The Tortured Page #3

lt will be much worse than that.

By the time we're finished with you

you're going to look like a cadaver

from an anatomy class.

l know a million things are rushing

through your head right now.

What can l do?

How can l change

what's happening to me?

How can l change their minds?

Well you can't.

There's nothing you can say or do

that will change any of this.

You sealed your fate.

See you in the morning.

- You coming?

- l'll be there in a minute.

Don't try to talk.

l got this.

Hello.

'Mrs Landry,

this is Detective Berger.

- Mrs Landry?

- 'Yes, hi'

l'm afraid l've got some bad news.

Kozlowski has escaped.

'The prison transport that was carrying

him was commandeered'

Commandeered?

'We want you to know

we've put the world on this.

'By the off chance

that he tries to reach you,

'l want you to call us directly.

- 'We will find him'

- Elise?

'l'm on my way to his house now

to look for him'

OK, thank you.

Elise... l'm sorry.

'Daddy, where's mum?

'Daddy?

Can you tuck me in, please?'

'Tuck you in?'

'l can't sleep, l'm too scared'

'Well, what are you scared of?

l would never let anyone hurt you'

'Daddy, l'm scared.

Can l sleep with you and Mummy?'

No more painkillers for you,

a**hole.

Just in case

you need to use the bathroom.

You sick f***!

l'm going to make sure

you get the death penalty, a**hole!

Shut up!

- Ready?

- l'm ready.

Would you...

Don't you f***ing scream,

you cocksucker!

Are you OK?

No, l'm...

l'm really far from OK, Craig.

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

What you wanted us to do.

l don't think l can do this.

Elise, we are doing this.

lt's done, he's here.

There's no turning back, not now.

He showed no mercy

for our son.

He tortured Beniamin to death.

That's not a person

Iying on that table.

lt's a f***ing monster.

You think you got a reprieve,

you couldn't be more wrong.

You sick son of a b*tch.

You ever had

a swimmer's cramp?

lt's a real b*tch, isn't it?

And that's iust one muscle

cramping up.

Now imagine all your muscles

cramping up at the same time.

lt's terrifying, isn't it?

Here it comes.

Wake up! Wake up!

lt's amazing

what one needle can do.

You see, this needle's going

to keep you conscious and aware...

...while this needle

will inflict more pain

than you've ever felt

in your life.

My son begged for his life.

He screamed for you to show him mercy,

but you didn't listen.

You didn't hear him.

Maybe you were f***ing deaf!

This needle's going

to shatter your eardrum

and destroy your ear canal.

Stay f***ing still!

Because if you move, it could

cause you to bleed inside your skull

and that blood will become trapped

and it'll drain into your throat.

And since you're gagged,

you'll start to f***ing choke!

ln about an hour or so, you'll drown

in your own f***ing blood.

So if l were you, l'd stay still.

Craig. Craig, Craig wake up.

lt's the car alarm.

- Oh, yeah?

That's interesting.

l've done quite a bit of research

on torture specifically for this occasion.

l wonder if you're familiar

with the game of Slonik?

lt means 'little elephant'

in Russian.

See?

Very popular

with the Soviet Secret Police.

And also very effective.

Gel.

Stop moving

or l will pour this on your face.

Good boy.

Do you know that drowning people

actually scratch their faces

before they take

their first fatal breath of water?

Yes, their hunger for air

is that great.

You see, the difference between

suffocation and drowning

is that when you're drowning, you have

a choice to take that last breath of water

and end your suffering.

But not in this case.

Soon the cells of your body

will start demanding oxygen

and then they'll

start screaming for it.

Your need for oxygen

will create an urge to breathe.

The greatest urge imaginable.

An urge you won't be able

to fulfil.

You suffocated my son.

Now you're going to feel

what it's like.

How does that feel?

How does that feel?

l want to know how someone

like you can justify

the sick sh*t that you do?

How you can derive pleasure

from other people's pain?

That's enough breathing.

Shall we do it again?

No mother

should have to bury their child.

No mother

should outlive her son.

This is what it feels like

to not have control.

This is how our son felt

you f***ing piece of sh*t'!

You like it?

How does it feel?

- How does it f***ing feel?

- Craig, stop it!

- You like it?

- Craig, stop it!

He's dead.

No.

No! No! No!

- No, Craig!

- It's not enough! We're not done!

- Craig, it's over.

- No, it's not nearly over!

- Stop it!

- He took our son!

And we iust took his life!

- Did you lock the front door?

- l don't know.

- Elise, go.

- What do you want me to do?

Just go! Deal with it!

But whatever's up there

cannot come down here!

Come on.

Craig!

Keep your hands

where l can see them.

Motherf***er, come on.

- Squatters, huh?

- What?

This cottage belongs

to old Frank Jessop

and you're squatting

on his property.

Come on.

Please call your dog off.

l'll call my dog,

when l damn well please.

l...

l'm a real estate agent.

l'm showing this property

to a client of mine.

That's bullshit, lady.

Mr Jessop died

over a year ago.

This property's been

on the market ever since.

So what are all those noises

downstairs?

We're checking the foundation

of the building.

Got any ID on you?

Yes, l do.

What's your name?

You're trespassing on state property,

waving a gun around,

making threats.

- Where's this client of yours?

-Right here.

Well, Elise.

This place sure is charming

but l am concerned

about the basement.

ls everything OK up here?

l don't know,

is everything OK up here?

l'm checking

that story of yours.

Come on, boy.

Jesus Christ.

He's alive.

Come on.

- Detective Berger.

- U.S. Marshall Lynn Conover here.

l've got some good news for you.

We've got a break in your case.

'A woman here says

she saw a prison van three days ago'

iust off of old Howell Ranch Road.

Stay there, l'm on my way.

Wake up! Wake up!

No. Wait, wait.

l don't know

what you're talking about.

Put the tape on.

No. Wait, wait.

l don't remember anything.

l don't know who you are.

l don't even know who l am.

You don't remember

who you are?

l remember some kind

of a car accident.

l don't believe him.

l don't believe you.

This is too convenient!

Craig!

Where are you going?

- l can't remember a thing.

- l don't believe you.

Could it be true?

Could it be true?

- Yes.

- Yes?

Yes. l mean, he did suffer

a serious head injury,

memory loss could be possible.

F***. F***!

- God, what do we do?

- l don't know.

What if he's lying?

That's also a possibility

considering his circumstances.

But there's no way

to know for sure.

So, that's it then?

We iust leave him here?

All this for nothing?

Craig, he cannot

get off that easy.

That animal needs to pay

for what he's done.

God, listen to yourself.

You want to torture a man who has

no idea why we're doing it to him?

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