'Timmy H. Interrogation' is based off the audio diary in Bioshock of the same name. I suggest listening to it first, it might make the experience better.

The water brought me back into the world of pain. The salt seeped into the burns on my wrists where I hung from handcuffs. I shuddered awake, the freezing sea water making my entire body numb, but not numb enough. I shivered again, and the handcuffs dug deeper into the cuts on my wrists. A groan escaped me and my sharp intake was enough to make me start hacking violently. I coughed up sea water, and the pain from my wrists clouded my vision, even more so than the spray. Two days. 2 days they had left me like this, hanging from pipes in a lower wharf cell. The water came on every few hours, so I wouldn't get used to it, I suppose. The water sunk into my clothes, making my teeth chatter. It was early morning, I was sure of it. Light was starting to grow towards my cell, never to warm my body, but to let me clearly see my prison.

No.

The light was orange, more like... A lamp?

I stained against my restraints to see, and almost passed out. I took shuddering breaths, fighting sleep, cold, and pain. The lamp was definitely getting closer. Soon enough I could see two figures.

I recognized one of them.

Please, I thought. Sullivan, kill me. I let my head hang limp, while still wincing through chattering teeth. I was getting more numb, this was good. I heard the click of my cell's lock, filled with relief. Fontaine won't have me anymore.

My vision started to fade again, when I felt a strong clamp bite into my leg. I cried out, but to no response. More cold force sparked pain receptors as Sullivan attached another metal one near the base of my neck. Colder water splashed on my face, bringing me to full consciousness. Sullivan had leaned towards my face, and seeing I was now awake, straitened up. "You've been down here quite a while Timmy," he prompted, studying me. I didn't say anything. The clamps pushed me down even further, pulling at my skin and making blood run down from my wrists. My vision was clouded with tears, but I would not let any wails escape my lips. I traced the wires attached to the clamps to Sullivan's companion, who was holding the other ends as he stood next to a metal box, a battery.

The water suddenly made my body feel a whole lot heavier. I clenched my teeth and glared at Sullivan,

I knew what he wanted, and I wouldn't give it to him.

I couldn't give it to him.

"I can't," I mumbled, feeling more and more helpless. "Sullivan, WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?" I breathed hard, this was his fault. "Fontaine... He-" my head fell limp again, and I just stared at my dangling feet. "Please don't do this. Sullivan... please. Just kill me now, I'm begging you."

I heard a click on the table and I pulled my heavy head up, whimpering as the water moved my wrists farther into the handcuff's metal. I looked up at Sullivan to find an ounce of mercy, but his face was one of stone.

"Mr Ryan asked me personally to make this clear to you;" Sullivan said curtly,

"you give us Fontaine, and this whole filthy ring of his, and you'll be knocking back pints up at the Fighting McDonaghs." I let my head fall against my chest as my breathing quickened. I imagined what Fontaine would do if I told them.

"But if you prefer to play the mule, we'll treat you like a mule."

My heartbeat thundered in my ears and fear sliced through me as the cords attached to the clamp shifted. I looked at my tormentor as he pinched the clamps open, ready to attach them to the battery. He ignored my pleading eyes.

"Give him a taste, Patrick."

Electricity coursed into my body. Setting a raging fire beneath my skin. My entire body shook violently as I let out a scream of pure agony. The seconds felt like hours as the electricity seemed to burn the muscles underneath my skin, the blood cells pushed to burst my veins. And my screams only grew louder, as the water pouring over me made the pain more intense.

"Huh?" Sullivan asked through my screams. Patrick lifted the clamps. "What's that?"

I took in one breath before I started screaming again. The second of water pouring over me made the second course of voltage seem even more painful, black rimmed my vision and all my energy seemed to pour out with my howls of anguish.

"Change of heart Timmy?"

Patrick turned the electricity off, but my body still twitched and shook violently as the pain felt like someone was raking knives down the inside of my skin. I moaned with each exhale, breathing hard.

"Timmy?"

I whimpered from the pain.

"Ready to talk now?'

I took in deep shaky breaths before I spat at him, "Go on Sullivan, go on and do your dirty." I sucked in some blood that started to spill from my mouth. "Whatever Ryan thinks he can do to me," my breathing quickened as I shouted, "Fontaine can do double!" I glared at Sullivan's face, this time barely noticing the same clicking sound from before they started torturing me. I did notice as Sullivan nodded to his companion, who put the clamps back on the battery. I started to scream and twitch again, shifting the shackles and rattling the pipes above me. Sullivan smiled at me, "This battery has got enough energy to last a day, not enough voltage to kill you, but maybe to give you PTSD." He laughed in my face, but all I could do was continue screaming, pleading for mercy with my eyes. "We'll be back again in a few days, but until then have some water." He opened a bottle and poured the water into my mouth, after I managed to swallow my howls grew even louder, and more blood poured from my lips. I remained conscious enough to watch Sullivan and Patrick leave, then my eyes rolled into the back of my head as the pain finally knocked me into darkness.