08-20-2020, 07:36 PM
Marcus kept his outer demeanor cool and composed, only visually assessing the man who shambled into the room. Inside, he felt a powerful electric thrill jolt through him, giving him goosebumps. He had never before felt something like this, not outside of his Angel of Judgement persona. Intresting. The man before him was a shell of the man he was before. The way he shuffled in, led as if helpless by the guards. The way his eyes refused to focus, to indicate that he saw or had any recognition. Amazing. Just amazing how quickly a person could be broken.
Of course, Marcus was not a fool. The man could be playing him. He had been special forces. Surely, deprivation had been part of their training. But Butryka was not any simple holding center. Nor had he been given a room in solitary and that was it. Unless he had undergone specific training for it, sleep deprivation was nearly always successful. Still, it would do well to be wary. Marcus wanted him malleable, broken in, not broken and shattered. Willing and compliant for his master. Appreciative for his master.
He gestured for the guard to come over, channeling a wall of air to prevent Ryker from hearing. Head turned so his lips were not visible either, Marcus spoke. "Have a meal prepared for the man. Something hearty. Meat. Potatoes. Prepare a comfortable cell and have the meal sent there." The guard looked confused but wisely only nodded once in obedience. A ghost of smile showed. Good. They were learning. "If I give you the signal, Ryker is to be taken there and allowed to eat. Make sure to take all the security precautions you can. Hose canon, tranquilizer gun, extra guards, plastic utensils. He is to be allowed 2 hours of sleep. Only two, mind. Then back to his cell for the usual regime until I return again."
Ryker would know nothing, of course, not until and unless Marcus allowed it. This was a reward but only for compliance. One quick nod and the guard was on his way, no doubt to pass on the instructions. Marcus let the wall fall. He studied the weakened man. Somehow, despite the scarring, he was now pitiful rather than someone to be feared. That amused him.
"Ryker. Can you hear me?" He snapped his fingers, speaking up loudly. "Ryker. I know you're tired but I need you to focus." The man needed to be honest. He needed to recognize his failures. "Why did you attack Oriena? Why?" It really didn't matter. What mattered was that he admitted his responsibility and wanted to atone for it. For a man who had oozed pride as he had, such an admission would be galling.
And the first step in showing obedience.
Of course, Marcus was not a fool. The man could be playing him. He had been special forces. Surely, deprivation had been part of their training. But Butryka was not any simple holding center. Nor had he been given a room in solitary and that was it. Unless he had undergone specific training for it, sleep deprivation was nearly always successful. Still, it would do well to be wary. Marcus wanted him malleable, broken in, not broken and shattered. Willing and compliant for his master. Appreciative for his master.
He gestured for the guard to come over, channeling a wall of air to prevent Ryker from hearing. Head turned so his lips were not visible either, Marcus spoke. "Have a meal prepared for the man. Something hearty. Meat. Potatoes. Prepare a comfortable cell and have the meal sent there." The guard looked confused but wisely only nodded once in obedience. A ghost of smile showed. Good. They were learning. "If I give you the signal, Ryker is to be taken there and allowed to eat. Make sure to take all the security precautions you can. Hose canon, tranquilizer gun, extra guards, plastic utensils. He is to be allowed 2 hours of sleep. Only two, mind. Then back to his cell for the usual regime until I return again."
Ryker would know nothing, of course, not until and unless Marcus allowed it. This was a reward but only for compliance. One quick nod and the guard was on his way, no doubt to pass on the instructions. Marcus let the wall fall. He studied the weakened man. Somehow, despite the scarring, he was now pitiful rather than someone to be feared. That amused him.
"Ryker. Can you hear me?" He snapped his fingers, speaking up loudly. "Ryker. I know you're tired but I need you to focus." The man needed to be honest. He needed to recognize his failures. "Why did you attack Oriena? Why?" It really didn't matter. What mattered was that he admitted his responsibility and wanted to atone for it. For a man who had oozed pride as he had, such an admission would be galling.
And the first step in showing obedience.