Tarzan had screamed at him to stop. But sadistically Pieters kept the stick jammed into the poor man’s guts. Kept him shrieking.
“Stop, damn you!”
Pieters switched it off. The poor man howled. Then his whole being collapsed. Hanging off the chains. Moaning, sobbing.
“Got something to say, arsehole?”
Tarzan hadn’t. There was no backup. Just him. But he sensed Pieters didn’t want to hear that. He’d just jab that prod back into the poor victim .. innocent victim. Pieters had convinced himself Tarzan was spying out the land. Working with the authorities .. the police, the army? That Tarzan was determined to put a stop to whatever these thugs were planning to do.
“Let him go.”
Pieters eyed Tarzan briefly. Then he jabbed the prod back into the moaning man’s side. He leapt up, shocked. Sprang up. Screamed. Writhed, danced, jerked. Pieters released him.
“You in some position to negotiate? Arsehole?”
Grimly Pieters scowled at Tarzan. And he kept the stick pressed to his victim’s side. Saying, All it takes, motherfucker .. just a little squeeze.
“Wanna discuss terms?”
Pieters’ chin jerked up defiant. Determined. He scented success. The torture had done its magic. But every fibre in his being was warning Tarzan. Not to mess him around. He was not in the mood.
“I’ll tell you. What you want to know.”
Tarzan had no idea what lies he had to come up with. He just had to save this poor man’s hide.
“Where they’re located? The army.”
He saw the man-in-charge glaring at him. The prod still stuck in the man’s side.”
“I want location. Where’s your backup. Numbers. Weapons.”
Pieters was giving enough for Tarzan to construct a story. But he couldn’t let on he had not the first idea what this Pieters was worried about.
Clutching at straws, Tarzan offered.
“I’ll take you …..”
Pieters started to shake his head.
“You’ll never find them. Well hidden. Upstream.”
He glanced at the moaning villager. Hoping his hesitation looked convincing. Portraying a man who was struggling with the cost of betraying information.
“Have to lead you. They’re hidden in caves. Complex. You’ll never find them.”
Tarzan indicated with his head at the sobbing victim. Panting, sweating, in tortured pain. Tarzan hoped he was conveying his reluctance. Unwillingly betraying secrets .. no choice. Betraying his mates to save this poor man’s skin.
“Set them free. I’ll take you there.”