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This story is the continuation of an ongoing saga called Daniel’s Legacy: Dan’s Story.
WARNING: BRIEF INSTANCE OF TORTURE
Dan opened his eyes to a feeling of immense pain in his face. He tried to touch his face but found himself strapped to a chair by his arms and legs. His left and upper eyes were swollen shut so he could only see in one dimension. A figure strode around the room just in the shadows so he could not make out anything from his captor.
“Who are you, and what do you want?” Dan asked, trying to sound authoritative but instead, his voice cracked near the end.
His captor, seemingly an Earther, ran and slammed his hands on Dan’s arms causing him to grunt in pain. “I don’t believe you are in a position to ask me questions. I’m going to ask you a question, Vak, and I believe I can withdraw the correct answer from you. I am going to untie your right upper arm now.” His captor freed Dan’s arm, fed his fingers between the wheels of the device beside him, and turned.
Dan’s screams drowned out the sound of the gunfire and his captor hitting the floor. Someone grabbed his arm as someone else pried his fingers free. Through the tears and his one good eye, he could see the uniforms of the Enforcers and the priest from the church he left Dahlia.