“Everyone breaks, bro.”
At the right moment Spetznaz had ordered Kuznetzov to stand down. The point was to break the black’s resistance .. not break his fucking back. He had intel. The black stud could be useful. And information meant a good bonus.
Kuznetzov knew that, of course. He just couldn’t stop himself. Anyone who’d gone up against him swore Kuznetzov could throw a punch. And he made every single one of them count. This black stud couldn’t counter a single blow. Punishing treatment. Had to be stopped. They weren’t out to break his back for fuck’s sake!
Spetznaz shrugged. He was clearly hurting, this black motherfucker .. but his will wasn’t broken yet, it seemed. Had Spetznaz expected anything else? He’d watched, the stud had absorbed a lot of pain from Kuznetzov. He was hurting. But it was going to take a lot more.
“Guys like us .. we know .. there DOES come a point …. It’s a matter of biology, you see?”
Words he’d picked up in training .. the pseudo-scientific mumbo-jumbo had worked on others .. why not on this black stud?
“Only so much a body can take.”
Spetznaz’ technique was to mix the psychological approach with the body-breaking.
“Head cases like us …”
Playing the old tune .. the buddies-together two-step, the shared-experience tango They understood .. like no others in the military could .. what this all cost.
“Done it all before, haven’t we, bro?”
Pretending to use their shared experience as special forces roughnecks to undermine the black’s confidence .. because they knew how each other ticked .. they could hold no surprises for each other. Trained for this kind of occasion, both of them .. they both knew how this worked. And each SF guy knew where his limits were. “Biology, you see …?”
Spetznaz’ head was nodding .. feigning applause for what the black had taken.
“Tough motherfucker like you ….”
Appreciating how studly Kwesi had stood up to punishment that would have crippled most men.
“Hard-nosed assholes like me ….”
Reinforcing their shared experiences .. that the pair of them knew how this kind of stuff worked out on each of them. And his understanding how much it took to eventually break through. But .. Spetznaz’ crew would break through, wouldn’t they? Biological fact.
“Know .. don’t we? There IS a limit.”
Spetznaz feigned a look of introspection. As if recalling tough times for him.
“Biological fact. There is a limit. Things can only go so far ….. only so much a body can absorb …”
He nodded as if recalling his own tough times.
“Unfortunately .. even hard-nosed motherfuckers like you. Like me.”
His lips pursed. Spetznaz seemingly hesitating before confessing to his own weakness. Being honest .. as only strong like-minded buddies can be with each other.
“There comes a point. Might take a bit to get there. But I know ….”
He engaged the black with an earnest look. The kind that only buddies understood.
“YOU know ….”
Motherfuckers who thought alike .. even if they were on opposite sides.
Spetznaz kept looking his prisoner in the eye. A kind of brotherly togetherness. Understanding. Appreciation.
“We know .. at some point .. even hard-assed assholes like us .. like you …”
He shrugged .. reluctant ..
A shy smile lit his lips. The kind that only buddies on the same wavelength could understand.
“I have ….broken …”
Acknowledging that weakness you could only admit to a best mate …
“ … at some point .. we hit the buffers.”
Spetznaz was slowly rocking his head from side-to-side. Confessing.
“Me? …. I hit it fucking hard.”
His shoulder shrugged. He’d admitted it. Under stress he’d broken, he was confessing.
Looking Kwesi firm in the eye.
“Maybe we don’t like to admit it. But .. when we hit those buffers .. we hit it fucking hard.”