torture scene 3

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The prisoner's screams echoed through the abandoned warehouse as the interrogators closed in on their next target. "Where is it?" one of them snarled, his voice dripping with malice as he yanked the victim's arm up behind their back. "We don't know what you're talking about!" the captive cried out, but their words fell on deaf ears. A burst of pain shot through their body as a fist connected with their jaw. The prisoner stumbled backwards, but was caught by two of the interrogators who dragged them back to the center of the room. "Please," they begged, tears streaming down their face, "just stop!" But it only seemed to make things worse. The torture continued unabated, each new infliction of pain serving as a reminder that resistance was futile. The prisoner's body began to weaken, their limbs trembling beneath them like leaves in the wind. Still, they refused to give in, clinging desperately to the hope that someone would come and put an end to this nightmare. But it seemed like no one was coming. The only sound was the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath their feet, a stark reminder that they were completely alone. The torture dragged on for what felt like hours, each new moment a fresh hell. The prisoner's mind began to reel, their thoughts fragmented and disjointed as they struggled to make sense of it all. And then, just when it seemed like things couldn't get any worse, the interrogators hit them with something new: a cruel smile that chilled the very marrow of their bones. "You're not going to break," one of them sneered, "but we'll have fun trying."