Tip

7 October

Once more the cruel whip bit into his already-mangled torso. He cried out in sheer agony, his voice hoarse from previous tortures. "FRANK DREW!" he shouted, "01663, armoury unit 12!"

"I already know that, you bastard! I want to know what your army knows, where they're attacking next!"

He gathered what saliva remained from his parched throat and spat at the general. Wiping the spit off of his face, the general hissed, "Don't you worry, dear Frank, we have plenty of time. Either you tell me and we get this over and done with, or I break you completely, past your tipping point. I'll get the information either way. You decide."

His polished leather boots clicked sharply as the general left, leaving the torturer to his devices.

-Odysseus