Interrogation

Spector paced back and forth in front of the prisoner, his long fingers twitching slightly.
"Tell me what I need to know," the aye-aye said calmly. "Tell me and there won't be any need for you to suffer."
The prisoner remained silent. Spector raised an eyebrow.
"You do realise that being stubborn will only cause more discomfort for you? I always get the information I need. You won't be an exception."
Spector sighed as the prisoner looked away, trying to ignore the aye-aye. The Psy Guard interrogator shook his head.
"If you must chose to play this way, then fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."
Spector looked at his prisoner, his already large eyes widening, capturing the attention of the subject. The world around them seemed to warp and twist, and the prisoner gasped as he felt an intrusion in his mind. Spector's voice, almost ethereal in the way it echoed, spoke out, and a haunting orange nimbus glowed around the aye-aye's body.
"Let us see what you fear the most."
Suddenly the prisoner was in freefall, plummeting towards the ground. The hard earth rushed up to greet him and the prisoner screamed as he impacted. Spector's ear twitched slightly.
"A fear of heights? The sudden stop at the end? Not bad, but I sense there are worse fears inside you."
The world changed and the prisoner found himself in the dark. Slimy things moved unseen, brushing occasionally against the bare hands and feet of the captive.
"Come now," Spector said, "surely you can do better than that?"
Another change, and now the prisoner was underwater. His lungs burned, aching to draw a fresh breath of air. The prisoner gasped, taking in a mouthful of water that clogged up his throat and chest. Panic, fear, pain. The prisoner thrashed, unsure of where the surface was. He began to drown, choking as more and more water rushed into his lungs. Blackness enveloped him. The sensation of drowning faded. Spector spoke out.
"You have one last chance. Tell me what I need to know, or i shall unleash you greatest fear upon you."
The prisoner screwed his eyes shut and turned his head away, his stubbornness getting the better of him. Spector shrugged. even with his eyes closed, an image started to form in the captive's mind. A spider. Big and hairy. Fangs the size of pickaxes dripped with venom. It reared up in front of the prisoner who screamed before it lunged forward. Those needle like fangs sunk deep into flesh, and it pumped it's contents into the terrified prey.

Spector left the interrogation room, leaving the quivering prisoner still tied up safely in his chair. Drool dribbled from the captive's lips. Once again the interrogator had mentally broken his subject and gathered the vital information for his superiors. Now they knew the strength and locations of the enemy, making it so much easier to formulate plans to attack them without any loss. The aye-aye made his way to command to pass on the information. There was no telling just how many of his allies' lives he might have just saved...



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