What We Really Fear

"Tells us where your bases are!

“On the planet.”

Smack!

“Who are your commanders!”

“Your parents.”

Smack!

“What kind of weapons do you have access to!”

“Plastic water pistols in the back yard.”

Smack!

“Alright you bitch, if you won't talk to me then you'll have to answer to HIM.”

“Ohhhh, scary. The infamous HIM is coming. Should I be crying now?”

“No, not yet. But you will, I promise you that.”

 

“We can't break this one George. She just won't talk. We've been at it for almost a month and she's as sarcastic as the first day we had her. She knows something, I can smell it.”

 

“That may be true Frank but seriously, why HIM? You've seen what he does to people he interrogates. It's not anything to take so lightly even against such a serious threat as this.”

 

“Look, the RPA (Revolting Peoples of America) is possibly the biggest internal terrorist organization in America, and she is the only member we've ever captured. Even over 4 freaking years! I want this to end. And if that means letting HIM loose then so be it.”

 

“I guess I'll go fetch him then. See you in a bit."

 

Cell 24

Drake Mackrove.

"HIM"

 

"Yo drake.”

“What?”

“We got a job for ya. She's a tough one. Been at it a month and can't get anything.”

“Ya know, sometimes I wonder if that chief interrogator Frank is really worthy of that shiny title. Every case it's 'call Drake'. Haaaaah alright.”

“Common this way.”

 

Drake scares me. He is the personification of manipulative torture. With the most obscure yet simple techniques he can make anyone say anything. But it's more than that he knows when you tell the truth and when you lie. Always. He's like a Pinocchio with no nose problem. I wish he were gone from here.

 

"Alright were here.”

“Okey dokey then. Give me a few minutes then I'll let you know what I need.”

“Got it.”

 

He opens the door and steps inside. I go to room on the other side of the 2 way glass and watch him do his work. Ever so whimsical and yet so terrifying.

 

“Are you the HIM they warned me about. You don't look so tough. Hell you look like an inmate just like me.”

“Very observant of you. Most people don't notice the orange jump suit.”

“Heh funny.”

“Ok so my name is Drake. What yours?”

“Shannon.”

“Ah Shannon, wonderful name.”

“Let me explain your situation. I am the ultimate interrogator. I know when you are lying always. For instance. I know your name is defiantly not Shannon. You have lied to me an we've only just met. How rude.”

“Pft sure. Like you really know.”

“I do and I'm going to get the answers they want from you where you like it or not.”

“Oh really? And why is that?”

“Because I know what people really fear.... They Don’t fear death, or lose, or rejection, or spiders for that matter. They fear to lose what they could have. If I told you that after today you would be completely paralyzed for the rest of your life. You would be terrified to your core. Never again could you do anything on your own. Never again could you feel warmth or pain or joy. Just existence without purpose. Let me ask you something, do you ever want to have children in your life?”

“No. Why would I? Just so that I can slave over it for 20 odd years. No absolutely not.”

“Interesting response.”

“How so?”

“Your lying to me... Again. And considering my question was a yes or no and you answered falsely... I'd say you actually do want children at some point. Hmmm now I see. I know what you fear to lose the most. I will give you one chance to tell everything to them before I do anything. After that... Well... You will experience the ultimate fear.”

“I have nothing to say to the likes of you or your comrades. America has been in a downward spiral for 20 years and finally the RPA can change all that. We are right they are wrong and nothing will ever scare me enough to give them away.”

“I admire your passion. It will get you far but not far enough.”

 

Then he left. I could only imagine what crazy materials he'll ask for this time. Once he asked for a spoon and had the man singing like a canary in 5 minutes.

 

“Ok so... I need ductape, a water pump, a hose, about 10 gallons of water, and a balloon that has a max diameter of about a yard.”

“Got it. Be right back.”

“Oh and please tie her on a table laying down with her legs spread just a little bit.”

 

Oh god. What is he gonna do. I hope not what I think he's planning. Shannons scrams can be heard as the other agents tied her down to a hospital stretcher in the room. Oh how I do fear Drake.

 

“Everything’s ready drake. Do your thing.”

“Yeah, yeah. By the way, can I go home after this one. Please.”

“Yes after this one.”

“Sigh. Why do you always lye to me.”

 

And he left back in the room with his materials on the floor. He started putting the pieces together and he spoke to her in his calm, cool way that let you know that you were screwed.

 

“Alright, Shannon. Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to let you experience the pregnancy of your life. And if you don't talk at a certain point then it will be your one and only pregnancy. Ever. See this hose with the balloon taped to it. That's going up your pussy. See the other end of this hose. It's going to be attached to this water pump which in the course of about 30 minutes will pump you up with a little less than 10 gallons of water. The longer you take this the less likely you will be able to have kids. Although I will tell you after about 15 minutes you're done having kids anyway. Would you like to talk now?”

