Thread: Captured and Contained-Moon/Tigress

His name was Evander Ee-Van-Dur Alexander Dumont , Major within the Special Armed forces... that was an impressive rank considering how young he was. Very impressive to say the least. Not that it mattered at that point. His men where dead and he was sure he was going to follow, after being tortured for information of course. He grunted in pain as he was dropped onto the ground, his broken ribs grating against each other, making him shudder and force the bile back down. He'd been hurt worse, but somehow, the situation he had found himself in was making him feel very very ill. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he was soon going to be forced to spill every bit of knowledge he had. He wouldn't do it right away, but the pain of torture soon got to anyone, and Evander knew he would be no exception. This damn war... how could it have come to this? It had started fifteen years ago, when the enslaved 'creatures' as they had been known then, had rebelled against their slave status and demanded to be treated as the living, thinking, feeling, sentient creatures that they where. The U.S Government hadn't liked that, nor had the people on it's payroll who owned said Anthropomorphic creatures. There was a slaughter. Over three thousand dead Anthro, for no reason other than that they wanted freedom. Most of them vanished into hiding, and ten years ago... they rose up, and there was a resulting human slaughter. Fifteen hundred dead, all of them government officials... and the government had responded by labeling every single anthro not collared, tagged, and under complete control to be enemies of the state. They where terrorists, and where to be killed as such. Any female or child Anthro where placed in strict 'training programs' where their will was broken and they where turned into nothing more than sex slaves. It was disgusting, Evander would be the first to admit it. He had his own child to protect though, if he didn't kill anthro, then he too would be declared an enemy of the state, and both he and his precious two year old daughter would be put to the death. He hated what his country had become, and he hated more what they had made him. He was almost glad to have been captured. He would be a martyr and his daughter would be left alone. He yelped as he was picked up again, a Tiger and a Wolf Anthro where taking him to... somewhere, he didn't know where and honestly, Van didn't care. He knew what awaited him. Torture, he would be tortured for hours or days for the extraordinary amount of information he held. As a Major, he knew most of the bases, the passwords to get in, and all the locations of stockpiled weapons. Even where the food was shipped from. All information that the Anthro 'insurgents' could use to their benefit. Then, Van knew, he would be killed. Probably in a large public area, where kidnapped humans, and laughing Anthro would watch him as he poured out what was left of his life... he didn't much care anymore. He had killed to protect his daughter, and now he would die to protect her. He let his eyes slide closed and rested while he could. He knew he would get no sleep once the pain really started. He woke again as he was dropped to the ground again, tossed into a dirty little cell. He couldn't stop the cry of pain as he landed chest down, another rib snapping from the force of the landing. He shuddered and curled up into a ball, struggling to breath through the pain, his hands tied tightly behind his back and his ankles tied together, he could do nothing but lay there and gasp. He would be stripped and searched after a while, he was sure. And there they would find his wallet, with pictures of him and his precious girl, his name, his rank, and a few detailed information, like passwords, code words, computer log ins, and addresses. Maybe it would spare him from torture, and leave him to welcome death. He didn't know, all he knew was that he was screwed either way.