5 Chapter 5:Interrogation
[3rd person POV]
{Warning! The following content (torture scene) is highly disturbing and not recommended for reading. I will notify when this scene ends.}
Kevin firmly grasped the newcomer's head, while his other hand slowly pried open the man's mouth. Once it was wide enough, Kevin retrieved a Mouth prop from his toolkit and placed it inside the man's mouth.
Step one was complete, now onto step two. He pulled out several nails of different sizes, ultimately selecting a wide iron nail measuring 7 cm in length and presented it in front of the unfortunate individual.
Perhaps realizing what was about to happen, the man's pupils contracted, his body trembling violently, but he was powerless to escape. Just at that moment, Kevin's motion came to a sudden halt, his gaze directed towards Phil, the former Plumber who had turned away.
"Not paying attention in class is a disrespectful behavior, Mr. Billings. Didn't your mother teach you that? Help him out."
"Understood, Commander," a voice echoed from behind Phil. Then, two mechanical arms surged forward, enveloping Phil's head and adjusting it to face the performance area. Its four fingers spread wide, widening the old man's eyes .
"That's more like it!"
Continuing the performance, Kevin's hand transformed into Upgrade's, spreading out to stabilize the unstable tongue of the unfortunate man. The other hand slowly and deliberately inserted the nail into the man's mouth, gradually advancing it into his throat. Once the nail was in position, Kevin withdrew both his hand and the mouth prop.
As soon as the cold metal made contact with his tongue, a sharp surge of pain shot through the man's body.
The nail, larger than he had expected, scraped against the rough surface of his throat, causing an intense burning sensation. He tried to reject the foreign object, but the nail seemed determined to find its way down his ravaged digestive tract.
With each agonizing swallow, the jagged edges of the nail scraped against the delicate tissue of his throat. The taste of metal filled his mouth, a cruel reminder of the horrific act he had committed. The pain intensified, spreading throughout his entire being, as if his existence was now bound to the torment of this self-inflicted wound.
As he gagged and retched, the man fought against the instinct to expel the nail now that it was lodged too deep. His body convulsed in a grotesque dance of agony and determination. Darkened blood trickled down his chin, evidence of the internal damage caused by this macabre feast.
Time seemed to drag on endlessly as the struggle continued. The man's breathing became shallow and raspy, his movements growing weaker by the moment. The nail, a cruel reminder of his desperation, inched further into his ravaged throat.
In the end, whether through sheer determination or some macabre twist of fate, the man managed to force the nail down. It disappeared into the darkness of his stomach, leaving behind a trail of devastation and unimaginable pain.
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Finally, the performance came to an end, leaving Phil with a look of horror on his face. The unfortunate victim had already passed out from the ordeal.
For better or worse, the nail had not become lodged in his throat, leaving him to endure a life of constant pain. Without timely medical assistance, his fate seemed destined to unravel in a bleak and harrowing manner.
"Look at that. Isn't that a perfect example of the human survival instinct? Every time I see a scene like this, I find it hard to control my emotions," Kevin said, wiping away tears that didn't exist. He turned to his sole audience member. "Are you enjoying the lesson, Phil?"
"You're a sick and twisted monster," Phil replied.
"Good, that's right, and on point. No wonder you're an excellent Plumber. Now, will you decide to cooperate, or do you need more convincing?" Kevin asked, his smile still on his face, but Phil could sense a change in his attitude.
"What's the point when my fate won't change?" Phil asked, looking at the remaining nails on the table and swallowing hard.
"Don't be too pessimistic, Phil. I'm not that evil, and your life isn't that important to me. Besides, you only have two options now: either listen to me and have a chance to escape, or have a quick death. But if you refuse, then death will only be a dream for you," Kevin said, understanding the severity of the situation. The Plumber could only shake his head and sigh.
"Alright, what do you want?" Phil asked.
"That's more like it. Don't worry, all I need are a few simple questions. No need to get too worked up," Kevin replied.
