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A very important first beginning.

тАЬDon't let them sleep. Interrupt them every few minutes while they lie in their cells, imagining all sorts of
dire and exotic tortures lying in wait for them. Lack of sleep disturbs the brain patterns; disrupts the
norm, so to speak.

тАЬI will give you gentlemen an example.тАЭ He motioned toward a man standing by a closed door.

The man opened the door and two of Hartline's men pushed a young man out into the large meeting
room. The man was in his late twenties, unshaven, red and bleary-eyed. He was pushed onto the small
stage.

тАЬGood morning, Victor,тАЭ Hartline said cheerfully. тАЬDid you sleep well?"

The man said nothing.

тАЬRemove your clothing, Victor,тАЭ Hartline said, smiling.

тАЬFuck you!"

Hartline laughed and motioned toward the two burly men. They wrestled the young man down on the
stage and tore his clothing from him, pulling him to his feet to stand nude, facing the roomful of strangers.
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тАЬYou see, Victor,тАЭ Hartline said, тАЬyou are a baby. I can do with you anything I choose, at any time I
choose. Remember that, Victor. It might save you a lot of pain. Now then, Victor ... who is the leader of
your cell?"

Victor stood impassively, with as much dignity as he could muster. The agents in the room all tried to
keep their eyes from the young man's groin.

тАЬVictor, Victor,тАЭ Hartline said. тАЬWhy are you doing this? You know you're going to tell me what I want
to know."

тАЬIf you're going to torture me,тАЭ the young man said, тАЬget it over with."

Hartline laughed, exposed strong, white, even teeth. тАЬOh, Victor! I'm not going to tortureyou, my boy.
Oh, my, no.тАЭ He cut his eyes to the man by the closed door.

The door opened and another pair of men pulled a young woman into the room. That they were closely
related was evident by their features. Both Victor and the young woman had the same delicate features
and skin coloration, the same pale eyes.

тАЬRebecca!тАЭ Victor shouted, lunging for her. Strong hands grabbed him, halting him in mid-flight. тАЬYou
son of a bitch!тАЭ he cursed Hartline.

The mercenary laughed. тАЬTie him into that chair over there,тАЭ he pointed. тАЬHands behind the back, ankles