Eleanor couldn't even hold her head to save herself when she opened her eyes to a severe migraine.
It seemed as if the past event was still hanging over her head. The chains ate deep into her skin when she got forced to drag her hands down.

'Chains?' A shiver ran down her spine as she realized what had happened. As she gazed around, her heart began to pound loudly against her chest.

She couldn't see much in the dark, and even if she could, her vision was already fuzzy. And, as she had expected, she was too exhausted to struggle for her freedom once more.

She had hoped to wake up to a white ceiling with an antique fan and an odd light bulb in her room every time she opened her eyes, but instead, she had to wake up to men torturing her to tell them about the pack that had taken their Queen and where they were keeping her.

'Pack? Ridiculous!'

She felt the rats climbing up her trousers and feeding around her while she tried to shake them off.
Either that or a member would come over after that, a question was asked and twisted each of her fingers, then go on to the next victim if they didn't obtain the desired response.

Eleanor never gave them the answer the men expected, which made them more agitated by the hour.

She got well aware that she was a problem, but she had never considered the possibility of being kidnapped. So it had to be a mistake.

It had to be like that. Eleanor kept telling herself this as if her kidnappers would notice and let her go.
When the males saw she was still unfazed by the physical approach, they switched to another means.

The men intimidated her and subjected her to psychological abuse. They'd show her films of individuals getting tortured, such as:
Some were very harsh, which only added to her terror.
The victims got tied to an upright jerker; it was a unique traditional execution method, which got preferred to overhanging, which was a popular method of punishment around the world. They believed it lacked efficiency as compared to the upright jerker.

It could be an extremely slow or awkward way to die, depending on the person's weight, rope, trap door, and other conditions.

The upright jerker, on the other hand, was a perfected hanging device that used large weights to yank the condemned into the air. The bones fractured, and blood would splatter across the floor as they would die instantly,

Eleanor observed the victims' emotions, which ranged from anxiety to fear, and it was written all over their faces as they got mercilessly slain.

Then the men showed her another video. The victims got forced to immerse both hands into a large pan of hot water on fire. Screams erupted from the victims, and the noises were terrifying. She stood there watching as both of their hands turned crimson.

She couldn't stand it for long; her body got drenched in sweat, and chills ran down her spine. Her muscles trembled as a tear slipped from her eyes.

She then felt lightheaded, dizzy, weak, and sick all at once, and before the others realized it, she had passed out, her head collapsing into the chair.

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