"Okay, then let's get started."
"The first question: What do you know about Max Tennyson?"
The name clearly had a significant impact on Phil. He furrowed his brow and spoke, "Maxwell Tennyson is a legend, considered the greatest Plumber of our generation and a respected figure that I was honored to fight alongside. He joined the Plumbers a few years before me and quickly became prominent due to his exceptional fighting instincts and physical abilities. Thanks to Max, we have defeated countless powerful aliens with malicious intentions towards Earth, including one that you may know, an Intergalactic Warlord - Vilgax." Phil's voice was filled with pride and arrogance.
"A fascinating story, and it's true. I know about Vilgax, and I also know that he's still alive, stronger and more thirsty for revenge than ever before."
"That's impossible. He's dead. I saw it with my own eyes," Phil vehemently denied, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.
"Did you see him burned to ashes, or did you see his decaying body?" Kevin asked.
"..."
"All you saw was Vilgax being launched onto his spaceship with a nuclear bomb, and then the ship exploding along with six other nuclear bombs on board."
"No one could survive an explosion of that magnitude."
"Vilgax is not just 'anyone,' VIlgax is Vilgax."
"..."
"Oh, we're getting off track. Let's get back to the main topic. Now, tell me..."
"..."
"Oh, I do talk too much, don't I?" Kevin's hand reached out and grabbed Phil's throat, making him gasp for breath.
"Focus, old man, while I still find talking to you interesting. Or are you getting bored with the act of breathing?" Kevin said calmly.
Releasing his grip, allowing Phil to cough and catch his breath, Kevin continued with his question:
"Would you kindly tell me the names of your other teammates?"
After a series of different names, Kevin suddenly stopped Phil.
"Devin Levin, isn't it? Tell me more about him."
"Devin, huh? He joined the Plumbers less than twenty years before the entire organization disbanded. He was one of the standout individuals of his generation. It was all because of his unique abilities. Devin had the power to absorb, store, and release any form of energy, primarily electrical energy.
Unfortunately, he left us too soon. While returning from a space mission, he was ambushed by a dangerous criminal and sacrificed himself to ensure the safe escape of his teammates."
"And what's the name of the assailant?"
"Ragnarok."
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Finally, the evaluation session has ended. I got the information I wanted, and Phil Billings has been given more time to live.
He has now been released from the facility to embark on his mission. Oh, I forgot to mention, touched by my kindness and enthusiasm, Mr. Billings agreed to become my subordinate, of course, with a salary of $10,000 per month.
For those who are unfamiliar with Phil from the original series, he is a side antagonist with a desire for a wealthy lifestyle. Because of this, he doesn't hesitate to put others in danger for personal gain.
This time he came here not to receive any signals or to reminisce about the past, but to acquire the Null Void Projector.
With it, he can release the aliens trapped inside the Null Void, let them wreak havoc, and then jump in to save the day, of course, at an appropriate price.
Thanks to a little "pressure" earlier, Phil easily accepted this new job offer. Of course, he has been implanted with three different tracking devices, and if any of them malfunction, BT will immediately notify me.
As for the salary, with the ancient technology of the bank, BT can easily take the money from their account to transfer to Phil. So technically, I'm not the one paying his salary.
Currently, I'm in my car heading to the next location. From the outside, it may just appear to have changed its paint color from silver to blue. But in reality, it has been completely renovated with new features. I've also given it a new name - Zima.
"BT, take the wheel and let me know when we arrive."
"Yes, Commander."
Zima moves forward automatically as I lean back in my seat.
[POV ends]
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Hello there, fellow degenerate, "I apologize for this chapter, even though it may seem boring, it is very important for the future."
I'm here to announce that in the next chapter, the MC will reunite with the main cast, Team Ben 10. I want to ask for your opinions on the idea of turning female Ben into a main member of the harem. Personally, I think it's quite interesting and reasonable, what do you all think?"
