Sam hit the stones hard, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. They had him hanging from the ceiling for five hours, whips against his back, needles into the bottom of his feet, and hot iron against his skin. For five hours they had done everything short of killing him to get him to reveal the information he possessed. The location of the Allied forces, the locations of bases, the names of military officials and spies. For five hours he had looked them in the eye and told them to go fuck themselves in every language he knew, which was 7.
It was seven days since Sam’s unit was captured as they did reconnaissance work on a town that was still heavily under German control. He had a bad feeling about the mission from the moment they had been …show more content…
Sam did not know the name of the person down the hall, they had been smart enough not to reveal that, but he did know that they were part of the French Resistance. They had grown up on a goat farm with their family, a large group that worked the land and cared for their animals. When the Nazi’s invaded, they had taken in the children of the Jewish family that lived next door. As far as the little goat knew, those children were still safe, as were their family. They had left to work with the resistance, letting one of the kids pretend to be them. He also knew that they were not a girl, no matter what the Nazi’s kept call them. Mostly because they swore so eloquently in French every time they called them …show more content…
He was pretty sure infection had already set in from previous torture session, his skin feeling calmy and the shivers running through his body, but there was no reason to make it any worse.
“Who?” Sam asked, not sure what they were asking. Maybe his French was worse than he thought. When him and the little goat started talking, they made fun of his poor accent. They had spent their hours locked up together honing their respective foreign languages. They stilled talked in French however, since many of the german’s seemed more confused by that than English.
“The military, you’re people? Will they come or will they let you die?” They asked, their voice not shaking as they laid out their two options clearly. There was no way that they were going to escape, either help was coming from the outside or it wasn’t coming at
It was seven days since Sam’s unit was captured as they did reconnaissance work on a town that was still heavily under German control. He had a bad feeling about the mission from the moment they had been …show more content…
Sam did not know the name of the person down the hall, they had been smart enough not to reveal that, but he did know that they were part of the French Resistance. They had grown up on a goat farm with their family, a large group that worked the land and cared for their animals. When the Nazi’s invaded, they had taken in the children of the Jewish family that lived next door. As far as the little goat knew, those children were still safe, as were their family. They had left to work with the resistance, letting one of the kids pretend to be them. He also knew that they were not a girl, no matter what the Nazi’s kept call them. Mostly because they swore so eloquently in French every time they called them …show more content…
He was pretty sure infection had already set in from previous torture session, his skin feeling calmy and the shivers running through his body, but there was no reason to make it any worse.
“Who?” Sam asked, not sure what they were asking. Maybe his French was worse than he thought. When him and the little goat started talking, they made fun of his poor accent. They had spent their hours locked up together honing their respective foreign languages. They stilled talked in French however, since many of the german’s seemed more confused by that than English.
“The military, you’re people? Will they come or will they let you die?” They asked, their voice not shaking as they laid out their two options clearly. There was no way that they were going to escape, either help was coming from the outside or it wasn’t coming at