“Heh your bluffing. You can't do that...”

“Oh but I can and I will.”

 

With that he carefully inserted the device inside her and flicked on the pump. I felt sick. This is wrong. We can't let him keep doing this.

 

“Frank please! Let's find another way. This is disgusting and cruel and unusual. Stop him!”

“Are you kidding? Look at her. Look at her eyes. She is on a level of fear that we can only imagine in our worst of nightmares. She’ll be singing before any real damage happens anyway.”

 

Oh she was afraid alright. It was like Drake had become her fear of never having children. He became the personification of her worst nightmares.

 

“Hahaha you call... Uhhh.... This torture? This actually feels good uhhh... ya basterd. Trying to scare me with all this nonesense... ohhh.”

“I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Keep in mind though, you're gonna run out of room in there very fast, so not sure how that's gonna feel, but I guess we'll find out.”

“Haha. Uhhhhhhh! Ahhh! Mmmm!”

“Ah! It seems to me like you've got a belly growing on ya.”

 

She was too. The orange jump suit was beginning to tighten around her waist ever so slowly. I think the fun part was over.

 

“I'm going to unzip this for you so that we can all get a better look at our beautiful mother to be.”

“Ahhhh!”

 

He unzipped her orange jump suit revealing her bra and her now sizeable stomach. I'd say she looked about 4-5 months pregnant. Turning off the pump he spoke to her.

 

“Right now you are safe. There is no permanent damage to your uterus. However, there will be very soon if you don't cooperate.”

“Fuck you! You can't break me. If I talk then all we've worked for will be for nothing!”

“Suit yourself. Pump... On.”

“Ahhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! No, no no no no no, NO! Can't uahhh.. Give in.”

“If that's how you feel then I'm gonna go get some coffee while you... Gestate.”

 

He left the room. The poor girl. She was now 12 minutes in and looking Almost 7-8 months pregnant. She wouldn't last much longer. Hopefully she'd give in before this madness went any farther. Drake, at the 14 minute mark, returned.

 

“Did my plump princess miss me? Well don't worry because Mr. Pump is going off.”

“Why? Why are you doing this to me? You're an inmate like me. Why help them?”

“You want to know why? Because I'm afraid. I've been in this place for 9 years because I'm good at what I do. And if I refuse. I say “no I won't get the answers you want.” Well... This is the result.”

 

He took off the top of his jump suit revealing scars, burns, and cuts covering literally every inch of his body.

 

“The problem with me is, I can't die. So they torture me to death when I say no because they know I cannot die. Everyone is afraid when they want something so bad and to see it taken right before they even get to it. See I fear that I will never be able to die. And that's what truly terrifies me. I have felt more pain that any person on this planet so that's why I have to say to you. Please talk. I'm not the most sympathetic when it comes to others pain considering my experience.”

 

She looked dumb founded. The pain on her face seemed to be an afterthought to the mysticism that is Drake. In his presence she wept.

 

“Please. No more. I want children so badly. Don't take that away from me.”

“The choice is yours keep going and lose it all. Or quit and lose everything else. It's up to you.”

“....”

“Onward then! Pump on!”

 

The torture went for another 3 minutes after that when suddenly after all her screams and tears and pleas. He stopped. He tied off the balloon inside her removed to pump and untied her from the stretcher. He belly was huge and looked ready to pop.

 

“Why did you stop after all that?!”

“I figured there is no point moving on. Your price has been paid. You will now be this size the rest of your life. Always pregnant but never to give life. See how this life suits you. If you wish to cooperate with them then we'll remove the balloon and you can go about your life. There may still be hope for children yet if you act soon.”

 

And with that he left. He came to our section behind the 2 way glass and told us to hold her in a large comfortable cell for awhile and she should talk soon enough. "It isn't pleasant carrying around 35 lbs of water in your gut any day."

 

And like he thought he was not released and the vicious cycle continued. Another month or so passed when I finally decided I needed to rid myself of this wretched place. Shannon never talked in that last month. She was so traumatized by the whole thing she began to think she really was pregnant. It was evident that her body was reacting to it as well. Her breasts swelled, her appetite increased, and she became moody on many occasions.

I have now been out of that job for roughly 10 years now. My buddy who still works there to this day said that Shannon did eventually talk "for the sake if the child" but at that point there was no longer anything to be done about the balloon. It was there for good now. It sickens me even to this day the whole business, but one thing Drake said has stuck with me.

People fear to lose their goals and dreams in life more than anything. Take away the ability to succeed, to accomplish a goal and you lose everything your life stood for.

 

To lose our purpose, our ambitions, and our dreams in life, that is what we really and truly fear.

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