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What really happened to Crimson team	By : Wpnfire Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 9934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Outmanned: Kyle
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I wake up only to be immediately blinded by a bright light. I try to hold up my hand to block the light, but I realize that I cannot move my arms or legs.
“What the-what the hell?”
Using my other senses, I hear sounds that slowly become louder and louder. I was completely delirious. I could not focus my eyes to adjust to the light, and I kept hearing some loud noise ringing through my ears.
The sounds continue to escalate. I close my eyes to defend against the harsh light. Suddenly, I hear a voice very close to me. The voice is garbled, but very close.
I open my eyes to try to identify where this voice was coming from. After looking at the direction of the noise for sometime, I start to make out a tall, dark figure approaching me. I blink a few more times, and I begin to see the details of this figure.
After waiting a few more seconds for my vision to further clear, I see that the figure standing before me is an elite.
Oh shit…
Now able to see, I look at my hands and feet and find that they are bounded to a wall by some kind of energy-brace, and I am completely naked.
Oh shit-fuck!
I look around and locate the source of the noises I was hearing earlier: I’m outside at some kind of Covenant based and there are ships flying overhead and there are various Covenant milling about. Now, most of them have stopped what they were doing, and are all focused entirely on me.
I desperately try to remember what happened, and my head rewards me with a splitting headache, and the bright intense light from the sky only makes it worse.
As I continue to observe my surroundings, the elite suddenly reaches out, grabs my head, and makes me look him straight in the eye.
I have never had an elite touch my actual body before, and I was amazed at how strong his grip was. I could practically feel the muscles in his hand as he held my head. Even with my enhanced human physique, his entire hand felt like it was muscle.
His skin felt like leather, and as I examined the elite closer, I see that he bears the gold armor of a zealot.
Suddenly, I remembered what happened. I quickly look around, but she was not around me.
“Wha-where the hell is…?”
When we investigated the Covenant camp, it was empty, with Thorne’s transponder lying out in the open. That’s when a ship appeared over Requieum…The alien forces on Requiem were much larger than anyone on the Infinity thought. We were surrounded.
One thing was for sure though, the Covenant took us prisoner, and judging by the fact that I was naked, this cannot possibly end well for either of us.
“I would be far more concerned about what I am going to do to you, than what may happen to her.” the elite finally says after a moment.
Christ, is this really happening!?
A momentary but powerful feeling of anxiety suddenly washed over me, but I maintained my composure. ”It doesn’t matter what you do to me because I’m not going to tell you anything, elite."
"I am not asking you to tell me anything, human.” The elite said back.
"So are you just going to keep touching my face forever then?"
"Ahh this must be human sarcasm, I was told I might encounter it."
"You had to be told to expect it? To expect it from the human you're about to torture? How long have I been out—because I don't ever recall meeting an elite who was as brainless as you. Has your species completely de-evolved in to troglodytes?"
"If you are trying to make me angry, it will not work. I have be—"
"I'm not trying to make you angry. All I'm saying is you're stupid, split-jaw.”
The elite lets go of my face and stands in front of me. I sensed certain retaliation for me provoking him, but none came. Looking at me carefully, the elite stands in front of me for a long time.
After looking my naked body up and down, he finally said, "You've taken such good care of your body, Kyle."
“Well, thanks, I'm flattered–really, I am–but what is it that you're here for? Surely it's not to have a delightful conversation with me. I've never even heard of Covenant taking a prisoner–what do you want with us?"
The alien reaches out to me, and I instinctively recoil, but to no avail. He puts one of his large fingers on my neck, and runs his hand down my neck and chest.
At first, I watch his hand move with little interest, but when his finger goes past my stomach, I quickly become anxious. My interrogator moves his hand extremely close to my groin, and he stops it there.
The elite's hand remained mere inches from my genitals for what seemed like forever, and I was so focused on his hand, I did not even realize that he was talking to me.
“Wha–what?”
"I asked how much pressure you think I would have to apply to your testicles before you scream." The zealot said.
My next breath was very rapid, and I froze.
This is–this is crazy–I’m crazy. This has to be a dream–a nightmare. Covenant torturing a human?! Not only taking a prisoner, but torturing them!? I sure wasn’t briefed on the possibility of this happening.
"I thought you said you weren't going to ask me anything?!” I rapidly question the elite.
"I am not here to ask you anything, I am here to break you."
I swallowed again. This was definitely real, and the zealot was definitely serious. I tried to maintain my composure, but it was considerably harder this time for me to remain calm. I didn't break eye contact with the elite.
After what seemed like forever, the elite crouched to the ground out of my view. As I looked down to see what he was doing, I noticed that I was at least three feet above the ground. This was obviously to make me be at eye level for an elite.
The zealot used some kind of device to remove the energy braces holding my legs to the wall. My mind quickly filled with horrible thoughts of me being tortured, and I just as quickly try to rid myself of the images, but they are very difficult to dispel.
When the elite has released my legs, he grabs both of them, takes a step towards me, raises my legs up, and then places my legs on his shoulders. I immediately felt uncomfortable in this position.
To add to this feeling of being uncomfortable, now my face was mere inches from my interrogator’s face, and again I was confused at what he was doing. As if to answer my questions, I suddenly felt him wrap one of his hands around my balls, and I immediately understood.
