As Angry Daz Recovered From The Smack In The Mouth, From The Rifle Butt, He Stood At The Front Of His Cage, Surveying His Surroundings, Wondering What Was Coming Next.
The Torture And Brutalisation Of Angry Daz Was About To Start.
One Of The Hooded Captors, Finished His Joint, Stood Up, And Uncoiled A Fire Hose And Walked Towards Angry Daz,s Cage. When The Water Coming From The Hose Hit Angry Daz, With The Force Of A Speeding Juggernought, He Was Flung Into The Back Wall Of His Cage Almost Breaking His Body Into Hundreds Of Bits, Extracting All Of The Air Out Of His Lungs, Angry Daz Believed He Would Die. Just Before He Lapsed Into Unconciousness, His Mind Drifted To The Face Of His Adoptive Dad, And He Wished He Was There To Save Him From The Hell That Would Be Inflicted On Him, Over The Coming Hours.
The Fire Hose Was Turned On And Off Many Times, Each Time, Bringing Angry Daz To The Brink Of Death, But His Torturer Knew How Far To Take It Before He Died. He Wished He Could Die, So As Not To Endure Any More Pain, But His Torture Would Go On For Many More Days Yet, And Would Get Worse. Yet Still, Angry Daz Did Not Know Why He Had Been Targeted For This Brutal Treatment, As His Captors Had Not Uttered A Word, To Either Him, Or Each Other. After , What Seemed An Eternity Of Being Blasted With Force, Against A Wall, The Water Stopped, And Angry Daz Was Left In A Bleeding, Exhausted Heap, On The Floor Of His Cage, But At Least The Blood And Broken Fragments Of Teeth Had Been Washed From His Mouth. Not Having Had Food Or Water Since His Kidnap, Angry Daz Licked Up The Water From The Floor Of His Cage, Ignoring The Dirt And Insects Mixed With It, And Lay Down In A Sodden Heap, To Await His Fate.