It was only a matter of time before Jasper found himself in the basement and honestly, with his track record, it was actually quite impressive that he had managed to avoid a trip sub-level for as long as he did. With a list of violations that seemed impossibly long for someone with such a short residency in the Tower, the standing question now was which infraction had led to his inevitable demise? Was it his numerous counts of petty theft? His blatant disrespect towards most, if not all, Associates? The poorly made forgeries he slipped into the system? Or maybe, just maybe, it was because he punched Ano in the dick? Whatever the reason was behind his incarceration, it seemed of little importance now that his punishment was well underway but the longer it seemed to to go on, the more it began to nag at his fluctuating consciousness. The start of his 're-education' wasn't all that bad. It was bad, don't get him wrong, but the constant beatings was something he had expected from the very beginning and was mentally prepared for. It wasn't like his tormentors lacked imagination or anything like that. His bruised and bloody body could attest for just how creative they were but the thing about round-the-clock beat downs was that they couldn't really step it up from there, especially when pain and violence was something Jasper had been accustomed to since an early age. He could tell that it infuriated his punishers when they couldn't elicit the reaction they wanted from him and the tattooed Asset couldn't help but grin cheekily at them because the fact was if he didn't break down then, he wouldn't break down now that is... until they changed tactics and stopped touching him all together. The guards had dragged his beaten body from the main area of the basement into a small room somewhere else on the floor and at first, Jasper thought it was time for another round of solitary confinement. At least then, he would have time to rest and recover from the physical abuse and stretch out his stiff limbs if they were feeling kind enough to cut the gorilla tape they used to restrain him after discovering normal constraints seemed to 'magically' fall of off him. However, fate seemed to be firmly against him at that moment when the guards maneuvered him into a simple but effective stress position where he was forced bend forward at the waist while standing as his arms were re-taped behind his back and raised towards the ceiling until the angle became almost too much for him to bear. Had it been any other time and scenario, Jasper would have been all for trying sensory deprivation but given his current situation, the Asset knew he was in for something rather unpleasant when a guard pulled a blindfold tightly over his eyes and fitted earplugs into his ears and then earmuffs over them - effectively making Jasper blind and deaf to the world around him. It was a strange mixture of feeling nothing and everything at the same time and he didn't like how his other senses were enhanced when his tormentors decided to give him external stimulation. The room temperature steadily dropped until Jasper began shivering uncontrollably, his jerky movements pulling on his bound arms and causing additional pain and discomfort, before it began to rise. At first, the rise in temperature was a blessing before it became unbearably hot and the Asset was left dripping sweat with the telltale signs of heat stress before temperatures would drop. Again and again, the temperate in the room would rise and drop causing his dehydrated and overstrained muscles to cramp from heat stress before shivering uncontrollably when hypothermia became a concerning issue. The stress on his already weakened body was becoming too much and it was quickly wearing down on his sanity when he tried to call out for the guard... but he couldn't even hear his own voice. How could they hear him if he couldn't even hear himself? Panic flared up inside him as he called out but again, he heard nothing. He shouted, screamed even, and again, nothing. Did they take his voice? How could that even possible? Jasper began tossing his head side to side, trying to dislodged the items that robbed him of his hearing and sight. When it didn't work, he started to desperately thrash about, not caring that he was risking serious injury to his arms as he pulled against his restraints. A string of profanities and curses of all sorts poured out of the Asset's mouth, so much that it was enough to make even a Sailor blush. Someone had found a way to break Jasper and that breaking point was fast approaching. @ezracarsonx
