SEASON 2: EPISODE 09

WAITING FOR THE SUN: Prologue

  She wasn’t sure how long she had been kept captive in this cell for.  All she really knew was that she was still alive.  Since she had woken in the cell what had to be months ago she had little contact with other beings.  Most contact she had was strictly controlled by her captors.  The only unrestricted contact she got was from the brief interactions she had with other prisoners as they were dragged from their cells, normally kicking and screaming.  She yelled out to them but they rarely replied coherently.

  Her controlled contact came without any apparent routine.  They would just appear and drag her out to meet with the people who had no name.  Then the questions would start.  The questions were almost always followed by physical abuse if she failed to answer them to their liking and sometimes even when she did answer them.  In the beginning she tried to resist them but it soon became hard.  After some sessions she would be reduced to hugging herself in a ball in the corner of the cell whimpering like a child.  It was an almost casual brutality that she wished she could escape.

  She had fought back on a number of occasions, attacking her interrogators.  The end result was always the same, the questions would end and she would be beaten unconscious.  She hoped that if she did it enough it would lead to her death and her release from this horrific cycle, but it never did.  She would always wake up in this cell in an infinite amount of pain but far from death.

  Then she had met him, her tormentor.  The moment she had entered the room and saw him standing there she knew that he was the reason she was here.  He was not a great user of physical abuse; he let his lackeys do it for him.  He wanted to break her mind, not her body.  He got sick pleasure out of messing with her mind and with her emotions. During the sessions he had told her he was the reason she was here, he told her the reason why he wanted her here.  This is why she hated him more then she had ever hated anyone, more then she thought was humanly possible.

  Now see sat in her cell in the nondescript clothes they had given her not long after she had woken up.  She sat in her foul smelling cell that was covered in the stink of constant unclean human habitation.  Her dirty body was half the smell that assaulted her nostrils constantly.  Her body was a mess of bruising and cuts with blood encrusted over her dirty skin and clothes.  She huddled in the corner of the room muttering to herself, her mind was just as damaged as her body.

  Suddenly a man appeared in front of her catching her by surprise.  She had not heard him enter and as she looked at him she did not recognise him.  Fear gripped her heart as she stared at the new stranger.

  “Don’t worry; I’m not here to hurt you,” he said.

  “Th…that’s what they all say.  They say I bring it on myself,” she whimpered.

  “I mean it,” he said.  Something about him made her believe that he was telling the truth.  “I need your help.”

  Her suspicions flared at his request.  That is why they told her she was here.  They needed her help.  Her previous belief in the man quickly disappeared.

  The man knelt in front of her.  She was surprised to see he was alone in here with her, they never entered alone.  The man stretched out his hands towards her face.  She flinched back and tried to push herself further into the corner to escape his touch.

  “Easy, now.  Trust me, I won’t hurt you.”

  His voice again soothed her and she calmed down.  The man slowly put his hands on the sides of her face and everything went black.