by Stone,Kord
Five more minutes passed without any response to her questioning before the door opened again. Terrah looked over and cringed when she saw who had entered the room. Bias U’san was an independent contractor and one of the two special projects liaisons for DARPA. Terrah saw him around the base from time to time, he had been working with Johnathan Smith, the other liaison for DARPA on the special projects level, and she would always get an ominous feeling anytime she was in a room near him. Over the past couple of years, Bias had taken to wearing a metallic armor around the base, and though it made him look ridiculous, the blood stains covering him seemed to keep people from mocking him.
Terrah couldn’t fight the feeling that Bias was a dark and dangerous man, and not in a sexy romance novel kind of way. The rumors about Bias’s brutality were whispered around the base, but she never paid much attention to them. The one and only time Terrah had ever asked about him was to Pops, who just told her to steer clear of the man.
Bias turned to the ranking guard, “Leave us,” He said in a firm, not to be ignored tone.
The guards immediately turned and exited the room to take up their posts outside the doors. Terrah watched as Bias slowly made his way around the medical bed she was strapped to, stopping on her right side, “You need to release me! I feel fine and I’ve done nothing wrong.”
Bias let out a menacing laugh that drew a chill down Terrah’s spine.
“I don’t know how you managed to survive that incident, but before we’re done here, I will.”
Bias said that with a tone that indicated he was going to take great pleasure in finding out, and Terrah knew that if she were able, she would be hell and gone from here right now.
“Do you know what I do?” Bias asked as he made his way to the table on the far wall and withdrew a couple of instruments. He was slowly playing with the tip as he approached and drew the sharpened point of a trocar down the side of Terrah’s neck.
Terrah had a bad feeling she was about to find out, but she remained silent.
“Not in a talkative mood yet?” Bias said with a slight chuckle, “Not to worry, before long I’ll know all you have to say.” Then he ran a disposable cauterizer across the palm of Terrah’s left hand, and she fought back the urge to scream in pain.
The questioning went on for what felt like a few hours before Bias began using his other implements of torture. Terrah thought it was strange, she saw what Bias was doing to her. He had mirrors positioned at all angles so as to allow his victims to witness their own mutilation, thus increasing the sensations. He would puncture, cut, and then cauterize her wounds, but as soon as Bias began his torment of Terrah, she thought she heard a voice, and then a harmonic hum seemed to fill her body and she felt no pain.
A while later the voice became clearer, and Terrah recognized it as the same voice she had been hearing from time to time over the years imploring her to assist people who were in dire situations, and the voice told her that she would be alright and it was time to sleep, then a moment later she was out cold.
*****
Terrah awoke back in her cell. She had lost track of how many days or weeks she had been imprisoned and subjected to torture and questioning. During that time her entire body had been mutilated at Bias’s hands, but with all he did to her, Terrah never said a word or even made a sound. She tried to move but noticed she was still restrained to a medical gurney.
Terrah had an I.V. line in and it was attached to a machine that was pumping fluids into her. Terrah shouted for the guards, but nobody answered this time. Terrah knew the room would be being monitored so she shouted, “By holding me here without notifying me of my crimes and the benefit of council, you are in direct violation of the UCMJ and the Geneva Convention. These interrogation techniques are not sanctioned by the U.S. government and I demand to speak with the base JAG representative immediately.” Terrah just finished her rant and heard a beep from her left, and looking in that direction she saw an I.V. machine had activated and immediately felt a haze coming over her. Terrah focused on the syringe of medication and barely made out Fentanyl (PF). And Terrah’s last coherent thought was, “Why is Bias operating on me?”
About Kord Stone
I am a longtime resident of the great state of Nevada. Over the years, I have seen many strange and unexplained things. I have a vivid imagination, which helps me in my storytelling, not to mention getting my family’s eyes rolling with my far-out theories. I served this fine country during the first Gulf War in the Air Force, where I was trained in my undisclosed field. I wish I could say more about it, but I wouldn’t want “them” coming after me. I live in a small town with my wife, who is also an author, my two daughters, who are both in college studying to be authors as well. I am constantly being hounded by my four menacing dogs, who interrupt my writing whenever they feel I have neglected them too much, which is always. I hope you enjoy my third novel AREA 51.
Thank you for reading.
Kord Stone
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Electronic book publication September 2016
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Table of Contents
Area 51
Copyright and Disclaimer
Table of Contents
List of terminology
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Excerpt from IMORTUM: Resurgence
About Kord Stone
