AN: I noticed that there seems to be a shortage of Expendables Stories. So, I decided to finish this one up and post it.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Expendables, the Expendables own me.

Warning: This story contains a bit of torture. But, hey, we're all fans of the gore on the movie(s), right? And how many people here are excited about the Expendables 3, Escape Plan, Fast and Furious 7, and Grudge Match? Anybody?

~X~

"Put your gun on the ground and move your hands away from your body!" A voice with an Arabic accent yelled through the night.

I slowly complied, feeling cornered and trapped.

Shadows emerged from the dark, silhouettes with automatic rifles aimed in my direction.

One lone shadow that walked with pride and arrogance strode over to me, a pistol in his hand, a whip in the other. A rifle was slung over his shoulder.

"So," he said in the same Arabic accent, "we caught you at last."

I watched him as he encircled my body, his hands clasped behind his back. "You have nowhere to run. You are caught."

He pulled out the whip and lashed it at my back. I yelled in pain and fell to my knees as it cut into my back, probably drawing blood.

He chuckled as I cowered on the ground, my arms covering my head as I tried to protect myself from the piercing bite of the whip.

"If you tell us what we want to know, we will set you free. We will let you go home to your family." The man continued to stride around me as I trembled. "All we need is a little information, and we'll let you go."

His boot hit my spine and I fell face-first onto the ground. He stomped on my spine again, forcing me to lie flat on the ground, vulnerable and exposed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him crouch down next to me, and I flinched. He chuckled.

"Alright, boys," he said, "let's take him to the compound."

All I felt was something hitting my head hard before I fell unconscious.

~X~

Pain aroused me from unconsciousness, and my eyes fluttered open.

My head ached from getting hit, and I could feel dry blood coating some of my hair. The rest of my body was a bit sore, but none the worse for wear.

I carefully looked around. Above me, the sky seemed to waver, rippling like water.

Wait...

That was because it was water. I was hanging upside down over a pool of some kind, a rope tied securely around my ankles. My arms were tied behind my back, and I was only wearing my tank top and camouflage tactical pants. Both clung to my body from sweat.

"Finally, you are awake."

I turned to the voice. It was the lead man, nicknamed Heartbreaker, the man who had captured me multiple times before. He stood at the edge of the pool, watching me. Other men stood by what looked like a control panel, half watching me, half watching the panel.

"You and I have some business to talk about," he said in a completely relaxed voice.

I raised an eyebrow, although I already knew what the 'business' was about.

He smiled. "Look at the pool, Christmas."

I turned my head up and studied the pool more intently. It looked very luxurious, about twelve feet deep with embedded lights. And it seemed to... crackle.

"This pool is charged with volts of electricity. It you don't answer our questions how we like, we will lower you into the water." Heartbreaker cocked his head to the side. "Not only will you be fried, you will not be able to breathe." He chuckled. "But don't worry. We're not going to fry you to death or let you drown."

"That's comforting," I said as I glanced back down at the water.

"Where is your team?" Heartbreaker asked.

When I didn't answer, I saw the control-panel guys flick something on the console. The rope that kept me in the air went suddenly slack, and I winced as it jolted to a stop inches from the surface of the water. My entire body jerked as the rope bounced like a bungee cord. It hurt.

I could feel the electricity as it crackled and snapped inches near my head.

"Where are they?" Asked Heartbreaker more ferociously.

I didn't answer him, and I braced myself for the impact of the water.

As soon as my forehead touched the water, I felt the electricity shock my body and my eyes rolled back into my head. Before I knew it, my entire body was enveloped my the water and I was convulsing from the electricity. Ordinarily, I could hold my breath for up to three minutes at a time. But with me screaming underwater, the air just escaped my lungs. Not to mention that the back of my head and the gash on my back stung like crazy.

Finally, they pulled me back up, soaking wet and shivering. The water was ice cold, my lungs were in excruciating pain, and I had a terrible headache.

"Give me the answers I want," said Heartbreaker.

I just allowed myself to hang, not having the energy to answer.