Human males are naturally wired to be very protective of their groin, and most males will feel a very extreme sense of danger if that part of their body is ever threatened. Simply thinking about potential harm coming to the groin is a potent deterrent that makes most very uncomfortable.
When you think about it from a psychophysiological perspective, it makes sense. It helps the species as a whole if males are not constantly exposing their means-of-propogation to dangerous situations now would it?
But there’s another reason why males will not put their testicles anywhere close to potential danger: they are very susceptible to harm, and the amount of pain a testicular injury inflicts on the mind is very difficult to replicate by injuring other parts of the body.
It is for these reasons that, even though he does not squeeze, simply by having his very muscular hand gripping my testicles, the zealot has my full attention.
"Really? You're going to squeeze my balls till I tell you what you want to know? That's a bit primitive isn't it? Aren't you able to just stimulate the areas of my brain that you want information from?"
“Yes we can, but that method of interrogation has many risks with its usage, so this will do.”
As soon as the elite finished speaking, it happened. I screamed in pain before I even felt the pressure. My scream was not of my choosing either, my body decided to have me howl in agony completely on its own.
I was suddenly overcome with unimaginable pain, unlike anything I have ever felt before. I was more than capable of shutting my mind to pain, I was a Spartan after all, but I had never felt it at this magnitude.
I had one of my kneecaps broken before, and I had fought through that, but this pain was different. It wasn't isolated in just one part of my body, it was everywhere, and I couldn't get it out of my mind.
It felt like my very nerves themselves were on fire.
The elite only squeezed my testicles for a split-second, but the pain lingered considerably longer.
When I finally managed to stop howling, I was far from normal. My breathing was very fast and audible as my lungs recovered from me screaming for such a great length of time.
A minute passed. I closed my eyes as I finally think the pain is over, but then, every few seconds a terrible wave of pain ripped through my body. The waves of pain grew infrequent, but they seemed to never cease.
As I regain my senses, I immediately notice my breathing is extremely fast, and I try to force myself to calm down, but every time I try, a wave of pain sends me right back to a mindless wreck.
Christ, you’re a fucking Spartan Kyle! But then I thought, Christ…I’m a Spartan, and even I can’t resist this…fuck!
Finally, I recover enough to stare back at the elite. He is standing just as he was, having just seen what squeezing my genitals does to me. Then I notice other Covenant in the area, staring at me, they no doubt heard me howl in pain.
It did not matter that they were not the same species as me, because their gazes demoralized me further. I immediately focus all of my attention on the elite, and with the little mental power I have under my control I try to forget the other Covenant.
Although it seemed to be irrelevant now, I had undergone torture training, and I remembered that in the face of any kind of humiliation, you had to relinquish your pride and accept that your interrogator was dominating you, but only he would be the only that dominated you.
By making it solely about you resisting the interrogator, you give your mind something to focus on.
The massive alien stands watching me. He did not need to say anything, as he had just demonstrated the power he held over me, over my body, and my mind itself.
For an elite, all it took was a small amount of pressure on my testicles for him to dominate me.
He said it himself: he was here to break me, and he appeared to want to do it in the most painful way possible.
Suddenly, the elite started to laugh heartily, and said, "Human, if that is all that I have to do to make you uncomfortable, then torturing you is going to be enjoyable and simple for me to do!"
I was about to say something back to him, but residual pain shot up my leg, and effectively stopped me from saying anything.
I wanted to yell at this elite, say anything to keep a dominant stance, but I could not push the pain out of my mind. Instead, it was he who had dominated me, and there was little I could do to prevent it.
I finally just struggled against my restraints, a futile effort, but it was all I had.
“I wonder if your comrade is fairing as well with her torture as you are.”
I froze.
“You son of a–what the hell have you done with her!?”
“Ha ha ha! You humans, so attached to your mates.”
I hesitated. “My–my mate? She’s not my–“
To be honest, Emily was extremely attractive, and I long ago started fantasizing about the two of us, but we had never had any kind of relationship before.
“Oh? She is not? Well, how fortunate for you, because she is now the mate of her interrogator.”
Intense, boiling rage fills my consciousness. I ball my hands into fists that are so tight my fingernails cut into a layer of skin on my hands, and I close my eyes and lower my head. Slowly, I fight though the wall of pain in my mind.
"You know what I am going to do to you when I break out of these restraints?” I say as coldly as possible as I stare back up slowly at the elite.
"HA HA hahaha! Yes, what will you do to me human?"
“I’m sure you count yourself lucky that your species’ males can’t be tortured the same way mine can, but you’re wrong. When I cut you down–and believe me, I will–I am going to rip your testicles out of your body and I will make you watch me do it."
The elite chuckled a bit more. “Ha ha ha! YES, Kyle, I was told you would resist heavily, and I am glad to see that this is true!”
I froze again. “How do you-how do you know my real name!?”
“There is much we know about you, you and Emily.”
I was shocked. Did the Covenant plan to take Emily and I specifically!? I was not going to get the chance to find out as my alien interrogator suddenly grips my balls tightly again, forcing me to pay attention to him.
“Now, would like to tell me anything? Do you submit to me?” The elite asks these questions as if they are perfectly reasonable requests.
“You will have to do a lot more than that you asshole.”
“Hmph, so be it.”
Emily…please be alive. I mean I’m chained to a wall and fucking naked, but I’m a guy and you’re a woman…dammit just be ok!
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