie me, I can show you what I can do with the sword, starting with your sacks of garbages behind me."
The man looked furious and without warning curled his hand into a fist and struck Jason repeatedly in the face. Jason was able to block out most of the pain but enough got through that he began to grimace. After several minutes of repeated questioning and beating, the man sighed and looked at one of the thugs. The thug obviously had something but Jason didn't know what until he felt the electricity flowing into his body. As much as he had learned, this pain was too much for him to block out. However, he had been trained by the best in the galaxy to resist interrogation techniques and didn't give any information away. As he slumped into the chair with his head bowed, the wealthy man roared in fury. Looking up with a smile, the last thing Jason saw was 5 rings flying toward his face.
