#tonar

Lulan heard the crackle of electricity before it surged out from the base of his spine throughout his body. His mouth dropped open in a scream, limbs seizing and shaking as the current arched off his skin in bright lights. It lasted only a few agonizing moments before finally stopping. He slumped against the bonds as he panted for breath. From behind him, Tonár walked back out with a long electric prod in one hand. A small smile spread across his face.

I hate that fucking prod.

“Let’s say this is all a game,” Tonár twirled the prod in the air before bringing the end under Lulan’s chin and forcing his head back up. Lulan bared his teeth, the heat from the metal nodes still present on his skin.

“At this point, it’s pretty clear who the winners here are. And you can’t tell me you and your traitorous friends aren’t tired. So, why not just give up at this point? There is no point in keeping this up anymore. And believe me…”

Tonár turned and pressed the prod’s end hard into the soft spot over Lulan’s jugular. Lulan’s breath hitched in his throat weakly, and he clenched his fists tightly to keep from shaking.

“If I have to deal with this same bullshit when we capture the rest of your Guard, I will make them suffer in every way you’re suffering now. Is that really what you want for them, hm? I mean it. I’ll bleed their hearts out until they’re screaming and begging for death. And you… will watch all of it. Do you understand me, Captain?”

Lulan groaned quietly, the prod now blocking most of the air to his lungs the harder Tonár pressed. His lips quivered as he struggled to breath. The cold, blue stare from Tonár bore into him, greedy for Lulan’s fear. But he refused to feed it. He refused to feel small. He locked glares with Tonár, orange eyes alight with the fire in his heart, and smiled.

“Y-You’d have to f-find them first…”

Tonár growled and switched the prod on. The current threw Lulan’s head back with a force, seizing up the muscles in his neck. His mouth gaped open as he choked, unable to breath or scream until Tonár pulled away. He fell forward, his throat burning for air to fill his lungs. Even now, he couldn’t get any. Can’t breathe… Can’t breathe… But he must. He coughed again and felt droplets of blood scatter across his tongue and lips.

“You fucking prick,” Tonár snarled at him. “I’ll have you begging for mercy when this is all over!”

“You really think I’m gonna beg by the end of this?!” Lulan shouted at him with a laugh. “Guess what? My life is already over! So you’re gonna have to do a lot better than this pathetic little show if you wanna get anything out of me!”

The look of pure fury on Tonár’s face was better than any other gift Lulan had ever received. He could’ve watched it all day before Tonár swung the end of the prod against his temple. A white flash of pain streaked across his vision and he went limp against the restraints. He didn’t black out, but everything around him became fuzzy and undefined. He was only vaguely aware of Tonár coming closer, hovering above him until he spoke directly into his ear.

“You’re gone after this, Rebel. But until then, I’ll make you wish you were never born. Do you understand me?!”