Tarzan had come-to in a flash. Shocked. Torn out of unconsciousness by the agonies in his belly as he’d turned over. The fires of torture in his insides. Recalling in an instant that fearsome beating.
That soldier called Cooper had cloaked his fingers in that metal thing. Holding it up .. the sunlight from above flashing on the metal. Tarzan did not know what he was supposed to be seeing. But the look of evil in the soldier’s eyes .. the waggle of his steel-clad fingers .. attracting Tarzan’s gaze to the fist he was holding up .. that had to mean this soldier was upping his game.
He rolled on to his side. Pulling up his legs .. curled into a ball. The movement cost him .. stabbing pains deep inside .. fevers that burst in sweat on his face. Tarzan lay still on his side, thighs pressed to his chest. But still the burning inside had tears of pain bursting from his eyes.
The soldier Cooper had gone for him. Relentless. Metal-clad punches smacking agony out of Tarzan’s guts. Like hit by a great boulder in the belly. Dozens of times. The force blasting through his insides. Again and again. Head held up by a twist in his scalp. Forced to look into the soldier’s face .. seeing the fearsome determination mustered behind every blow. Grim-faced, teeth-clenched. Gathering every bit of determination behind every fist. Sadistic. Single-minded. Blasting every bit of wind out of Tarzan’s chest. Smashing an agonising route through Tarzan’s innards. Breaking through. Breaking down. Breaking down Tarzan’s will.
He’d grunted in pain. He’d shouted out. He’d bawled as his muscled defences were blasted apart .. smashed under a ruthless attack. His innards screaming. Sweat running. His head on a spin.
But one thing Tarzan knew. Lying there, in this cell, crunched together against the stabbing pains .. he’d not told them a thing.